Thomas J Parlette
“Interview with the Demoniac”
Luke 8: 26-39
6/22/25
Reporter - “Hello, and welcome to this special report from GNN – the Galilean News Network. I’m field correspondent Juliet Parlette.”
“Today we are in Gergesa, on the eastern shore of the Sea of Galilee. We’re investigating a story about a mysterious teacher and healer who recently caused quite the uproar in the region. Joining me today is the man known as the Gerasene Demoniac.”
Demoniac – “Bob is fine – I go by Bob now.”
Reporter – “I’m sorry – Bob the Demoniac?”
Bob – “No – just Bob is fine. I don’t identify as a Demoniac anymore.
Reporter – “Alright – very good. Thanks for joining us today Bob. I wonder if you could share a little bit about your home town here.”
Bob – “Sure. Gergesa is a nice little town, it’s just across the way from the Jewish side of the Sea. Most of the people who live over on the east side of the Sea are Gentiles, you know, non-Jews. I enjoyed growing up here. Most of the people make their living from the Sea as fishermen, just like most of you do on the west side. We also have some farmers who grow wheat and other grains and we’ve got a fair amount of people who raise livestock, mostly sheep and pigs. I know the Jews consider pigs unclean, but over here, it’s a pretty big business.
Reporter – “So Bob, we’ve heard some stories from your neighbors about how you used to live. Could you tell us about that?”
Bob - “Sure. I led a pretty normal life, I guess, until I was about 13 years old maybe. It was right around then I started to have these weird urges. Thoughts would pop into head – troubling thoughts about hurting people or doing destructive things. These urges slowly turned into voices, telling me I was no good, that I was evil. They tried to convince me to do all these terrible things. It was torture. Especially at night. The voices would not let me alone. I couldn’t sleep – I was afraid too, because my dreams were awful.
Then the spasms started. First it was my hands – they got all cramped up for no reason. My fingers would get contorted in all these weird shapes and no matter I did, I couldn’t get them back into a normal shape. It was very painful.
Then the spasms spread to my face. My mouth would make all these strange sneering expressions and my neck would tighten up and my head would tilt to one side or the other.
Then it started affecting my speech. I would make sounds that I thought were going to be words – but they just sounded like jibberish. Sometimes I could only make grunting sounds.
Then my body would start convulsing with no warning. It felt like someone was twisting my arms and legs into shapes I had no control over. That was the scariest part – I felt totally out of control.
That was when it was scariest for my friends and neighbors too. It wasn’t easy for them to watch me go through all this. They were afraid I was going to hurt myself. So they took turns keeping watch over me. The convulsions were so violent at times that they had to physically restrain me with ropes and chains.
Eventually though, I would break the restraints and work my way free and I started living outside of town in the tombs. Even though I wasn’t in my right mind and had no control over myself – I knew I couldn’t live in town anymore. People were afraid of me, and I was dangerous.”
Reporter – “So what happened when Jesus and his followers came ashore that day?
Bob – “Well, the people of the village could see them coming from a long way off. The Sea of Galilee is not a big body of water and we know all the boats from our village. The people of the village had heard of Jesus’ reputation as a great healer. So when this little fishing boat from the other side of the Sea pulled up close to shore and Jesus and some of his followers waded onto the beach, the villagers immediately brought Jesus to the cemetery to see what he could do with me. Jesus saw me from a distance, and I could hear him say – “Come out of him!”
“I could feel the spirits stirring within. I could feel them gathering together into a tight little ball – and then, like the rush of great wind, they exploded out of me, the voices shouting in unison – “What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg you, do not torment me.”
“Then Jesus asked, “What’s your name?”
And again, I could feel the spirits gathering within me, although now there were more of them. I tried to hold them back, but their voices rushed out like a fire hydrant opening – “Legion”, they said. I could feel their sense of dread at being sent back into the darkness of oblivion, and they begged Jesus to send them into a herd of nearby pigs instead.”
“So, Jesus commanded the Spirits to enter the pigs. I could feel their presence gather within me even more powerfully than before. They gathered in the pit of my stomach, and when Jesus sent them into the pigs – they left my body with such force that everything went black, and I passed out.”
“I’m glad you mentioned the pigs. As I’m sure you know, the pig farmers who were watching over that herd have filed a law suit against Jesus, his followers and you for damages over the loss of their pigs. Do you mind if I read you a piece of their complaint?
Bob – “Sure.”
Reporter – “My co-workers and I were standing about 100 yards away from the cemetery watching over our herd of pigs on the hillside, when this man named Jesus approached the village demoniac. They exchanged some words – we couldn’t hear exactly what was being said – and it all happened pretty quickly. We watched Jesus make a sweeping gesture with his arm and point toward our herd of pigs, and the demoniac fell to the ground. We thought maybe he was dead. Just as Jesus did this, our pigs started acting strange. They all looked up from their grazing and had these “crazy eyes.” I’d never seen them look that way before. They jostled around, bumping into each other for a bit and then they started stampeding down the hillside toward the water. My friends and I, we chased after them with our herding sticks, but it was no use. All the pigs ran into the sea and drowned.”
“Now, keep in mind we had a couple hundred pigs in that herd! They were worth a pretty good sum of money. Who is going to pay us for our pigs!? That was enough money to keep my friends and I afloat for the whole year! Somebody’s got to pay. We demand justice.”
What do you have to say to these charges?
Bob – “Well, I understand why they’re upset. But I didn’t have anything to do with it – I was passed out at the time. I didn’t see anything. I will say that Jesus was from the Jewish side of the Sea, and the Jews consider pigs to be unclean. So from Jesus’ perspective, maybe he wasn’t considering the value of the pigs, he was just thinking of where to send the spirits that were tormenting me. I guess it goes to show that there is a price to pay for healing. I have friends that have gotten addicted to drinking too much wine. When they finally get sober, the price they pay is that they lose some of their old friends. I know that may sound harsh – but I hope they get some justice. In fact, I intend to help in that regard.
Reporter – “How so?”
Bob – “Well, when I came to, Jesus was sitting there on a rock near the cemetery. So after I had some bread and a drink of water, I sat at his feet and listened to what he had to say. He told me how God wanted to heal us from whatever ailed us – in my case, the demons that controlled me – and that God forgives us our sins. He also told me how the most important thing was to love God with everything in your being, and love your neighbor as yourself. That’s why I’m going to try to get some justice for my neighbors the pig farmers.
Reporter – “I see, I think that’s great Bob. So what’s next for Bob the former demoniac?”
Bob – “Well, after I listened to Jesus for awhile, my friends and neighbors came up to us, and they were a bit panicked about the whole episode. They didn’t know what to make of Jesus. So they told him and his followers to go because they were afraid. I asked Jesus if I could go with him – but he said “No, I want you to stay on this side of the Sea and tell everyone what happened and what I have said to you. Let everyone know how much God has done for you.”
So that’s what I do now. I am a preacher on the East Side of the Sea of Galilee. I tell all the gentiles on this side of the Sea about this Jewish teacher and healer who saved my life, who healed me of all my ills, and how God wants to heal them too.”
Reporter – “Very admirable Bob – I wish you well. I’m Juliet Parlette, and this has a been a special report from GNN. Thank you for joining us this morning.”