The other day we were told about a shepherding event that’s been going on for 50 years. It’s called the “Trailing of the Sheep” festival, and it runs for a week in October through beautiful Sun Valley, Idaho. They’ve been running sheep through there for over 125 years.
What a great chance to learn about pastoring by studying shepherds. I wanted to check it out. What kind of events did they have? Maybe I’d find a program online. As I browsed their website, I came across their pledge to follow all CDC guidelines and masking and distancing rules. It was a whole page dedicated to it, publicly declaring they would carry the baton for this entire narrative. I was disappointed.
In Hawaii, that’s normal, but people aren’t generally going along with that stuff in Idaho. You see, very few wear masks here and there, and they’re one of the least vaccinated states. It’s incredibly freeing to see humanity as God made us and not muzzled with masks. That’s why it frustrates me to see those who do volunteer to wear them even when stores don’t even require them. I want to shake them and ask if they know what’s coming. Australia is coming. Communism is coming. A prison state is coming. But they’re the ones who have fully bought in. They won’t listen. They are the true believers in this covid cult.
For some odd reason, I feel compelled to confront things like that. I find that I want to talk to people about it. I will bring it up to strangers or try to leave hints like, “Did you ever think about covid being on the shopping cart handle? Or the gas pump handle? Or the entry handle on the Starbucks you go to?” I often dream of handing out fliers in the parking lots challenging people to think for themselves, but alas, my sabbatical would just be plowing in another field. So I only fantasize about it. Besides, would it do any good?
So this is why I try to push back on these things. Every little acquiescence is yielding to tyranny. Every freedom we lose, we will not gain back. A year ago in Hawaii, I said that we would never go back to being mask-free unless there was a revolution.
Well, the shepherds were holding an event, and I wanted to go. But I wasn’t going to drive 5 hours to wear a mask everywhere. Plus, on their site, they spoke of a monument called “the good shepherd.” I figured if they knew of the good shepherd, they were believers. Why were they following the devil's narrative? I was angrier that shepherds wouldn’t know any better, as if they knew something about pastoring. How did I know their position, but somehow I got this feeling I should say something.
I wrote them this short note from my bed in the morning. I will add their reply below my note and then my answer after that. I hope you enjoy the dialogue or at least find it strengthening your faith.