Whose Weapons are These?

While cleaning the garage recently, I threw a handful of sticks out into the side yard.

My youngest son yelled in protest, “Those are my weapons!”

I tried explaining that they were only sticks, but he carefully explained how they were daggers and arrows and scimitars.

I tried a different tack. “They are not sharp enough to butcher chickens,” I reasoned.

“But they are sharp enough to kill orcs,” he said without hesitation.

I wonder if the Apostle Paul was as exasperated with the Cori...