Great Pumpkin Massacre
Saturday night, coming back from a chili cook off(not sure who won) Tracy and I with Corban in the back seat drove through what I am calling the Great Pumpkin Massacre of '07. We saw the first one busted on the right shoulder and then before we knew it, remains were everywhere, which made driving pretty interesting. All I could think about at the time were drunken teenagers throwing stolen pumpkins to the asphalt from the back of a pick-up truck. Maybe that was how it happened. I knew people back in high school that did such things. I went once with friends to push Porta-O-Pot's over, but that was about the extent of my destruction.
Yesterday morning I traveled the same road to church and passed the carnage once more. This time I couldn't help, but think of other people in far away countries that I imagine have traveled their main road many times to find real destruction in path. Scenes from Hotel Rwanda swirled in my brain leaving me longing for peace and love for the world. But then in my hurt I was reminded just then that life is relentless and daring. Ten turkeys, out of nowhere, slowly pranced right in front of me, as I neared the end of the pumpkin mess. Then glancing right to the field where the birds were heading I noticed two deer standing under a tree. Death and violence had overcome me and just at the right time Life showed its face once again. It felt like God in that moment whispered, “Look a here.”
I have wrestled lately with the issue of war. Ken Burn’s documentary on War World 2 has been fuel for the fire and has helped me develop my thoughts. I still don’t have it all figured out, but I am convinced more than ever that Life though pushed down and beaten will always rise again. Didn’t Jesus prove that on the third day? And again he proved that to yawning me on the way to church yesterday. With those turkey and deer he rolled the stone away once again. I was sure I was traveling Long Hollow Pike, but maybe yesterday it was for that moment the road to Emmaus.
Yesterday morning I traveled the same road to church and passed the carnage once more. This time I couldn't help, but think of other people in far away countries that I imagine have traveled their main road many times to find real destruction in path. Scenes from Hotel Rwanda swirled in my brain leaving me longing for peace and love for the world. But then in my hurt I was reminded just then that life is relentless and daring. Ten turkeys, out of nowhere, slowly pranced right in front of me, as I neared the end of the pumpkin mess. Then glancing right to the field where the birds were heading I noticed two deer standing under a tree. Death and violence had overcome me and just at the right time Life showed its face once again. It felt like God in that moment whispered, “Look a here.”
I have wrestled lately with the issue of war. Ken Burn’s documentary on War World 2 has been fuel for the fire and has helped me develop my thoughts. I still don’t have it all figured out, but I am convinced more than ever that Life though pushed down and beaten will always rise again. Didn’t Jesus prove that on the third day? And again he proved that to yawning me on the way to church yesterday. With those turkey and deer he rolled the stone away once again. I was sure I was traveling Long Hollow Pike, but maybe yesterday it was for that moment the road to Emmaus.
“Were not our hearts burning within us while He was speaking to us on the road…”
Luke 24:32
posted by Arthur Alligood....Husband, Father, Songwriter, and Student at
9:22 AM
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that's good arthur. beauty out of ashes. and i'm glad to see you've started a blog.
good stuff...
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