I set up on the front porch to clean some guns. They were filthy, especially the ARs, but it was relaxing to clean the little monsters and all in a good cause. A clean gun is, after all, a happy gun, as opposed to a malfunctioning, dirty, nightmare.
I was a bit concerned about the front sight of my .45, which had pretty much lost its glow-in-the-dark spot. So I applied some glow -in-the-dark paint to it with a tooth pick; the paint's called Glow and you can buy it for a couple of dollars at Walmart, in the craft section. We'll see how it works.
As I pondered the newly restored sight, I reflected on Christ's words, "If you love me, you will keep my commandments." Notice he says "my commandments" instead of the world's, or the self's commandments.
That's counter-intuitive to us, because we've been trained to think that the world and the self are the sum and measure of all things.
They're not, no more so than the vain conceit that a dirty gun is just as good as a clean one.
God bless,
LSP
