Two weeks ago (or maybe three) I staggered into our fellowship service, exhausted. It was a hard night since Divina didn't sleep much, neither did I. I sat through most of the service with my eyes closed, listening halfway, nodding off. The minister was into her sermon, but I just couldn't pay attention. The next thing I knew I was sitting straight up at the edge of my seat. A beam shot straight from the minister right to me. I was hooked. She was talking about the horrible treatment of animals in slaughter houses. These animals and birds live their lives in terror, abused and tortured. We eat those animals everyday. There is a disconnect between the "body parts" we buy at the market and the terrible, short lives they lived to be our breakfast. I haven't eaten meat since that day.
(I did eat a breakfast burrito because it was the only thing in the house. And I ate chicken noodle soup because I knew it was something Divina would eat.)
I haven't been calling myself a vegetarian these past few weeks. It didn't seem "earned" as I don't feel "committed" yet. Today I spent only a few minutes at www.goveg.com reading about Butterball Turkey Co. I am now a vegetarian.
www.goveg.com
Monday, November 06, 2006
I am Changed
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2 comments:
Does that mean no chicken/meat for your husband & daughter?
What a heartbreaking website.
I've reduced meat intake just for my personal health's sake, but do appreciate being conscious of where those "meaty" body parts come from and how they were treated while alive.
Yeah, how many vegetarian homemakers find themselves preparing meat for other family members. How do you get them to go along? Just curious.
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