Eating with the Pigs

In stake conference today one of the counselors talked about when he was a boy him and his friends would sit on the fence and watch the pigs eat. The man that owned the pigs would buy day-old twinkies and ho-hos to feed the pigs. He would just dump them in with the wrappers and all. The young boys were disgusted at first but after a while they became hungry too. They would grab the twinkies that didn't have too many holes in the bags or didn't look too bad.

He related this story to the fact that if we sit and "watch the pigs" too often we will become like them. We need to be actively engaged in a good cause and not be sitting with the pigs.

My dad always would recite a poem and this is it:

One night in late October,
When I was far from sober,
Returning from the bar with manly pride,
My feet began to flutter
So I lay down in the gutter
And a pig came near and lay down by my side.
A lady passing by was heard to say:
"You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses,"
And the pig got up, and slowly walked away.