Dr. Mitch Medina
Through the haze of at least three hits of acid, the message of this song resonated subliminally. It was, indeed, the voice of my wonderful Lord and Savior planting a seed in my soul.
Raised a secular Jew, I had no idea that there was anything other than the material world. Until I discovered the wonderful synchronicity of the early Grateful Dead. At Harpur College (my alma mater), on May 2, 1970 (Dick's Pick's 8, and Dick Latvala's favorite show) -- somehow the unsuspected existence of a spirit world broke in on me. It was a considerable journey out of drugs, and through Eastern religions before I embraced Jesus as my Lord and Savior on August 11th-12th, 1973. Now a Christian for almost 40 years, and a minister for 30, I date my spiritual awakening to that wild night in Binghamton.
In addition to that experience, I must thank Johann Sebastian Bach for not being an idiot and being a heartfelt Christian. I was exposed to his music in my teens, and wondered how such a brilliant man could believe in Christianity, which I considered to be complete superstition, and the one thing in the world that was guaranteed not to be true.
It's seems a shame to me that none of my idols in the Grateful Dead ever grasped the reality of a personal God Whose name is Jesus -- even though their shamanism showed me the way. I don't think that the Dead performed Cold Jordan very often -- I only heard it that one time at Binghamton. But I thank God that Jesus is more powerful than the satanic environment that the Holy Spirit led me out of. If anybody ever reads this review: Recieve Jesus, and follow Him! When you come to the end of the way, and along the road as well, you will never be sorry!
God bless you all!