I'm a young pastor . . .

Recently I was asked by a funeral director to preach at a graveside service for a homeless man.  Since this man had no friends or family, the service was going to be at a little cemetery way out in the country.  I had never been to this area and apparently neither had Google maps.  Thus, I got a bit lost and being a typical man, I didn't stop to ask for directions.

I finally arrived about an hour late and saw that the funeral director had already left and the hearse was nowhere in sight.  There were only the diggers and crew standing around eating lunch.  I saw that the vault lid had already been put in place and that some dirt was already covering it.  So I apologized to the men for being late and I just went ahead and started the service.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.  My heart truly ached for this man with no family or friends at his graveside so I attempted to preach my heart out.  As I preached the resurrected Christ as our only hope, I actually got a few "Amen's" and "Hallelujah's" from the workers.  As we closed in singing "Amazing Grace", I don't think there was a dry eye there.
It was a solemn moment so I simply nodded a goodbye to the workers and headed towards my vehicle.  My head was low, my heart was full, and as I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "That was beautiful.  I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

Apparently I'm still lost . . . it's a man thing.