Sunday, March 8th
I've read of a minister in Illinois that was shoot with a .45 in front of his congregation today. The article I read said that the Bible that he held in front of him stopped the first three bullets but the forth one proved fatal. The Bible turned into confetti one witness said, and the congregation thought it was part of the sermon.
Just for a moment, take a look at the last digit of your ring finger. Girls, look at the last digit of your middle finger. This is about the size of a .45 slug. It travels at about 900 foot-pounds-per-second muzzle velocity from a five inch barrel, with 414 ft-lbs of energy and 21,000 psi. For bullets, this is pretty slow. Imagine driving 25 mph. Now imagine a brick traveling at 25 mph. Now imagine getting hit with this brick. Sure, the brick wasn't going that fast, but it is still a brick.
The first three of the gunman's shots landed directly into the minister's Bible and created a flurry of pages but the fourth bullet found it's mark.
If there is a moral to this story, I can't find it. No one knew the shooter and the minister was just as dead, not to mention the two church-goers who suffered knife wounds from taking the shooter down.
I know in my heart of hearts that God makes miracles, but they don't come in .45 caliber, or any other caliber for that matter.
Doc
