Other than the fact that I used to ride the famed Pink Pig every Christmas, I’ve never been one to think pigs are all that cute. Like many other animals that spend most of their time wallowing in filth, we’ve romanticized them a bit. Think Wilbur. Think the three little ones who had such trouble with their houses. Think Porky.
But to me, a pig is all bacon…or sausage…or pork barbecue. I prefer a pig on the plate over a pig in the pen any day. It smells better, for one thing.
And that’s why I’m reflecting on Proverbs 11:22 today: