A story is told about a man who worked the late shift and it
was way past dark when he got off work. Sometimes he would cut through the cemetery
as a shortcut to his home. One night it was very dark and he didn’t know the
grave diggers had dug a grave and he fell into it. He shouted and hollered and
pulled up dirt, rocks and grass but no one came to his rescue. Finally, he sat
down in a corner to wait until morning.
Along came a drunk guy named Buddy, from the pub up the street, and he also stumbled into the same pit. He shouted and hollered and pulled up dirt, rocks and grass but no one came to his rescue. Just as he was about to give up, a hand tapped him gently on the shoulder and said, “Hey buddy, you can’t get out of here.” But he did, because he was suddenly motivated with athleticism that he didn’t know he had.
When Buddy got home and turned up the sidewalk to his front door, the devil jumped out of the bushes and poked him with a pitchfork. It was actually his wife dressed as the devil, in a Halloween costume. She was tired of him coming home drunk every night and thought she would scare him to sobriety. With his heart still racing from the cemetery experience, he jumped three feet off the ground and when he landed, he fell to his knees and cried out, “You’ve got my attention. Save me! Save me, Lord.”
That night, he came to himself and gave his heart to Christ, and God cleaned Buddy up.