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Sunday, November 13, 2011
A Poor Man's Burial
An inexperienced preacher was to hold a graveside burial service at a pauper's cemetery for an indigent man with no family or friends. Not knowing where the cemetery was, he made several wrong turns and got lost. When he eventually arrived an hour late, the hearse was nowhere insight, the backhoe was next to the open hole, and the workmen were sitting under a tree eating lunch.
The diligent young pastor went to the open grave and found the vault lid already in place. Feeling guilty about his tardiness, he preached an impassioned and lengthy service, sending the deceased to the Great Beyond in style.
As he returned to his car, he overheard one workman say to the other, "I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years, and I ain't never seen anything like that."