If you don't clean your guns they break and don't shoot right, like the long-lost Anglican Communion itself. That's why I took some time out this morning to put a couple of firearms to rights. I won't lie, they were filthy little beasts.
As I cleaned the miserable offenders my mind strayed to the virtue of humility, something that's in short supply in the world but mandated by the Gospel."If any man desire to be first, the same shall be last of all, and servant of all," says Christ to the disciples and to us. So we've got to get humble, but how?
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| Eat Humbly at the Compound |
Aquinas, commenting on the Rule of St. Benedict, says this:
The first degree of humility, then, is that a person keep the fear of God before his eyes and beware of ever forgetting it. Let him be ever mindful of all that God has commanded; let his thoughts constantly recur to the hell-fire which will burn for their sins those who despise God, and to the life everlasting which is prepared for those who fear him. […] Let a man consider that God is always looking at him from heaven, that his actions are everywhere visible to the divine eyes and are constantly being reported to God by the Angels.
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| There is no Fear of God Before Their Eyes |
The fear of God is fast disappearing from the West, will it be replaced by the satanic tyranny of pride?
Cheers,
LSP
6 comments:
The Imams in Iran don't appear to be cloaked in humility - but then again neither does the Archbishop himself.
I nuked a frozen burrito for breakfast. I don't know whether or not that reflects humility? Maybe desperation because it was the only thing in the house.
I'm rather partial to the humble burrito.
I'm not sure how much difference there is between being humble and being frugal or po'. Today my breakfast was a couple of microwaved sausage Kolaches, then break and "lunch" at work consisted of slightly out-of-date cookies. Tonight I grabbed a big hamburger steak from a local burger joint, that caught up my caloric needs. I had my frozen burritos yesterday, kinda an early supper before mowing the yard, which seemed to get burned up then, leaving me with little reserves at work this morning.
I did some field stripping on my SKS the other day, trying to contribute data for an online survey of owners, searching in nooks and crannies for various marks. It seems to be my default go-to carbine, if something were to happen. (Even found a morale patch that sums it up: "In case of emergency, grab SKS, go inna woods." You might prefer an alternate one: "In case of emergency, grab carbine, go kill it.")
Is that Smith & Wesson M & P I see before me? I shoot both the 9MM and .45 ACP versions.
I find that cleaning my weapons always leaves me humbled. There is something about getting grimy that helps.
You seem to like the Eastern guns, Mattexian. I wouldn't mind a few myself!
It's just a Glock, Dave, but I like the S&W M&P, maybe I should get one...
Good humility point.
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