With all the upheaval in the world I’ve been considering buying a small
hand gun. The style I’m leaning toward is a small, light weight revolver with a
laser. The salesman showed me the simplicity of turning on the laser and I was
a little startled by the red dot that appeared on the wall. Somehow the gun
with the laser seemed more intimidating than the same model without the laser.
The salesman didn’t see the humor when I suggested that maybe all I needed was
the laser to point at an intruder. God doesn’t use a visible laser when He is
aiming for our hearts, but in a way I wish He would. It would be a good
reminder for me that God’s sights are always set on every human heart.
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Gail;
-----There’s always something hanging around that just isn’t as it seems. I never was much of a marksman. At least not with a firearm. I didn’t have trouble lining up the open sights on a rifle, or with lowering that alignment over my target. But still, my shots went astray. Put a scope on the rifle and I got worse. And I was terrible with pistols and shotguns. So when I bought a pellet gun for scattering stray cats, I mounted it with a laser sight. Yet, I remained terrible.
-----But there was a funny thing about the terrible that I was. Sandhill cranes and blue herons would sit on the banks of Dad’s lakes and severely eat into his ability to earn a living. In the 60’s and early 70’s when man still had the right to protect his viability against nature’s ravages, trout farmers were allowed to shoot deleterious critters. Invariably I would sneak a path right up close to where that bird was sitting, then charge out into the open and fire a missing shot from only fifteen or twenty feet. They weren’t small targets, either! I would stand there through a bewildering thought before being struck by the infamous, “Never say never!” Thrusting forward the butt of Dad’s ancient shotgun with one hand while pulling the pump towards me with the other to reverse the motions just as quickly placed the weapon’s butt against my shoulder at the same time my concentrated gaze upon the fleeing bird peeked with a pulled trigger yanking my forward foot off the ground; I would lower that 12-guage to watch the feather flurry while enjoying my third thought, “See! I told you: never give up!” And if I had fired a third shoot, it would have missed worse than the first.
-----Pointing the barrel at the target isn’t the problem. The problem is all the stuff happening in the mind before the trigger’s pulled. Research has found that most all actions are determined sub-consciously even before the conscious mind has registered a call to action. There is about a one second time frame in which consciousness is given a chance to call off or alter the action. Therein is the problem, because all of the quick calculations and alignments are made sub-consciously. So it was that old gunfighters would say they drew and shot with their mind long before their body drew and shot the pistol.
-----God isn’t a bad shot. And He doesn’t mess up His sub-conscious efforts by second guessing like we do. I don’t completely know why He doesn’t just shoot the Hell out of everyone so they will get refilled with His Heaven, instead of just the few. But I think it might have to do with us few who will have seen and understood how amiss and destructive is error then being willing to use our free will to chose to never have even a possibility of doing any wrong ever again.
Love you all,
Steve Corey
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