“Walking in His Shadow” by J. P. Howard

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This story is taken from the book “Walking In HIS Shadow” by J.P. Howard

THE POOR MAN’S RIDE

Back in the days following World War Two, and during the Korean War, hitchhiking was a common way for many members of the armed forces to go from one location to another. The public just seemed to rally to the cause to help by giving them a ride.

There were two such close encounters I experienced that, looking back, were close calls. One was a trip from my military duties in Washington, D.C. to Savannah. It was a Friday and the work day was over at 5:00 as I changed into my “Navy White” uniform and made my way out to the highway and extended my right hand with my thumb-up seeking a ride. A man and his wife picked me up as I told them I was headed for Savannah, Georgia. They told me they would take me as far as North Carolina. That would be a good start, I thought, because it is rare that someone would be going to the same location I was headed. Without questioning where they would drop me off I happily jumped at the opportunity of this ride. The day was getting dark as I entered their car. Darkness soon set in as we progressed and the conversation was a mixture of small talk about family. I did not watch the route this driver was taking, but while going through one on the many small towns along the way, he turned off the main highway and was traveling on a road I was not familiar with. He pulled over at a filling station and said they were going to turn off another road going west and it would be best if I got out here so I could obtain another ride on down to Savannah.

“Where in the world am I” as I mumbled to myself. As I turned to go in the gas station I realized it was closed for the night. Across the road, sitting about twenty yards back from the road was a concrete block “Night Club” with flashing blue neon lights advertising beer. Apparently this dive was a ‘drink and fight’ hang-out bar for local toughs and “Red Necks”.

I stood there, dressed in my Navy Whites uniform with my little ‘ditty-bag’, waiting anxiously for some traffic to come by. This dark and lonely night was starting to worry me as five minutes grew into twenty minutes – and still no cars were in sight. It was at this time I experienced some fear creep into my heart and I uttered a silent prayer for God’s protection of me. At that time two men came out of the bar across the street and lit a cigarette and talked to each other. One looked across the road and said something to the other while pointing at me. They stared at me for a few minutes and then went back into the bar. Then they came back out with several other guys and the group started walking towards me. For the first time fear encompassed me and I knew I was in trouble and needed help to get out of this situation. At that time a car seemed to come out of nowhere and pulled up next to me. This was the first car I had seen in quite some time and it was headed in the direction I wanted to go. Inside the car were two young black men with two girls, all complete strangers. The driver said, “Sailor you better get your ass out of here! If you would like a ride you better get in quick – those dudes are bad!” The choice was made instantly as I jumped into their car and we sped off into the darkness of the night not knowing where I was, who I was with, or where I was going or even if this would be a worse choice that facing that gang. My mind was rushing from one scenario to another and I ask myself, “was I picked up by four Angels or was I getting into a situation much worse that an encounter with a bunch of drunken “Red Necks” who probably could have beaten me to death?

As it turned out God was with me all along and sent me these four “Angels” to protect and comfort me. After explaining where I was headed they offered to take me to a little town on a major highway about 40 miles away where plenty of traffic flowed towards Savannah. They would accept no money for their driving me to this location. It was at that time I felt the true presence of God’s answer to prayer as I gave them many thanks for their good deed. I quickly obtained another ride on down to Savannah and prayed and gave thanks along the way for the richness of God’s love, blessings and His saving grace. I learned a good lesson from this experience and that is that God’s Angels come in all colors, genders and ages.

A similar incident occurred sometime later when I was seeking a ride from my Navy Base in Maryland and headed for Savannah. This time I was offered a ride down to South Carolina by a very nice young couple. As the shadows of the day faded away into the darkness of the night they took a detour off the main highway without my knowledge and let me out in a small town. It was getting late and everything in this small, stop-in-the-road, towns seem to close down with the setting of the Sun. Without the city lights these little towns become extremely dark and very lonely, especially if you feel lost and are depending on some strange car to stop and give you a ride. That feeling is somewhat frightening.

