From a recent comment posted from Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan, intended for the two year old “The ISIS Shooting Drill” post:That being said, the stuff you’re drilling holes in can change vastly. It could be timber, brick, glass, steel, or possibly tile. D…
Our son was able to come home for the Easter weekend. Even though he was here less than 48 hours, we were thrilled that he made the long drive so that we could celebrate as a family. We were sitting around Saturday afternoon talking, mostly about guns,…
With those words, we learn that the promises of Our Lord were fulfilled. The empty tomb reminds us that death and sin have been conquered. Whenever I think about the Resurrection, I am struck by the sense of awe the women must felt at the tomb. I often…
I took the day off from work Friday, and took advantage of the cool morning air and the bright sun to do a bit of shooting. As I was loading the car I noted there was an intermittent, but strong, breeze blowing through, so I packed a metal target stand…
The ancient greyness shifted suddenly and thinned like mist upon the moors before a wind.
An old, old prophet lifted a shining face and said:
“He will be coming soon. The Son of God is dead; He died this afternoon.”
A murmurous excitement stirred all souls. They wondered if they dreamed
save one old man who seemed not even to have heard.
And Moses, standing, hushed them all to ask if any had a welcome song prepared.
If not, would David take the task?
And if they cared could not the three young children sing the Benedicite,
the canticle of praise they made when God kept them from perishing in the fiery blaze?
A breath of spring surprised them, stilling Moses’ words.
No one could speak, remembering the first fresh flowers, the little singing birds.
Still others thought of fields new ploughed or apple trees all blossom-boughed.
Or some, the way a dried bed fills with water laughing down green hills.
The fisherfolk dreamed of the foam on bright blue seas.
The one old man who had not stirred remembered home.
And there He was, splendid as the morning sun and fair as only God is fair.
And they, confused with joy, knelt to adore
Seeing that He wore five crimson stars He never had before.
No canticle at all was sung. None toned a psalm, or raised a greeting song,
A silent man alone of all that throng found tongue — not any other.
Close to His heart when the embrace was done, old Joseph said,
“How is Your Mother, How is Your Mother, Son?”
— Sister Mary Ada
[ This content originated at Musings Over a Pint ]
I escaped for another lunch-time outing at the indoor range on Tuesday. Approaching the range I noticed a number of Sheriff’s department vehicles at the end of the street. Hmm, that might not be good. Fortunately they seemed to be concentrated around t…
In the past week, three attempts at hitting the range were called off at the last minute by work or weather. Once we were literally in the car before being rerouted by downed trees. Other than a quick chronograph session, I’ve not been able to hit the …
We already know about the health benefits of beer. Now it seems we can add ice cream to our list of healthy food choices. A new study concludes that eating ice cream after waking up can make you smarter.Most parents would consider it a crime to give a …
I haven’t set foot in a gun show since 2009. This is one reason. How many gun safety violations can you see here?Watch Frontier: Surveillance footage of shooting at Wanenmacher’s Tulsa Arms Show.The accompanying story reports that former Tulsa Cou…
They have the right idea.Enjoy the weekend!
[ This content originated at Musings Over a Pint ]
