Testimonies

Stories from pastors who carry.

The call to ministry. The weight of the carry. The moment they became a shepherd — and stayed one. Read from the men behind the pulpit.

Portrait of Pastor Micah Reeves
Grace Ridge Fellowship · Tennessee

Pastor Micah Reeves

"I got my carry permit the same year I got ordained. Some folks called it a contradiction. I called it Nehemiah 4."

I grew up in a house where faith and firearms lived on the same shelf. My father was a deacon and a hunter — the men in my church were farmers, tradesmen, veterans. Nobody thought twice about it.

Then a shooter walked into a Sunday service two counties over. Seven of the sheep didn't go home that day. That week I sat in my study and read Nehemiah — a man rebuilding the wall with a trowel in one hand and a sword at his belt. I understood.

I don't preach with a gun. I preach with a Bible. But I carry one so that if the wolf ever tries to enter this door, he'll meet a shepherd — not a bystander.

Portrait of Pastor Isaiah Booker
New Covenant Church · Detroit

Pastor Isaiah Booker

"I planted a church on a block where kids got shot walking home. Ministry here means being present — all the way."

I was a corrections officer before I was a pastor. I saw men come out of prison who had never once been told they were loved. That's what pulled me into ministry.

But the neighborhood I planted in didn't stop being dangerous the day I hung a cross on the door. My people needed a shepherd who could look them in the eye and say 'I am not going anywhere' — and mean every layer of it.

I carry because my sheep asked me to. And because the man who stands at the door on Sunday is the same man who walked the yard on Monday. I don't get to leave that behind. I use it.

Portrait of Pastor Rafael Ortiz
Iglesia La Fuente · New Mexico

Pastor Rafael Ortiz

"In my parish we say — el pastor cuida las ovejas. The shepherd guards the sheep. Every part of him."

My grandfather was a rancher and a lay minister. He'd tell me that a shepherd who runs from the wolf isn't a shepherd — he's just a man with a stick.

I never forgot that. I carry every Sunday. My congregation knows. My children know. My wife knows. Nobody is afraid of it — they're comforted by it, the way you're comforted knowing the smoke detector works.

PASTr Brand made me a hat I could wear behind the pulpit and behind the plate — and it feels like somebody finally understood the job.

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