This morning I walked out on the front porch to do a little writing and saw a couple of men stringing something up on a tree branch across the street. When they went back inside I walked over and discovered that it was the heads of two pigs that they had just slaughtered in their back yard. I took a couple of pictures because it is something we don't see in Raleigh. When I turned around I saw the neighbor sitting there watching me. I said to him, "It is not a good day to be a pig." He replied, "Si, very bad."
If we have bacon tomorrow morning I will give thanks for the ultimate gift given by the pig who lived across the street for awhile.
I sat back down and watched all the children walking to school past this grizzly sight, and no one made a comment or even seemed to notice them. It was probably something they had seen many times. Within five minutes a woman stopped and spoke to the man who had hung them in the tree and she pointed to a head. Soon there was money changing hands. One family will have meat on the table and the other will be buying baby pigs. So life and death goes on in the village.
—Pastor Larry (San Ramon, Nicaragua)
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