Country Preacher As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a graveside service for a homeless man, with no family or friends. The funeral was to be held at a cemetery way back in the country, and this man would be the first to be laid to rest there. As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost, and being a typical man, did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late. I saw the backhoe and the crew, who was eating lunch, but the hearse was nowhere in sight. I apologized to the workers for my tardiness, and stepped to the side of the open grave, where I saw the vault lid already in place. I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long, but this was the proper thing to do. The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I poured out my heart and soul. As I preached the workers began to say "Amen", "Praise the Lord", and "Glory"! I preached and I preached, like I'd never preached before--from Genesis all the way to Revelations. I closed the lengthy service with a prayer and walked to my car. As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another, "I ain't ever seen anything like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."
That'd be embarrassing. Some guys and their unwillingness to ask for directions, lol, it can be so amusing.
I have a stitch in my side after reading that one CK!!! Really made me laugh. I wonder why it is that men find it soooo hard to ask for directions?
Now as much as I dislike profanities on the forums I just can't pass up the opportunity to say.... Holy S**t
Capt Kirk... I used this piece in my last months newsletter and folks just loved it. I thought it was hilarious!
