It just seems like every day I had to stand before the third-grade teacher’s desk and get whacked on the hand by her rulers. When she wasn’t pulling me by the ears, she was whacking me on the hand. God bless her, she was only doing what should have been done at home. The brat was inexperienced when it came to discipline. She’s gone now and I’m sorry I never got to tell her that I’m thankful her concern was to keep me in line. It made me a better person.
For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.
Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but he who hates reproof is stupid.
I still get whacked once in a while, but not by a ruler. Give it some thought.
Gary