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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dishon" data-source="post: 9138969" data-attributes="member: 35480">R.I.P.                 When I was a young minister, a funeral director asked me to  hold a grave side service for a homeless man with no family or friends.  The funeral was to be at a cemetery way out in the country. This was a  new cemetery and this man was the first to be laid to rest there.         I was not familiar with the area and became lost. Being a  typical man, of course, I did not ask for directions. I 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.         I apologized to the workers for being late. As I looked into  the open grave, I saw the vault lid already in place. I told the workers  I would not keep them long, but that this was the proper thing to do.  The workers, still eating their lunch, gathered around the opening.         I was young and enthusiastic and poured out my heart and soul  as I preached. The workers joined in with, "Praise the Lord," "Amen,"  and "Glory!" I got so into the service that I preached and preached and  preached, from Genesis to The Revelation.         When the service was over, I said a prayer and walked to my  car. As I opened the door, I heard one of the workers say, "I never saw  anything like that before and I've been putting in septic systems for  twenty years."</blockquote>

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