A Funnybone Tickler!

A young minister in Kentucky, was asked by a funeral director to hold
a graveside service for a
homeless man who had no family or friends. The funeral was to be held
at A new cemetery way back
in the country, and this man would be the first to be buried there. He
wasn't familiar with the backwoods
area, and soon became lost. Being a typical man, he didn't stop to ask
for directions.

He finally arrived, an hour late, saw the backhoe and the open grave,
but the hearse was nowhere in sight.
The digging crew was eating lunch. He apologized to the workers for
his tardiness, and stepped to the
side of the open grave. He saw the vault lid already in place.

He assured the workers he wouldn't hold them up for long, and told
them that this was the proper thing to do.
The workers gathered around the grave and stood silently as he began
to pour out his heart and soul. As he
preached about ‘looking forward to a brighter tomorrow’ and ‘the glory
that is to come,’ the workers began to
say ‘Amen,’ ‘Praise the Lord,’ and ‘Glory!’

The fervor of these men truly inspired him, so he preached all the way
from Genesis to Revelations. He finally
closed the lengthy service with a prayer, thanked the men, and walked
to his car.

As he opened the door and took off his coat, he heard one of the
workers say to another,
‘I ain’t NEVER seen nothin’ like that before, and I’ve been puttin’ in
septic tanks for thirty years!’



just me,
Cathy from KY in CA

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