“There are three types of people in this world: sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs.
Some people prefer to believe that evil doesn’t exist in the world, and if it ever darkened their doorstep, they wouldn’t know how to protect themselves. Those are the sheep.
Then you’ve got predators, who use violence to prey on the weak. They’re the wolves.
And then there are those blessed with the gift of aggression, an overpowering need to protect the flock. These men are the rare breed who live to confront the wolf. They are the sheepdog.”
-quote from Chris Kyle’s father in the movie, American Sniper
Oh gracious we have come a long way! From the pilgrims that died of starvation and sickness while seeking religious freedom to the PC police that call out every single damn little word that hurt their tender little feelings. (As a little side note, these wolves sometimes disguise themselves as “Christians.”)
And I have this baby, this girl that has been running ahead of me since she was born. A tough little cookie that is growing up a Noah in this world of sheep and wolves and where does she fit?
Well, if I may, this woman I am is a natural sheep. I like to graze in my little pasture and lay in the sun and drink from the clear flowing creek and not worry about what is beyond the fence and get along with all the other sheep.
But then something happened. She is blonde and loves every single animal (even the ugly scary ones) and reads every single written word put before her.
And I took one look at her and fell so deeply in love and then I stared that big bad wolf in the eyes and said, “Ohhhhh HELL NO!”
And while I do not always write to one particular group, I realize that I am writing to parents here, and educators, and leaders, and those that care to voice their opinions to influence others. We have two jobs in this life as mom and dad and those caring for children: protect and prepare.
Protect. I have been accused, the finger is pointed and they think they are laying the final blow, “Your daughter is in a bubble.” My response? “Hell yeah!”
Do you know what this world is like?! In big ways, my daughter is protected that she has no clue what it means to be hungry. My daughter is among the few children that still lives with her mom and dad. She does not know what it means to wonder where we will sleep at night or how are we going to pay for medicine or any of the other luxuries that so many of us in our protected culture take for granted every single day!
But do not think for one second that while I am protecting her, that I am not preparing her! While we are laying the Biblical foundation at home, we are preparing her faith to be attacked. While we are strengthening her confidence, we challenge her to stand up for the weak.
Lord Jesus, I am overwhelmed! I am just a little sheep! But you are not only a sheepdog, YOU ARE THE SHEPHERD! You love your sheep! You are not afraid of the wolves. And you have sent your sheepdogs into this world to protect.
So, while I bring my little sheepdog every day to the Shepherd for lessons and while I know that my power and protection come from the Shepherd, when I am just a sheep hanging out with my sheep friends in this world of PC sheep that do not even believe that wolves exist, I have been pushed to the limit where I do not have the luxury to be silent anymore. I am stepping out where I know I am going to get shoved back and I know not everyone agrees with me. (AND THAT’S OK! I am perfectly content to agree to disagree!)
But when civilians are being massacred in GUN FREE ZONES, it is ignorance to claim that we need more gun control! When ISIS is thinking up new cruel ways to murder Christian children, we can no longer tolerate leaders that will not identify radical Islam as our enemy because they are afraid of hurting feelings! We have moved past that!
And I will close my, what I hope is seen as a thoughtful opinion backed up with facts and not a rant, with something I believe so firmly in that has been lost in our modern comforts: The Second Ammendment.
“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”
So, while everyone likes to talk about “my rights,” what really is my right? Well, one of them is to carry a gun. Go ahead. Label me.