….it’s what’s for dinner

 

First, let me say, I am NOT a vegetarian, nor am I a PETA member. However these pictures are appalling! If you want to research this any further pick up a copy of The Ethics of What we Eat: Why our Food Choices Matter by Peter Singer.

Battery Cages where egg laying hens are kept. Note – not only can they not move, they are debeaked.

Debeaking – beaks are seared off with a red hot blade. One reason this is done is to prevent them from pecking their neighbor to death….

Another look at the caged hens…. and their waste.

And this is how the “Free Range” Boiler chickens are kept. Their only freedom is that they are not in individual cages….

The above two pictures are “Free Range” turkeys. Also debeaked. Like many “free-range” and “organic” animals, these young turkeys are crowded together in a filthy shed and will not see the sun or breathe fresh air until the day they’re taken to slaughter.

In today’s Turkey Farms, the turkeys are bred (and drugged) to grow quickly and maximize the “white meat.” Because of this they are often crippled under their own weight, and can not mate naturally.

These are the “Pig Factory” farms. Again – horribly crowded. Pigs are social animals and very intelligent. On these farms there is no mental stimulation, which often leads to insanity and compulsive chewing of the metal cages.

The gestinational pigs don’t fare much better, often kept in these confining cages for their entire life.

I was gonna show you the cows, but it was just too heartbreaking. Especially the veal calves. And the pictures of beef cattle walking in waste halfway up their legs. The feedlots are abominable. The confinement of beef and dairy cattle in shoulder to shoulder conditions is awful. The cows look at you with human-like eyes….

One other thing – the waste of these animals (way too many animals for the size of the area they are confined in) kept on these farms is destroying the air, water and soil around them. To say nothing of the waste and indigestion produced gases that contribute to global warming. I’m just saying…..

So, I will leave you there. I encourage everyone to become educated about the food you eat, so you can make wise choices. There are ethical farms and companies out there, it just takes some work to find them…..
A couple other good books are: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life by Barbara Kingsolver, 101 Reasons Why I’m A Vegetarian by Pamela Rice and a book I have just purchased, and hope is good – The Omnivore’s Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals by Michael Pollan.

Then, there’s corn……..


Not in My Backyard…..

So, yesterday in church we were talking about the Great Commission and what that means for us, today. Practicalities. What each of us as individuals can do to make the world a better place; how we can be Christ to others. And, the excuses for why we don’t.

After church I pretty much forgot about the discussion. Until this morning on the way to work. As I was driving down the street the school is on, the state of the neighborhood shocked me. I guess I have been driving down the street with blinders on all year. What really hit me was a house with a FOR RENT sign in the front yard. “WHO would want to rent that dump?” I thought……

Now, keep in mind it wasn’t all that long ago that I lived in this very neighborhood. For fifteen years. We had a modest house, a good-sized yard, and relatively good neighbors. And then, the neighborhood changed. Quite rapidly. We stuck it out for a couple more years. After all, the kids could walk to school; I could walk to the store and we had just finished our basement. But suddenly I became uncomfortable there. With the type of people the neighborhood was attracting. The fact that most were immigrants, many illegal, living two or three families to a house, the fact that they didn’t care what their house, or yard looked like. The fact that I didn’t understand them, or their culture, or their poverty. I didn’t get that they were just trying to get ahead and make life for their families better. Trying to scrounge up a piece of the American Dream. And truth be told, I looked at the bottom line – would I be able to sell my house and still make a profit? I mean we were rapidly losing value weren’t we?

We put the house on the market. I remember sitting on my porch one day, wrestling with the fact that I was doing that. That I was not content with my present circumstances. That my neighbors didn’t have that option. How I was one to talk about going to another country to work with the poor on a mission trip, when here the poor and needy were coming to MY NEIGHBORHOOD! I struggled with it. It nagged at me. Stay here and be hands and feet to those in need? Or move to where my kids felt safe, and not looked down on for were they resided. I weighed my feelings and my family against what could possible be an opportunity to love and minister to those around me. And my family won. Well, in one sense of the word. But they lost even more. There were great teaching opportunities there. A chance for my kids to see Jesus in action. A chance to teach them that life wasn’t all about them.

