“My Last Cigarette” by Doug Fincher

August 8, 2016 - "What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?"  1 Corinthians 6:19  

When I was fifteen, I awakened one morning at 3:00, grabbed my .410 shotgun, and walked four miles down the railroad tracks from Center, Texas to Mill Creek. It was one of those beautiful fall mornings…a little cool…no wind.. perfect weather  for squirrel hunting.    I had hidden a pack of Chesterfields in my coat and smoked on my way to the creek.

Suddenly squirrels appeared everywhere.    I shot… and shot…and shot… at point blank ranges …but they all ran off unscathed.  Figuring that my smoking (forbidden by my parents) must have brought my bad luck, I placed the pack on a stump and blasted them with my shotgun. Afterwards I killed two wood ducks with one shot and nabbed two fox squirrels.

I’m not saying that success at hunting will always improve if we quit smoking.

But our success at living definitely will.