A hospital waiting room is sure to conjure up the most interesting of conversations. The other day as I waited for Kyle to have his throat dilated, (did you know that was even a thing?), I listened as an old man began talking loudly about why our kids are the way they are today. Why kids are violent, disrespectful and vulgar. He was sitting next to a middle-aged couple who politely nodded while he went off about lack of responsibility and parents being too easy on their kids.
The woman listening was a teacher and had adolescent children and began to chime in agreeing with the man and his rant. He went on with a story about, “back in my day, if a child disrespected an adult their parents didn’t let it stand. It only took one or two times of misbehaving and my daddy put me straight. He sure did. Use a belt or a hand whatever it may be but I was put straight. And I did the same for my children. You know what the bible says “Spare the rod, spoil the child?” And I believe in God and what the good book says.”
Setting down my magazine, clearing my throat and leaning in I said, “Excuse me Sir? I am Christian too, and I feel that if we are trying to be Christ-like, we must be like Christ, and I can never imagine Christ striking a child because they have misbehaved. And I can tell you the couple of times I have hit my children I felt far from Christ.” I think I sort of rudely ended their conversation.
And folks, let’s be real, I do not in any way claim to be the authority or supremely good at either child rearing or religion.
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