I carry CCW in my church and always have. Most everyone knows my wife and I well. I taught the state mandated CCW course in this same church for almost twenty years. I was also the fire chief here for a number of years, so I am not exactly low profile.
We live in a very rural isolated area. Our congregation is small. Our demographic is old. Wonderful place to be retired in. I am the only member of our congregation with a LE background.
We sit in the rear of the sanctuary so that I can be in the best location to observe.
On only one occasion have I ever had to put into use my shepherd role, and that incident, while worthy of vigilance, did not escalate.
It happened during our annual Christmas pageant last year. As we entered the rear of the church several members were waiting for me to tell me (somewhat excitedly) that there was a person in the sanctuary, unknown to any of the congregation, who mentioned he had been considering suicide. He said he had ridden his bicycle from the closest town, 30 miles distant, to our community. This 30 miles was in winter over mountain roads.
I stood at the rear of the sanctuary where I could watch him during the pageant. He had with him a backpack, which of course I watched very closely. He kept looking around the room, and could not help but see me and the fact that I was watching him. That was fine with me as I wanted him to sense that if he tried anything I would be the one he would have to deal with, so I would be his focal point. At the conclusion of the pageant, while people were consuming refreshments, he approached me, told me of his 30 mile trip (and it was now dark), and that he needed a ride back to town. He asked if I could help in this respect. I told him I did not know of anyone present who had come all the way from town. I told him that since he had gotten himself out here, it was up to him to get himself back to town.
Given his circumstances and demeanor, there would be no way I would solicit a ride for him. I then lost sight of him.
A little later, as people were leaving, I escorted them to their cars in our unlit back overflow parking area. As we were walking out the women were thanking me for the escort as they were concerned about this individual. From the darkness came his voice: "I heard that." But he was not visible. So we knew he was still around.
We remained until the church elder had locked the building and departed, then we too left and went home.
The next day we checked the area, and there was no indication he had camped in the area, nor was there a bicycle.
Several days later the local newspaper arrived in the mail. In the sheriff's log there was an entry about this individual. Failing to score a ride, and it being very cold, he had called the sheriff's department to get a ride back to town. The dispatcher initially denied this request. So then the individual advised there were active warrants for his arrest. The dispatcher confirmed there were two felony (not stated what crimes) warrants for his arrest. He did get a ride - to the county jail.
The following Sunday, those members who were aware of what had been taking place were most appreciative.
One of the favorable elements is that most people were unaware of any of this as I was able to keep it low key.
I had had no reservations about not using Christmas spirit to get this young man a ride, given my suspicions. The existence of the warrants just confirmed that.
Nothing had happened. Although the individual had spotted me, and knew I was watching him, I never had to assert myself at all. It ended well.
Sometimes a shepherd has only to watch.
I am a believer in churches having shepherds. So is our congregation.