We're on the brink of war Brother! Evil is getting worse all around us and it's not hard to see.
Besides, it was in those days that I was robbed (1980's) that I began getting into guns as a hobby. I noticed how cheap guns were back then and went whoa these are going go way up over time. So I bought and practiced and bought and practiced and I knew in the back of the mind that the world will go nuts one day and people will fight. I wanted to be ahead of the game. So I carried constantly and practiced every weekend.
Then I got married. Our first date was going and shooting 22 rifles! (I already had plans so I just took her along!) and after we got married, every time I got a new holster I'd wear it around the house with my gun unloaded, and practice drawing down on different things. The TV! Swooosh I draw my gun and aquire a firing stance sighted in on the TV. Drove my wife nuts! Once aint bad, twice is funny, 200 times an day made her go (TILT) like a pinball machine, lol! But I had to break in the new holster and build muscle memory into my draw so it would always be smooth with no wasted motion. She got over it. I taught her how to shoot too. Bought her a pistol. But I got used to carrying it around all the time and thinking back...I don't think I've not carried a pistol even one day for about the last 38 to 40 years. So of course I carry around the house. I live alone now!
There was three thick looking punk teenagers walking on the other side of the street across from my house. I was watching them on camera and they stopped and were talking I guess. But the one of them walks across the road and up onto my porch, and I'm watching him live time. He didn't knock, he peered through the front window and then went and tried the door, which was locked. Then he went back across the road and the three of them walked away.
So I were to have a home invasion of three thick thugs, I wouldn't want a pistol, I'd want a rifle. I'll carry my pistol downstairs to get a cup of coffee because I dont have to carry a rifle around yet. A pistol is to fight your way back to your rifle that you shouldn't have laid down in the first place. True!
We're just in the last moments of peace time when the bullets start flying so it don't seen like it to most folks. Get a camera system brother! If you see people trying your door, you'll be glad you carry around the house!
My place is never locked. In fact I don't even remember where I keep the keys.
I did a martial art for decades working out regularly but as I got thinking of the Gospel, I wondered if Jesus would have used violence to defend himself? I could see a few of his mates carried a 'sword ' or maybe it was a modified utility knife. (the Romans would have prohibited weapons no doubt.)
In any case, I thought, what would I achieve by punishing another's flesh? It would be a short lived gain because the resentment built up in the other would only fester, a bit like what happens in any conflict.
I decided no. How could I beat someone up and then share the good news they are loved by God? It's just not congruent.
Then I thought of Jesus submitting himself to his Father even while he didn't want to suffer and had the ability to stop his attackers.
Today I wonder about muscle memory (like an instinctive response) and I consciously remind myself that my protector is my Saviour and if my goods get taken so be it (as unwanted as that is) or my person gets violated, I will trust him even with my life.....and if I die, it will be gain because the next I will be conscious of is being resurrected with an imperishable body at Jesus second coming.
I think of these things and there is peace inside. I see the various ones in the community with their dysfunctions and my heart goes out to them as if they were my own children....and at times tears well up in compassion.
I also wonder what brought that change about from being young and full of readiness and enthusiasm to keep practicing fighting skills and beat up to choosing not to.
I have become aware that as I let go of my instinctive desire to protect myself by my own efforts, an insight into HOW much I am loved opens up. Fear dissipates and is replace by compassion. I realise the strength required to submit is exponentially greater than that of lashing out.