They Shoot Skeet, Don’t They?
This blog was first posted to the Brazil Times
website on March 23, 2009 and is hereby dedicated to my daughter-in-the-Faith, Shotgun Rachel Jones!
Over the years it has seemed
as if the Lord has led (dragged?) me down a peculiar path, exposing me to just
about every type of Christian practice, belief system, and tradition. Growing up in a conservative Protestant home,
I attended Catechism class with my friends at Nativity Catholic Church. I have been called upon to participate in
very formal “high church” worship, and was once part of a Black-Pentecostal
group.
Something of the same could
be said of church “socials” and other events put on by various church groups working
from various motivations. Overall, I
thought I had seen it all.
Then, the Men’s Ministry of
Christ Community Church announced a “Skeet Shoot.” This was new.
This I had to see.
My experience with “weapons”
is just shy of virginal (can you say that in a blog?). My father, who would never allow a gun in the
house, had three hard-and-fast rules about guns: First, Guns are always dangerous all the
time. Second, all guns are ALWAYS
loaded. Third, Guns are always dangerous
all the time. The only time I ever
actually fired a rifle was in 1962 in the Air Force. They gave us some instruction and then
marched us out to the firing range.
There we lay down next to this thing (was it an M-1?) and we shot at a
target about 10 miles down range. I
don’t know whether I hit anything, that didn’t seem to be the point. All we had to do was be sure we shot off all
the “rounds” they’d put in the gun for us. [Why do you suppose they call
bullets “rounds”?]
So I went Saturday to the
Men’s Ministry Skeet Shoot. They started
things off, as men do, by eating. Then there was a required orientation (pretty
sure it was more helpful than the Air Force’s instruction). Then most of the men, a few sons and at least
one daughter went out to the back 30 acres to shoot at some poor, defenseless
thing called “Skeet”. Everybody got
fifteen tries - some of the marksmen even hit something. For twelve years I’ve believed God has some
use in mind for those 30 acres of land behind Christ Community. Skeet Shoots may be what He had in mind, it
was not in mine.
I am sure those who went to
this church event for the sole purpose of firing a shotgun enjoyed
themselves. But, that was not at all
what the event was about. It was really
about Christian men getting together to do something we could all enjoy, laugh
about, and remember fondly -- this in
the company of men who had neither to endure “locker-room talk” nor felt
necessity to be “macho”. All could just
be men who loved their Lord and therefore each other. A good time was, therefore, had by all.
I didn’t do any
shooting. Not what I went for, anyhow
(I’d heard there’d be free food). And,
it’s not that I didn’t shoot any “firearms” just because “Guns are always
dangerous all the time.” No, I simply
couldn’t bring myself to see harm come to those poor defenseless Skeet things
(whatever they are).
David L. Lewis is
an observer of and sometimes commentator on life who may be reached via e-mail
at thedaddy1776com.
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