Making My Peace With Guns

| 4/29/2015 9:49:00 AM

Country MoonGuns. Either you love them or you don’t. There usually isn’t any middle of the road on this subject. As for me personally, there is no love lost between me and those hard, cold pieces of metal. So be it.

To all you gun enthusiasts, don’t get me wrong, I am not condemning guns. Both sides of my family and Jim’s family are all avid hunters and sportsmen. Guns, in their own right, can be very beautiful pieces of machinery – just not in my eyes.

So, what possessed me to take a concealed carry class? Our honorary granddaughter, Rachel Plushnik, just turned 21 years old and that is all she wanted for her birthday. She asked me to come with her. I told her she had no idea what she was getting into. Reluctantly I agreed even though I had serious doubts as to whether I would even be able to pick up a gun. I could just see me being a big embarrassment to her so I told her before we went, “I’m sorry!”

Seriously, I had to do some soul-searching before we went. I think what scares me the most about guns is, not that I doubt that I am intelligent enough to learn to use one, but rather there is no room for error. One error in judgment or one careless move could be a deadly mistake. There are no second chances. On the other hand, our pastor continuously reminds us that we live in a broken world and you never know when you’ll find yourself or someone you love in harm’s way.

Not until I could answer yes to the question, “If you or someone you loved was threatened, could I shoot and would I shoot to defend?” did I wholeheartedly make up my mind to go to the class. I am glad I did because, after five hours of classroom instruction, I learned some interesting facts.

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