If I myself set the standards for what it would get me into heaven, you’re darn right I’m going to set standards that I am capable of passing. I’d say something like “Don’t use Microsoft Windows, drink light beer or go to an American League game (because the DH sucks) and lo, yours is the kingdom of Heaven.”
By the same token, if I set the standards for when I feel I’m good enough to defend myself with a firearm, chances are, I’m going to set the standards at a point I know I’m capable of reaching. I can hit paper at 25 yards? Dude, I am SO ready!
The problem is, most firearms owners today feel they are capable of defending themselves with their gun, but they have no desire to expose themselves to a revival service (also called a basic pistol class or a match) and have a “come to Jesus” moment on how bad they really are and how woefully unprepared they are to put rounds on-target under stress. The only thing that saves most of them, I think, is that the crooks are even less-prepared to deal with a gunfight, and tend to run away when things go bad for them.
This is not true of an active shooter. Dealing with an active shooter, someone who will not give up until you and a bunch of other people are dead, is taking things to a new level. Flight 93 showed us that even the most determined of attackers can be stopped, but only at a high, high cost to ourselves.
Not sure if I’m ready. And I know I don’t want to find out if I am.