Last week I went to a party where guests were encouraged to bring their kids (the hosts have three sons and a house full of toys). I was enthralled by one little girl who clutched a toy automatic pistol, clicking it constantly. When I told her father that this meant she might grow up to be a Republican, he glared daggers at me. A boy about the same age picked up a dinosaur toy, leveled it at anyone listening, while shouting “Bang! Bang!” His mother assured me that “there are no war toys in our house”.
Strange how kids often prove smarter than politicians.
I know we have to use guns to protect our homes and to provide some dinner, but I also look forward to the day when the King of Kings rules with an iron fist and we’ll be safe enough to have them melted into gardening tools. Until then, until He says it’s safe, we can never give up our guns.