When a wild boar comes to church

Tonight just as church was to start - the candle to be lit - the new students to be welcomed - the worship music to be sung . . . a wild boar came to church. He didn’t exactly come in on his own. He had been shot earlier in the day. Since we (the pig-eating religion) were meeting - apparently someone decided we were the perfect place to drop off four sacks of cut-up wild boar since no one else will around here. So while our patient but slightly flustered pastor looked on, the men went out to get the sacks and put them in the tub, legs sticking out and all. One has to wonder what the new students were thinking. Hopefully they’ll come back next week. I’m pretty sure the potluck will include wild boar.

December

The newest blog is below the kitchen one since I started it earlier.