The Content Cluster Muster (06.03.21)

This is a Great One

And I discovered, to my delight, that we were thoughtful enough to include it in our new Cantus—#435

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Jokes I Like to Tell

One time there was this hot shot seminary student. He was very intelligent, and industrious, and ambitious, and thus it was that he found himself at the head of his class. He was unfortunately aware of this reality, and the fact that was about to graduate in a month or so made him particularly insufferable.

His seminary was in an urban area, but out in the nearby countryside an elderly farmer passed away. He had no family, no close friends, and he had not been a member of any church. One of his neighbors, wanting to do right by this old gent, wanted to get a preacher to say a few words over the grave to give it a little dignity. But try as he might, he couldn’t find anybody to conduct the ceremony. Fortunately, the idea occurred to him to try the Big City Seminary.

So he called, and the person who took the call knew that our hot shot seminarian was very ambitious for every form of experience, so she took down the number, asked our man if he would like to do it, which he immediately agreed to.

But a man who is full of himself cannot be kept back from assuming too much. The morning of the graveside ceremony, he got out his directions, and set out for his assignment—but did not leave sufficient time for figuring out country roads. And to get right to the point, he got lost, and then disoriented. It was a novel sensation for him, and as he was starting to run late, he panicked. When that happened, he started driving around in haphazard way, looking for anything that looked like a cemetery.

Finally, when he was only 5 minutes late, he spied a group of people standing on the top of a hill, the kind of place where countryside cemeteries are often found. Both relieved and humiliated, he drove up the road like crazy, screeched to a halt, and jumped out of his car. Because he was so embarrassed he said nothing to the those assembled, but merely grabbed his prayer book, and ran over to the hole in the ground. He hurriedly said the words of committed, said a prayer, and dashed back to his car, embarrassed beyond words.

When his car disappeared over the lip of the hill, one of the assembled turned to another and said, “You know, I have been putting in septic systems for twenty years . . .”

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