As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless Funeral Bagpipesman. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Kentucky backcountry.
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 bad 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, 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, “Sweet Mother of Jesus, I never seen nothin’ like that before, and I’ve been puttin’ in septic tanks for over twenty years.”
Written By Eddie Snipes
Meditation: For who has despised the day of small things? For these seven rejoice to see The plumb line in the hand of Zerubbabel. – Zechariah 4:10
You will succeed in Jesus Name!