It’s finished. Done. Over.
I’m so very happy about this! Killing isn’t something I enjoy. In fact, I hate it.
And as much as I love the meat, the nutrition, the sight of healthy food resting in the freezer, killing is one ‘farm chore’ I could do without, but one I feel compelled to do.
I know. You’ve been seeing a lot of blood and guts on the blog as of late. Know why? Because this is the world I’ve been living in. Fall simply is the time for such happenings.
THE SEASON FOR BUTCHERING
Those who raise domestic animals for meat know that feed costs only go up, come winter. Creatures are in prime condition for slaughter at this time, still holding the fatness of summer underneath their skin.
Hunting also happens at this time, while animals are in their prime, when ‘the rut’ is on (aka breeding season). Not only does this bring the males out of hiding, but is before the females are carrying young.
This season’s bloody fingers have been wrapped around us for the past 2 months. And us? We capped it yesterday. Over. Done. Finished by slaughtering the heritage turkeys we raised this summer. Yep. Just in time for American Thanksgiving.
MUST DEATH BE A PART OF TRADITIONAL LIVING?
It’s a good question! I would answer that question with yet another: is there any part of life that isn’t touched by death?
If there is, I don’t see it.
Death simply is part of living on this planet. Think about it: plant life? The very large animal kingdom? The human race? Death visits us all.
I believe death came into existence because of selfishness. Suspicion. Pride. God’s Word tells us this, at the very beginning.
Was it part of the Creator’s original plan?
Nope! Death is a result of us, the human race. We messed it up. We are responsible for this thing called death. We embraced it to our bosoms.
And that is sobering.
Killing an animal you’ve raised from a wee little creature drives the fact home. Selfishness isn’t a joke. Pride has UGLY results. Final results that we are incapable of undoing.
Life departs, because of sin. And that truth goes far beyond physical death.
DEATH/PAIN SERVES AS A REMINDER
This time of year, I am sobered. Humbled. Reminded how seriously God does take my sin. He cares about me. I know this! He cares deeply. But the ugliness of sin isn’t a joke. The result of sin (death), isn’t a joke either.
Last week I went with a group of friends to a neighboring town an hour away. We had lunch and did some window shopping. Because these women were either young mamas or expecting (myself excluded), the conversation turned to birth.
My own parents did home births and the ‘talk’ was part of our household. But on this day, I heard one of my friends say something that really stuck with me. It was along the lines of:
“All I could think about throughout my labor was how much God hated sin. It HURT so bad! Like wow! God must really hate sin.”
We know that this was one of the consequences God gave to womanhood after the first woman went against Him: increased pain in childbearing.
A good God, willing to put that kind of pain on a human being, someone He was willing to give His life for?
A good God, willing to let death become part of the natural order of His world? I know how much I, being an imperfect human being hate it! How much more must He, a perfect Being, hate it?
In His eyes, sin must be a big deal.
And I am reminded of it this time of year.