The Enforcer

Fred was the enforcer at the study Center during a time “the Ministry” AKA Shiloh was trying to lose a folksier school name, “The Land.” The leader ship had a more religious title for him, I think it was Head Deacon but Fred was the muscle needed to deal with the this eclectic collection of street people and disaffected hippies who showed up there on a bus or in vans like clock work every few months.
He laid claim to having been a professional baseball player how true or not that was and how ever successful he may have been in that life the only thing that mattered was that Fred was the biggest baddest ass in that fire district as far as I could tell. He had a way of showing up when ever some one was living out some iteration of disobedience or false doctrine. He’d just say it was the anointing. His eyes grew large nostrils flared and people generally did what he said. I remember the huge portions he would get at dinner.
Chick, Chick, Chickin piiiiiiiicken. The Lamby Pies took on the daunting task of a Chicken poop baptism of Fred one night. It wasn't a pretty sight.
I'm sure some kind of rebuke came down from on high. We were feeling too badly about the ass kickin we got to care much.