As I stood there in the silence of this lonely dark night I heard the sound of a motorcycle with a “gutted” muffler coming my way. As the driver of the motorcycle saw me he slowed down very slow and stared at me and then gunned his engine as he drove on down the road. A few minutes later I hear the sound of this motorcycle coming back and he slowed to a stop across the road from where I was standing, but left his loud, non-muffled motorcycle running. He said, while still sitting on his bike, in a demanding and threatening way, “Sailor if your not gone when I come back I’m ‘goanna kick your ass”. At that time a second story window opened over a small grocery store, which was closed for the day. The store was next to where the bike was parked, when a gruff old man yelled out to the driver of this motorcycle, “Bubber, leave that boy alone and ‘git your self on home, ‘ya hear?”. At that command the man gunned his motorcycle and sped off into the darkness. Several minutes later this old man came out of his home which was located above his store. He was still putting on his shirt and said to me, “Son, my wife was worried to death about you and has ordered me to give you a ride over to Highway 17 so you can find yourself a ride to wherever you going, so ‘get in the car’. He grumbled for the next thirty minutes as he drove me over to Hwy 17 where I caught a ride on down to Savannah.

An Angel had appeared again, this time in the form of a little old lady awoken from her sleep by the loud noise of a motorcycle, and an old man who was just obeying his wife’s orders. Was this brought on by his wife’s orders or, as some would say, just a coincident? God’s answer to prayers is certainly the only answer, because I do not believe in coincidences. God, in His holy love for us, has a way of making His presence known in every situation we face on our journey through life as He delivers us from danger and harm. He certainly did for me as described in these stories.

Though I doubt I will ever see any of these Angels again in this lifetime, I will forever be thankful for God’s steadfast love, mercy and shelter, and grateful for the friendship offered by these strangers, acting as God’s angels.

“How precious is your steadfast love, O God! All people may take refuge in the shadow of your wings”. Psalm 36:7

Gun Control

AN ANSWER TO GUN CONTROL ADVOCATES
Joe H. Wilkins, Jr.
Copyright © 2013
I have always been an advocate for US citizens to own and use firearms in a responsible manner. As a boy my father and I spent many hours hunting in the Florida scrubland, hunting for deer, turkeys, doves, and squirrels. To kill the game and bring it home for my mother to cook for us was an exciting time for a young boy. It gave me some measure of purpose in my young life, and I will never forget the good times with my father afield, stalking the game of our choice.

As I matured, and my life changed, the hunting in my life ceased; there were other things to pursue. However, I have never lost the positive feelings I had toward hunting and the proper use of firearms. The lessons I learned with hunting and target practice have served me well over the years: 1) discipline required in stalking elusive game 2) development of precise hand-eye coordination needed to kill a squirrel high in a tree with a single shot .22 rifle 3) the need to be extremely alert tromping through rattlesnake-infested scrubland 4) how to be silent when the occasion demanded 5) how to process youthful, ambivalent feelings of life and death, as we skinned and gutted the game to be eaten later 6) how to respect all wildlife and to kill only game that would be eaten later 7) and how to have the proper relationship and attitudes toward guns.

When I joined the military after high school, out of sixty men in my unit, I was second in marksmanship. Handling that .30 cal. M-1 carbine came very naturally to me, with the targets extremely easy to hit. I felt very good and well prepared for combat should the need ever arise—which, thankfully, never happened.

These thoughts stirred in me after talking to a good friend, regarding those people in our country who want to outlaw and/or restrict the use of firearms in America. At first glance it is easy to see why many people without proper experience with firearms, or who have had negative experiences, would support banning firearms. These people may have been emotionally traumatized by violent movies and TV programs, or taught to fear them by family and friends, or taken their anti-gun positions from the philosophies of those people who have concluded that to stop the misuse of firearms we need to ban them altogether. This later position is the “throw-the-baby-out-with-the-bathwater” approach.
The problem with all these ideas is that they are targeted only to the “good” firearm people and don’t apply to those who would use them to murder or rob.

Let’s consider another anti-gun position, which I think is based on faulty reasoning. The basic problem with guns is that some people feloniously misuse them to commit various crimes. Then, law-abiding citizens become alarmed and disturbed by these people’s actions. We see them committing crimes with guns, so some traumatized citizens think that outlawing these weapons will solve the problem. But the weapons are neutral, in that is there is no more negative morality in a pistol than there is in a kitchen knife, a speeding automobile, a bottle of rat poison, an axe—or any other instrument that can be used to kill someone. The problem is wholly within the person that misuses these things! But we are not sure how to deal with and prevent criminals from misusing these instruments, so a misguided solution is to try to ban them, ignoring the other things that can be used to commit crimes.

