When I see pigs, there are a number of (random) thoughts that come to mind. Why do we say “sweat like a pig” when pigs don’t sweat? Why would anyone casts pearls before swine? I think about the prodigal son, who “longed to eat his fill of the pods on which the swine fed”. Which makes me think the father, who “ran to his son, embraced him, and kissed him”. Which is how God welcomes us.