{"id":464,"date":"2013-01-18T17:37:44","date_gmt":"2013-01-18T21:37:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/?p=464"},"modified":"2013-01-29T11:08:22","modified_gmt":"2013-01-29T15:08:22","slug":"hairy-pork-friendship","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/2013\/01\/18\/hairy-pork-friendship\/","title":{"rendered":"Hairy Pork and Friendship"},"content":{"rendered":"

On my way home the other day, some neighbor girls called me to the fence.\u00a0 They wanted me to stop for a while and eat homemade pork rinds, or as I like to call them, deep fried trichinosis.\u00a0 The head of the pig was sitting on a board, blood soaking into the dirt and flies having their own party on its skin.\u00a0 Four hooves were cut off and sticking up out of an old yogurt container.\u00a0 In the middle of a circle of chairs was a huge wash basin filled with pieces of fried pig skin, some still with a healthy amount of hair.<\/p>\n

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Removing the skin of a pig for frying<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I\u2019ll be honest.\u00a0 Eating what the people of the village offer me is difficult for several reasons.\u00a0 The first reason is that I know they have very little and that I have a lot.\u00a0 It\u2019s hard to accept food from people who only get to eat two meals a day or sometimes go hungry.\u00a0 Another reason is that I\u2019m not a big fan of the dishes that are special treats to them.\u00a0 I feel bad that I\u2019m choking down some greasy beef stew while they wait all year for a chance to enjoy that meal.\u00a0 And lastly, I worry about getting sick.\u00a0 I see the flies and the unwashed hands that prepared the food.\u00a0 I know that there is no refrigeration and that the pigs run wild eating\u2026well, gross stuff.<\/p>\n

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The family that invited me to eat pork rinds<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

So, why don\u2019t I just say no?\u00a0 Make up some excuse, say I\u2019m full, or even admit I don\u2019t like it?\u00a0 I eat because the people are not just offering me food.\u00a0 They are offering me friendship, a chance to be part of the community\u2026the very best they have to give.<\/p>\n

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Removing the pig's skin and fat for frying<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We know that Jesus is a spirit, but also that he walked this earth as a man.\u00a0 He may not have enjoyed pork rinds any more than I do, especially with the hair still on.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know what all he ate or didn\u2019t eat.\u00a0 I do know that he flawlessly made himself part of the community he lived in, even though it wasn\u2019t what he was accustomed to.\u00a0 And I know he trusted that His Father would care for him, even if he ended up with amoebic dysentery.<\/p>\n

One day I hope to break bread together with the Nahuatl as a symbol of our shared hope.\u00a0 Until then I will gladly eat grease stew, lumpy oatmeal drink, and hairy pork rinds in order to become Nahuatl for the sake of the gospel.<\/p>\n

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On my way home the other day, some neighbor girls called me to the fence.\u00a0 They wanted me to stop for a while and eat homemade pork rinds, or as I like to call them, deep fried trichinosis.\u00a0 The head of the pig was sitting on a board, blood soaking into the dirt and flies […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":331,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6402],"tags":[6388,416],"class_list":{"0":"post-464","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-my-reflections","7":"tag-nahuatl-culture","8":"tag-village-life","9":"entry"},"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/464","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/331"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=464"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/464\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=464"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=464"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ethnos360.org\/katie-moore\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=464"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}