After Hours

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 were eating lunch, but the earse was nowhere in sight.

I apologized to the workers for my tardiness, stepped to the side of the open grave and saw that the vault lid was 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.!

A policeman brought four boys before a judge.

"They were causing an awful lot of commotion at the zoo, your Honor", he said.

"Boys", said the judge sternly, "I never like to hear reports of juvenile delinquency.

Now I want each of you to tell me your name and what you were doing wrong".

"My name is George", said the first boy, "and I threw peanuts into the elephant pen".

"My name is Pete", said the second boy, "and I threw peanuts into the elephant pen".

"My name is Mike", said the third boy, "and I threw peanuts into the elephant pen".

"My name is Peanuts", said the fourth boy.

Hopefully I can chime in now and then, but as I've just started a new job I trying to lay low for a bit :)