I look at people now that live in comfort and prosperity, who sell their homes, pick up their families and move to the inner city, or neighborhoods like the one I lived in. I missed the boat. We were already there. And I couldn’t wait to get out…..

Within a week our house sold and we packed up and moved to a more “acceptable” neighborhood. Hey – I was only looking out for my kids, right?

So – would I make the same choice today? Have I learned anything? I would like to think that I would do things differently, but honestly, I don’t know. This is part of my ongoing struggle to love. To be Jesus to a hurting world.

Just not in my backyard….. <sigh>



Defense of the Dark Arts, er, I mean, Harry Potter

Road Trip – Day 3


Part three of our road trip is posted at Dana’s site.  (This includes the Makers Mark Distillery, and Wigwam Village #2.)
I’m so glad she did this! Thank you Dana. :)



The Ties that Bind

When the spiritual teacher and his disciples began their evening meditation, the cat who lived in the monastery made such noise that it distracted them. So the teacher ordered that the cat be tied up during the evening practice. Years later, when the teacher died, the cat continued to be tied up during the meditation session. And when the cat eventually died, another cat was brought to the monastery and tied up. Centuries later, learned descendants of the spiritual teacher wrote scholarly treatises about the religious significance of tying up a cat for meditation practice.

Zen Stories to Tell Your Neighbors


My heart hurts……









Hello world!

I’m trying to decide if I wanna use WordPress for a while. I think maybe I’ll run it side by side with Blogger to see if there is more flexibility. Maybe not on “free” WordPress…. but I’d just kinda like to get a feel for it. So for now – excuse the playing. :)

Peace of Mind

 

 

Peace Of Mind

 

Mindy Smith

I need peace of mind
and a hopeful heart
to lose this rage
and move out of the dark
I ain’t looking for rainbows
or shooting stars
just some peace of mind
and a hopeful heart

I need a peace of mind
and a lullaby
cause theres an angry voice
in my head tonight
tellin’ me to do things
that can’t be right
I need peace of mind
and a lullaby

 

and a miracle
for this broken soul
a little miracle
for this broken soul

 

I need peace of mind
and gentle hand
as I try to change
the way I am
and God forgives me
when I can’t
I need peace of mind
and a gentle hand

 

or a miracle
for this broken soul
a little miracle
for this broken soul

 

I need peace of mind
and a hopeful heart


Our Kentucky Trip – Day 2

For anyone who is interested, Dana has part 2 of our road trip posted over at her blog. Yeah, I’m lazy – but just think of the thousand words implied by my pictures…. ;)
(Includes Sander’s Motor Court, Ale 8, Mundts Candy, and Lynn’s Paradise Cafe.

BTW – Dana didn’t mention getting her first sweet tea – tho I might not have either if the only place you could find it was McDonalds. And I didn’t mention that while she was getting said sweet tea I was encountering a restroom at a McDonalds that was worse than ANY gas station restroom I have EVER been in. Restrooms on this trip were, um, interesting to say the least.






Did we mean it?

This morning, for some reason this hymn popped into my head. I remember singing this often in the church I grew up in, but I have to wonder – did we get it?? Did we mean it?? Or, did we twist it to mean if we “convert you” and you are specifically, even denominationally or theologically like us (a true heart) then we are all one in Christ……?

Just my thought/question for the day…..

 

 

 

In Christ there is no East or West,
In Him no South or North;
But one great fellowship of love
Throughout the whole wide earth.

In Him shall true hearts everywhere
Their high communion find;
His service is the golden cord,
Close binding humankind.

Join hands, then, members of the faith,
Whatever your race may be!
Who serves my Father as His child
Is surely kin to me.

In Christ now meet both East and West,
In Him meet North and South;
All Christly souls are one in Him
Throughout the whole wide earth.

Will­iam A. Dunk­er­ley, 1908.

 


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