I am a retired counselor, and for thirty years I dealt with murderers, child molesters, wife beaters, vehicular homicide offenders and other criminals, and I have learned that we cannot stop these people from committing their offenses by taking away their “tools.” They simply find another way to exact their violence upon us. So, instead of taking away their guns, we need to learn to control whatever it is in their psyches that impels them to maim, shoot, and destroy those people and things that the larger society values and wants to preserve. Basically the alternative to gun control is proper child rearing and rehabilitation of gun abusers. But we’re not very good at this. Meanwhile, we need to be able to protect ourselves.

Another aspect to consider is the reality that guns are now easily available “under the table” or on the black market, and always will be. Trying to keep weapons out of these marketers is folly. If we passed laws banning the use of and manufacture of all guns in the US, the manufacturing of them would simply go overseas to some other enterprising capitalists, and those in America who wanted guns would still find a way to get them. Banning a thing does not preclude its use. I offer Prohibition and our current illegal drug problems as evidence.

So we can see that there is no 100 percent solution by trying to create a society whereby we restrict or ban guns to the extent that we could reduce crimes to the level that the gun control people would wish. It is tragic that many people are killed by guns in our country, but many more are killed by traffic accidents and no one is proposing the banning of automobiles. We tend to focus on the violence that is on the pervasive news media, that which stirs our visceral, fearful feelings, and neglects other sorts of death and violence, which are often worse.

As an example, when the first Iraq war broke out a high Army official friend of mine came up to me in church, after the war had been raging for about a year and said, “You know Joe, I guess we ought to be thankful for this war as far as our troops are concerned.”
I looked at him as if he were crazy and asked how he could make such a statement.
He replied, “Well Joe, we’ve run some extensive statistical analyses and have found that less men are being killed in combat, and Iraq in general, than in comparable periods of peacetime when these soldiers are stationed in the US, doing their normal peacetime soldiering!”

He said that the facts about this were incontrovertible, and we finally concluded that the explanation had to be that while in the US, military personnel were getting killed in large numbers in auto accidents, home accidents, drunken brawls, from alcohol and drug abuse, murders, and assorted other “normal” ways we die in peacetime. An explanation that I hypothesized was that soldiers in combat were hyper alert to dangers to their lives, while here at home their guards were down and they were susceptible to accidents.

Recently an article in the Wall Street Journal noted that there were over three thousand auto-deer collisions per day in the US. This is over a million per year. How many deaths per year this involves was not stated, but the number has to be substantial. I have personal knowledge of friends being killed in this type of accident.

Let me conclude with what I believe is the ultimate argument for allowing responsible people to carry handguns and keeping whatever type of firearms they might wish in their homes. My aforementioned friend suggested this scenario. Suppose you are an ardent anti-gun citizen and a home invader enters your home and kills you and your family, which you might have been able to prevent had you owned a gun. Next, suppose some angel of mercy in the next life offers you an alternative, restoring your life and allowing you to go back to the moment just before you and your family are killed—only this time the angel will put a gun in your hand to defend yourself! Are you going to turn the gun down? I don’t think so.

A theological aspect to this whole issue is that believers of an afterlife might be inclined to go ahead and be murdered and go to heaven, which will be a better place anyway. And these people paradoxically tend to be the more fundamentally religious people—as evidenced by the Radical Muslims, who believe they will be rewarded by Allah for killing themselves and others by guns or other weapons. I have had very fundamentalist Christians somewhat of this mindset as clients, who are unafraid of death, because they believe they will go to a better world, especially if they rid the world of some undesirable people who do not follow God’s will.

But anti-gun atheists and agnostics are the hardest to understand. A pure atheist believes that there is no afterlife—that this life is it; once they are dead they no longer exist in this world or the imagined next one. But many of these folks are staunch advocates of strict gun control or abolishing them altogether. So one would think that they would be strongly in favor of anything that would protect them from dying, such as handguns for protection, because if someone kills them that is it! No more “them”—anywhere. There can be many psychological explanations for holding such attitudes, one of which is they just react against guns out of fear and have become non-thinkers in this regard. It’s possible they believe that a more perfect world can be created by by governments controlling the guns, and since they have no traditional religious beliefs, government is their “religion,” and they have no other recourse than to put their hopes and dreams of a more perfect world into government.

In summary there are many reasons people are against guns in general, and they conveniently ignore the 2nd Amendment of the US Constitution. But this country was liberated from Great Britain by citizen soldiers using their own weapons in most cases, and if they did not have weapons with which to fight, liberation would have been impossible.
So, let’s not go off half-cocked about gun control.

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