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Cap Gun Caper

We’ll never know why David Stinnett brought his cap gun to church in 4thcap pistol grade. Our angelic boys choir fidgeted and played pencil games on the front row. I was sitting next to David. He was playing with a cap gun. We told him to stop.

He didn’t.

The sudden “pop” shattered the silence and filled the sanctuary. A small tuft of smoke floated ominously above David’s head. My mom thought I did it. David sat death-like, immovable. We all did. Rev. Crandall shot us a glance. I heard some gasps. After a brief fear-filled pause that seemed to last an hour, he spoke. His words haunt me still. “Let that be a lesson to you,” he admonished with clenched jaw.

This post is free of spiritual wisdom, Biblical principles or God’s Truth. If there’s a lesson to be learned here it’s probably: don’t let your kids or grandchildren take a cap gun to church. Back then it was a stupid prank. Today it might be considered a terrorist act. Either way, cap guns don’t belong in church.

4 thoughts on “Cap Gun Caper

    1. I remember this like it happened yesterday. Not only Mom but Betty Hoxie and several other fine Christian ladies thought it had to be me.


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