Packing Heat and Trusting Providence: Why I Own a Handgun
It's not every Christmas morning you wake up with a Bersa .380 in your Christmas stocking.
The story started on an isolated stretch of road, escalated into flagging down a police car, and resolved with more calls to the police and their surprise visit at the home of a very dirty old man. The handgun was the epilogue.
But this post isn't about guns as much as it is about how Christian women should think and act in matters of self-defense given the realities of today. For the record, I'm for gun control, but that term includes greatly divergent types of control that are not the purpose of this post to address.
I run 35 to 40 miles a week. Living as I do in a rural area, those miles are on roads of varying degrees of inhabitation. I live in a low crime area—but all the more reason to resist the lull of a false sense of security, especially when being a woman alone is enough to make one vulnerable, always. So I spend a fair amount of time during those miles being ...1