Once upon a time, a long time ago, a brand new preacher gets his very first church in a small town in South Alabama.
He’s there just a few days when a homeless man dies. The city decides to bury him, and the mayor asks the new preacher to do the graveside service.
Wanting to become part of the community, the preacher quickly agrees to do it. They give him directions to a new cemetery outside of town.
He goes out into the country and quickly figures out that he’s lost. He drives around and around until he finally sees a nicely mowed place with 3 guys sitting next to a mound of dirt, eating their lunch. So he pulls up, jumps out of his car, and runs over to the men. He immediately sees that the grave has been dug and the vault is already in it.
“I’m so sorry I’m late, but I’m here now,” he says. “If you’ll give me just a few minutes, we’ll do the right thing and get this done.”
The men just look at him, so the preacher proceeds to start the service. As he warms up, he gets on a roll. He preaches and preaches – all the way from Genesis through Revelation. The men get into the spirit of the thing and shout “Amen!” and “Hallelujah, Brother!” The preacher finally winds down, ends the service, thanks the men for their attention, gets in his car and leaves.
The men go back to eating their lunch in silence. Finally, one of them says, “You know, I’ve been in this business for 30 years, and that’s the first time I’ve seen a service preached over a septic tank!”
|Photo by Cindy West McGregor|