I wear my kilt to church every Sunday and spend most of my time in a classroom teaching first and second scholars about the Worlds religions. I have never been without the sgian dubh. It lives in my hose. The edge is functional, it cuts open cardboard boxes, it slits open envelopes, makes short work of string, and slices up the apples we share. Whether the sgian dubh has a history of having been a weapon or not, it is perceived here as part of the tradition of high hose, garter ties, sporran, kilt pin, or cap badge. All of the gents who wear the kilt to church wear the sgain dubh. In this I am not alone as generally there are at least ten kilted men in service.