My Gun Control Policy

My Gun Control Policy

“What are you looking at?”

My heart jumped and my chest began to pound. I thought Emily had gone to sleep. I had slipped out of the bedroom as quietly as possible. There in the corner, my face lit by the glow of the computer screen, I was checking her out – a slender black beauty.

“It’s nothing, really.” I replied, using my body to cover the screen.

“Are you looking at guns?” Emily asked, peering over my shoulder.

I was caught. “…Yes.” I admitted sheepishly. “It’s a Glock 19. A 9mm. I’m just looking I promise.”

Emily caught me checking out guns on several other occasions. We had discussions about it. Finally, after getting Emily’s approval, I resolved that I would purchase one.

I was only hours away from going to the store to pick that sucker up when I did something ridiculously religious. I stopped and prayed about it.

When I prayed I felt God was saying that I should not purchase a gun.

I can already hear the angry people. Calm down. I’m just telling my personal story. I’m not saying that anyone who owns a gun isn’t spiritual or godly. I’m glad for good people with guns who stop bad people with guns. All I’m saying is – for whatever reason – I felt very clearly like God did not want me owning one. So I didn’t buy one.

I’ve been tempted over and over to go back on my decision. I often worry about Emily being alone. I think maybe I should buy one for her. But for some reason God has said “Others can, you may not.” So, I’ve decided to obey.

End of story. Take from it what you want.

Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God. –Psalm 20:7

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”… You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor the destruction that wastes at noonday. –Psalm 91