rofl!  that's a good one!
Jen and MAMA-Star
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remembering how to fly."
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Sent: Sunday, February 26, 2006 8:58 PM
Subject: A young minister


> 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 as 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."