One of the most intriguing stories on the use of a gun by a Christian, comes from an autobiography on the life of Peter Cartwright, an old circuit riding preacher that lived in the early to middle 1800’s. It is a fascinating book to read.
He tells of how while riding his horse he passed a wagon train. While riding he looked down and found a neat pocket pistol, and felt it must be providence that he found it. It was a rough and dusty road that he traveled, infested with robbers and thieves in abundance.
He tells how that not long after finding the pistol, he came upon a man with a long cane and limping as if though he could not go on any farther, begging then to give him a ride lest he fail to reach the inn that night. Something told Peter that the man was feining his inability to walk and that it was not safe to trust him. As he continued on a short space, his horse took a leap forward. He turned just in time to see the man claiming to be lame, running towards him at full speed as fleet as a deer. He grasped his pistol, coked it and turned towards the man. The man then raced into the thicket where he could not pursue him further. They were told later that this sort of thing had happened to several others in that vicinity and that the individuals were robbed.
The second incident he used force was to pay a bill. After staying in a toll gate overnight, they proceeded to pay their bill. When told the amount, he reached into his pocket to get some bills to pay with. There evidently was several men of the baser sort, hanging around that knew He had a considerable amount of money on him. The owner of the establishment flatly refused his bills and demanded that he pay in silver. Peter had no silver but the owner persisted in his demands, stating that he knew they had silver to pay with. Peter decided not to leave there being robbed without leaving a mark. He threw down the money that he was being charged in the good bills he had, and quickly mounted his horse with his friend. The owner told his servant to lock the toll gate and not let them through. He spurred his horse arriving at the gate at the same time the servant did. He drew his horse whip and told the servant that if he attempted to shut the gate he would down him. The servant took flight and they passed through. The landlord evidently called for his pistols, swearing to follow him. He told him to “Come on”, but the toll gate owner has a second sober thought, and decided against it. He thus survived any ill fate yet another time.
The book is an excellent read.