Well, it’s been six months since I last blogged a Dad’s Discipleship Tip and I thought it was time to start back up. Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me to do so, especially my lovely wife. I plan on posting about once a week. I put it italics to give me an out, just in case. Blogging is a love/hate type of thing. It reveals my depravity when I do it because I love to write about the joys and blessings of my family, but when I make a commitment to doing it on any type of schedule, my inner high schooler comes out. So we’ll see how it goes.
Today’s blog isn’t really a tip, it’s more of an experience I want to share. And just a warning, some people may not like it.
My son has seen me handle, hold and wear my pistol since he was very young. He has even seen me shoot it. I have never let him hold or even touch one of my guns and knows he is never allowed to. Every time he sees me with one I make a point to tell him the dangers of guns. They are indeed very dangerous, but men wield dangerous weapons as the leaders and protectors of their family.
We made the decision to not let Jack play with toy guns besides the standard squirt gun because we didn’t think he was old enough to understand the responsibility of it yet. It is a responsibility to even play with a toy gun because we must always remember that how our children learn to play when they are young will effect how they will live when they are old.
He is now four years old and it just so happens that I recently found something from my childhood in an old box. It’s an old toy six-shooter of mine (or my brother’s) made out of metal with a shiny silver finish. The trigger and hammer are the only moving parts on the toy and it used to have a spring inside that would allow you to pull back the hammer and pop a cap. The spring is gone now, but it is still a superior toy. They don’t make ‘em like this anymore. I decided it was time to give it to my boy.
Now it would be very easy for me to just hand that shiny revolver over to him and tell him to go have fun, but we as dads have a higher calling than that. We are commissioned with discipling our children in all areas of life. This isn’t the easiest thing to do, but I can think of few things that are a greater privilege. So there are a couple things that I want to teach him as I give him this new gift.
The first thing I want to teach is that a gun is not a toy, it’s a weapon and a tool. They were invented for a very specific task and that is to end life. A gun will take the life of beast or man in an instant because that is what it is made to do. Even though the one he now has in his hand is not real, he is to treat it like it is. That means that there are rules he must obey. He must never look down the barrel because that is a very foolish thing to do. He also must never point it at another person. He can shoot all the imaginary bears, wolves, dinosaurs and dragons that he wants and even pretend that his dog is one of those things, but he is to never point it at a person. We are not created like the animals. We are made in the image of God (Genesis 1:27) and it is a grievous and horrible thing when that image is destroyed, no matter who it is. Now I realize that the primary reason that I carry a pistol with me is because if I ever have to use it, it will most likely be against another man, but that is something I grieve and pray that I will never have to do. But Jack doesn’t need to know about any of that now.
Secondly, I want to teach him about the wonderful privilege we have by having the freedom to bear arms. Most of the world can not say this. The number one reason that I carry a concealed handgun is so that I will be able to keep my family safe, should the need arise. The number two reason that I carry is because I can.
Our founders gave us the right to keep and bear arms so that we the people would have a way to protect ourselves from a tyrannical government. They didn’t just want us to have the option of bearing arms, they encouraged it. A brief study of history will show you that before any dictator or tyrannical government came into power, the first thing they did was confiscate weapons. I’m not saying that our country is going through this, I’m just saying that I want to be ready if it does. I want my family to be ready. Society has done a good job giving people the mindset that guns are evil and men are not. I hold the opposite view. Men are evil and guns are good tools we use to restrain us from doing whatever we want. Just like Mr. Larson’s T-shirt from Happy Gilmore says, “Guns don’t kill people, I do!”
I’m not really a dip-in-my-lip redneck type of guy; I have never even been hunting. The only animals I have killed are two snakes and a raccoon that was getting my grandpa’s chickens, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love and appreciate the freedom we have to bear arms. The more we are discouraged from having guns or taught to fear them or made to just become indifferent about them, the easier it will be when someone wants to take them away.
I pray that I never have to raise a gun at another man and I pray the same for my son when he becomes a man, but I want us to have the knowledge and ability to use them well if we have to. He is being trained to be brave, to be wise, to have character. He is being trained to become a man.
You may think that all of this is a little bit too much to think about just to give a toy to a little boy, but I don’t. It’s a divine privilege that God has given me as an earthly father that I dare not, but too often, neglect. I pray that my small mind and selfish heart would be transformed more and more each day by the word of God so that I may never miss an opportunity to pass along wisdom and knowledge to my children. It’s easy to be lazy; it’s hard to be deliberate. But that is what we must be. Everyday I must think, “What can I teach my son today?” I must think it and then do it, so that he may grow up to be a better man than me; loving, serving and glorifying Christ his Savior for all the days he is given.
2 Peter 3:18












