Crawfish Boil

The seminary had a crawfish boil on the school grounds last week. We had a great time. The last photo is Arnold and the school president, Chuck Kelley. Below is a story I got from Jack's blog, our church planting professor, about Pierre the Dancing Crawfish...

Pierre the crawfish was in a ditch near Mamou, dancing. He loved to dance and the other crawfish loved to watch him. Suddenly, out of the sky, fell a big net. Because Pierre was a well-educated crawfish, he realized this meant one thing. He was going to Hollywood! All it really meant was that Sammy was out crawfishing, and scooped up Pierre and about 200 of his neighbors.

Sammy took his sack of crawfish home and starting a big pot of water to boil. Then he threw in spices. Then he threw in more spices. When the water was right, he threw in some crawfish. That’s when Pierre realized this was not Hollywood–this was hot water! So Pierre started dancing.

The other crawfish, being generally polite, moved out the way so Pierre could get more room to entertain Mr. Sammy.You can imagine Sammy’s astonishment when he realized what he had found. “Mama!,” he cried. “Turn up that radio. We got us a dancing crawfish!” Mrs. Sammy, who was unusually quick for her disposition, stood at the kitchen door amazed. “Oh Sammy, a dancin’ crawfish–he’s a gift from God! Children! Get in here right now. Your Papa found us a dancing crawfish!”

Sammy’s beautiful children fell all over each other getting through the back screen and into the kitchen. All four stood in wonder and amazement. The family watched as Pierre kept perfect rhythm to the Zydeco beat.After four songs, poor Pierre was worn out. He tried to keep up with the fifth tune, but he was failing. Sammy picked him up off the table and tossed him in the pot. The kids ran back outside, and eight minutes later, Pierre looked just like all the other crawfish.