Here is a little something I thought you would enjoy:
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.”
~ Unknown
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