Well, this is an interesting article (
https://bibleresources.org/hunting/) you can read. I guess the key part is this: “God looks on the heart and motives of men when it comes to how we treat His creatures and we shall be judged for it.”
This author, as are many here, is confusing forage hunting with sport hunting. It probably never occurred to her, as it apparently never occurred to many responding here, that there is a difference. She began with a verse that has nothing to do with any kind of hunting at all, or any kind of animal husbandry for that matter.
Peter's vision is completely irrelevant to the subject of hunting. It's about your baptism, and whether or not the Gospel is for you.
But here's the thing. I can Google. I don't need you to Google for me. So if you're going to Google, at least do a good job of it and offer something meritorious.
I don’t feel a guilty conscience when fishing or duck hunting. I would, however, feel a guilt for engaging in canned hunts or trophy hunting.
I can only speak for the bull fighting from my perspective. As I said before, I wouldn’t do it (not that I’d ever be brave enough to), nor would I buy tickets to attend such an event, but that’s my conscience. Others have a conscience that won’t allow them to hook fish for fun, or shoot ducks for even food. I guess that activity is between them and God.
Yeah, you've said all this before.
By the way, you’ve discounted the cultural component of all of this, but it can’t be completely discounted.
No, I don't discount the cultural component of any of it. I judge it, and I judge it by reasoning from the foundation of the Scriptures.
For example, I’m 99% sure you’re a city slicker/suburban boy.
LOL. Wrong as usual. I was raised in rural Missouri. Plowed fields, raised crops, tended livestock: cattle, goats, poultry.
I've shot more than one errant opossum and raccoon, feral cat and stray dog for getting too close to the chicken house. One opossum had six pups in her pouch no bigger than field mice that I drowned in bucket.
I've hunted small game, and dressed them, but I found I have no taste for rabbit or squirrel, and therefore quit.
I've never gone deer hunting, though. Never had the desire or need to. I've had venison, but prefer beef and pork...and frankly, it isn't the hunger for venison or the altruistic motivation for conservation that drives hunters into the woods every fall.
For the vast majority, it's the desire to make a kill, and you're working very hard to avoid that fact.
Your views in rural areas of America (particularly in the South and West) would get you mocked and laughed at, and probably viewed as a tinker bell, but that’s not really your fault because we’re all products of our environments.
You're copping out. We are not the products of our environment, we're the products of our education. And we have the unique ability to educate ourselves, and receive the instruction of wisdom, justice, and
judgment. One doesn't have to be immersed in a culture to judge its observances. I don't have to live in Rio to make a judgment about the drunkenness, gluttony and promiscuity during Carnival,
And neither do I have to live in Spain or Mexico to make a judgment about the cruelty inflicted just so someone can look good doing it.
That doesn't impress me, no matter the musculature of the miss.