From: Rai A
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The Young Preacher
 
As a young minister, I was 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 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 never seen anything like that before and
I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."


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Sometimes you have to go out on a limb to turn over a new leaf

Don't trust his words, trust his actions.


      

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