There aren’t many events that call for ten turkeys.
Even the biggest family gatherings at Thanksgiving or Christmas usually get by with one stuffed bird.
But Sunday wasn’t just any day.
Around these parts, Sunday was what we call “Rally Day”.
It’s the annual kick-off to the Sunday school year….
followed by a potluck, the likes of which Wesley himself would be proud.
PB grilled ten turkeys, with a little help from his friends.
Turkey #1, in prayer position.
Turkey #2. Soon to be a burnt offering.
Turkey #3, waiting in the wings. Heehee.
Shooting turkey #4 full of PB’s secret recipe marinade.
Oh yeah, baby. We stuff our birds with butter. #5
#6 getting poked before going to bed for the night.
#7, 8, 9, 10 – all tucked in and soaking up the savory goodness.
No parking – turkey heaven right there. Sizzling, smoky scrumptiousness.
Dig in, you blessed Methodists. Gobble up the goodness.
I sure hope there are potlucks in heaven.
Now tell me, how many pastors cook up dinner for their flock?
No pun intended.
Wait. Is a group of turkeys called a “flock”?
Anyway, a good time was had by all.
Thanks to all those who kept an eye on the birds while PB preached.
You missed a good sermon.
Thanks to all those who set up, ate up and cleaned up.
You are good souls.
Have we told you lately that we love ya?
“Blessed is the one who will eat at the feast in the kingdom of God.” Luke 14:15