Tonight, my grandson, who is eleven, and I went pig hunting. We have put out some grain several nights in a row, which they have eaten, and we were set up about 20 yards from our bait station tonight with a 22 rifle on a tripod with a night vision scope. We only made it to 8:00 pm, and my hunting buddy wore out, and no pigs had shown up yet. We will give it a go for the next two nights before we leave. Many wild pigs are on the Island of Oahu, and they are a major nuisance. Part of the problem is that gun control laws are very strict here, and not many people hunt; they swim, surf, and fish, so the pigs have nothing to keep them under control. Pigs are like rabbits; they have a litter of ten baby pigs twice a year. I guess I am just going to have to visit our family here more often and help them out with their problem.
In the Old Testament, pigs are occasionally used as a word for demons. Jesus cast demons into a herd of pigs who, as a result, ran into the sea and drowned themselves. Because of the population density, the pigs here have gotten good at hiding out in small bushes and coming out only at night, rooting up lawns, and eating dog and cat food out on back porches. That reminds me of how demons work in our lives, sneaking around everywhere in our lives, creating chaos and confusion, and constantly tempting and lying to us. If I could see them, I would shoot them. But I can’t see them, so I have to defeat them through prayer, the big gun that God has given us to defeat the power of darkness. If you neglect prayer, you will have pigs in your backyard.

















