The Good Shephard......And The Bad Goatherd

                I've known over the years....guys like Tucker Carlson....and Alex Jones....and Joe Rogan. As for Carlson....one particular friend stopped me as I was trying to explain the gospel to him....and told me that he had read the Bible....first page to the last page....so there was nothing that I could tell him.  Another friend was like Alex Jones in that he would tell me all of the demonic influence in world leaders....but that is all that he was interested in talking about. Another friend was like Joe Rogan....but he just liked to talk about God....as it was an interesting subject to him.
                 Carlson is in the news again after relating how he was in bed one night....and something demonic attacked him....clawing him and drawing blood. I remember reading....(this back in the early 80s)....a Catholic priest relate the exact same story that Carlson did.....and I have my own story. It was probably 1973....I was in a bedroom with the door locked....and something sat on the bed. I was parlysized.....struggled....finally uttered the word....'Jesus'....and the whatever it was got off of the bed...and I lay there in a pool of....not blood....but sweat.
                 At the time I was still close to the height of my rebellion and debauchery. It was around that time that one evening I found myself as a drunken bum rolling around in the middle of Forbes Avenue on the Pitt campus....fighting with another drunken bum. 
                 Fast-forward fifteen years later....as a Christian of five years....I and a friend were among thousands of other Christians....silently protesting the blasphemous film....The Last Temptation of Christ....on that same Forbes Avenue. I suddenly realized something....asked my friend to stop....and told him that fifteen years earlier....I rolled around on that very spot that we were standing....as a drunken bum....stopping traffic as we were that evening....and I praised God for His mercy upon the least deserving of it!
                 As the thousands of us marched on Forbes Avenue....holding flickering candles....there were no shouts of protest....as it was a quiet march. There was no fiery political leader flattering us and teaching us how great we were....and how to hate our enemies. We were lambs...safe in the care of the Good Shepherd. Today we are more like goats....guided by a bad goatherd....who is in it only for the money....and if it should come to it....would protect only himself.