A testimony -
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a
funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no
family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the back
country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a
typical man, I didn’t stop for directions.
I finally arrived an
hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere
in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly and
apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and
looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to
do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.
I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I
played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.
And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep.
They wept, I wept, and we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my
bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to
my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before
and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.” ~
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