Let me start by saying that I’m not a Chaplain. At one point I was called upon to step up and fulfill that role in an organization. I was honored and agreed and then was relieved of that duty when a veteran chaplain joined the organization and took those responsibilities. And I make no secret about the fact that I am a human with all too many faults. I certainly swear, enjoy a good cigar now and then, and drink the rare beer. I think unforgiving thoughts and the good Lord knows I appreciate viewing the female form from both a sexist and artistic point of view (that’s all I can do is look, or “read the menu”. In the words of my wife, “you can read the menu but you’d better not eat, order, play with or pay for the food). Still, I was watching a program not long ago that had as its main theme the crossover that exists between those who salvage souls and those who protect souls. The difference between men of the cloth and men of the badge is often not very much.