“But it’s the gospel gun that I would be shooting.”
I’m all for the Gospel. But when some crack addled Morlock is swinging a tire iron at your head I doubt he’ll stop to discuss the finer points of Mark or Luke with you.
Trust in the Lord, but keep your powder dry.
L
Well, I’ve found literal angelic protection, which is what guys like you, with all due respect, might be giving short shrift. You might be worrying too much about that aspect of it all.
Read the accounts where a crowd goes to stone Jesus and He just walks nonchalantly through it and departs.
And also read about the deliverance miracles to Peter. Who once thought he would have to chop his way out of a bad situation with a sword, and dropped that idea after the Resurrection.
I don’t snub my Father that way.
There was a situation, I even shared it long long ago on FR, where a van hit the back of my motorcycle. It ought to, by the laws of physics, have knocked that bike out from under me, catching me on its hood, and my helmet would have bashed into the windshield. Hard enough, and it would have gone through the glass which, due to its lamination, would not have fallen out of the way but stayed there to decapitate me.
This didn’t happen, or else I am now living a dream. I hung onto said bike till the van, with bike impaled in its radiator, came to a stop. Then I tumbled off... in the FORWARD direction.
Tell me that angels didn’t strengthen my grip when it was needed. Tell me that. I will laugh to your face.
But anyhow... I understand how that’s hard to believe. It was hard for Peter to believe too. That’s why Jesus did allow Peter a go at it.
As for me... I went on for years after that to keep on playing keyboards in church. And was complimented on how I could “play it through my fingers.” And went on from there to other venues where I did similar things, until I was really hammering it out in Omaha.
And in the process my wrists grew a couple of sizes. I can hardly even wear one of those “biker wrist bands” any more, the ones with the double prongs and double-holed straps. And I’ve stopped trying. As I can’t seen to find anyone who will make a larger version for me. The tip of the strap keeps coming out of the strap keeper. Since I wore one to be cool when in high school, I know how it used to be. I’ve got HEAVY, STRONG forearms and hands now. And that’s just from “Sunday driving.”
Nope. God’s giving me what I need. I’m not going out there worried about “crack addled Morlocks.”
And Peter wasn’t Jesus either... but look what happened with him. Are you deef??? Or chicken, which is why you said you’re parting (so you might not see this, but others WILL).
And what’s more did you catch it when He said His followers would do MIGHTIER ACTS than those He showed?
Maybe a little holy FEAR is due, bub?