A parable that Midwesterners will understand.

There is a guy who owns lots of guns. He loves the feel of them, the look of them, and the sense of power that owning them brings. In his spare time, he loves to read about guns, listen to podcasts about them, and talk to his friends about firearms.

His friend group consists of a few people who also enjoy guns. They all agree that they are the best form of protection and that when the world goes crazy, they will be the only ones genuinely prepared.

The entire group likes to get together once a week and spend some time targetshooting. They practice their technique, talk about what they know about guns, and discuss possible ways to get better at shooting.

They also love to talk about the superiority of the range they shoot at, the exact proper set-up they use, and the fact that they are far more serious than any other shooters in the world.

When the meeting is over, he takes his gun home and puts it in the safe. He looks at it every day and often practices conceal-carry, just in case it is needed.  

The one thing this man never does with his gun is go hunting.  

And this story is about the Bible and not guns.