A young minister is asked by a funeral director to hold a grave side service for a homeless man with no family or friends. The funeral was to be at a new cemetery way out in the country and this man was the first to be laid to rest there.
The young minister was not familiar with the area and became lost. Being a typical man, of course, he did not ask for directions and finally found the cemetery about an hour late. The back hoe was there and the crew was eating their lunch. The hearse was nowhere to be seen.
He profusely apologised to the workers for being late. As he looked into the open grave, he saw the vault lid already in place and told the workers he wouldn’t keep them long, but that this was the proper thing to do. The workers, still eating their lunch, gathered around the opening.
Being young and enthusiastic, he poured out his heart and soul as he preached. The workers joined in with, “Praise the Lord,” “Amen,” and “Glory!” He got so into the service that he preached and preached and preached, from Genesis to The Revelation.
When the service was over, he said a final prayer and walked to his car. As he opened the door, he heard one of the workers say, “I never saw anything like that before and I’ve been putting in septic systems for twenty years.”