Blondie n me got up early and went mater hunting this morning. We knowed of a spot where they hang out. We got where we figured they’d be and sure enough: a whole bunch of ‘em just baskin’ in the sun an bein’ lazy.
We crept into the place real quiet like. It was still cool enough they weren’t stirring yet. Maters can be mean, sos ya gotta sneak up on em from down-wind. We’d creep up and reach out slow and easy, then – SNATCH! We’d whip one away quick, break its neck and stuff it in the bag.
Most never knew what hit ‘em, a few though; they put up a tussle. An’ one: I thought that one had me, but Blondie grabbed hold of my pant leg and pulled me back safe.
When we got a bag full we totted ‘em on home. There I fixed up a big pot of boilin water to dunk ‘em in for a short spell: that loosens their hide ya know, so yas don’t waste so much meat gittin it off’n em. We dunked ‘em in the boilin’ water then into cold water, then we could skin ‘em out easy.
Then we cut out their heart: tain’t no good to no one anyhow. An’ split open their belly to scoop out their goopy guts. They ain’t no good neither.
That left us with a good carcass of meat that we chunked up an’ put on ice. We’ll cook all that up tomorrow. We’ll make some mater soup, then can up the rest to use fer soup or stew, or it can be cooked down and used in lots of different ways.
Yessir, mater meat is good eatin’ – an thar ain’t much more fun than a day mater hunting.
In spite of adversaries and critics the church of our Lord Jesus Christ continues to have a redemptive role in contemporary society. In no way has modern technology diminished the need for this fellowship of faith. Although our procedures and programs may change, the gospel of grace has an unchanging appeal for all who need love and forgiveness. While church, by no stretch of the imagination, is a majority effort, it does have a healing effect upon the total community. Withdraw the church from society and there is a lost dimension of righteousness that is necessary for stability, productivity and progress.
I went to PayPal to send my client: Phil, a request for payment. Unable to connect. I checked my network status: connected to LAN, no internet gateway. That usually means the modem has gone wonky and I need to reboot it. I was on my way over to do that when my cellphone rang.
As the orange orb of the sun slid down behind English mountain, splashing the sky with rose, vermillion and mauve, the day’s heat began to wane. The air began to move; caressing their cheeks to further cool them as they sat in their rockers on the porch before it drifted off to play among the trees. The rustling leaves were like music.