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    What My Dad Taught Me

    Dear Friend,

    Has anyone ever kicked you in the crotch so hard that you blacked out? My dad used to do that to me almost every night, calling out Bible verses to the pace of his thumping work boots. I'd cry and bleed, and nurse my swollen testes the next day, and dread sunset. For years, I hated my father for that, but he was really teaching me a valuable lesson. To wit: the truth is the truth, no matter what.

    I think about that, every time I have to stick up for my faith in a world that tempts me with fun, and love, and flesh, and "good times", and science and logic.

    I can almost hear his hoarse voice, telling me, punctuated by kick after kick: "the TRUTH is the TRUTH no matter WHAT."

    Still your boy, dad. No matter what.

    Yours in Him,
    BAB
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    Re: What My Dad Taught Me

    Originally posted by Born Again Bob View Post
    Dear Friend,

    Has anyone ever kicked you in the crotch so hard that you blacked out? My dad used to do that to me almost every night, calling out Bible verses to the pace of his thumping work boots. I'd cry and bleed, and nurse my swollen testes the next day, and dread sunset. For years, I hated my father for that, but he was really teaching me a valuable lesson. To wit: the truth is the truth, no matter what.

    I think about that, every time I have to stick up for my faith in a world that tempts me with fun, and love, and flesh, and "good times", and science and logic.

    I can almost hear his hoarse voice, telling me, punctuated by kick after kick: "the TRUTH is the TRUTH no matter WHAT."

    Still your boy, dad. No matter what.

    Yours in Him,
    BAB
    You really are a True Christian Brother Bab and an icon in my quest for Christ's love. How could Christ not love you when you have forgiven a man who repeatedly kicked your balls up into your throat.

    Myself? I cannot proclaim the same accomplishment. Even to this day, when I pass my father's resting place, I can't help myself from pulling over, getting out of the car and pissing on his grave. Afterwards I shovel about two feet worth of mud, shit and debris over him making his grave look like the rest of the vacant lot I buried him in.

    I admire you Bab. Please pray for me.

    YIC

    Deaner

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    • #3
      Re: What My Dad Taught Me

      Brother BaB, you are a lucky person to of had a father figure in your life, one that took an active role in teaching, molding and shaping you to be a True Christian™. Your testimony brings tears to my eyes.

      My own father was not around most of my life. We had a firearms accident when I was a little child of four. I was playing with his S&W 45 and had the barrel in my mouth (so I had been told over and over and over by my mother). Apparently he snatched the gun from me and said (in a slurred manner) "All the way in, barrel tilted up, gently squeeze the trigger, do not jerk it, you do not want to miss". All I remember was a loud bang and it being bath time. I was not allowed back into his office for a long time, though I seem to recall the ceiling being repainted.

      Childhood memories, they seem to last forever.
      Isaiah 45:7 I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things.
      Amos 3:6 Shall a trumpet be blown in the city, and the people not be afraid? shall there be evil in a city, and the LORD hath not done it?
      Numbers 21:6 And the LORD sent fiery serpents among the people, and they bit the people; and much people of Israel died.
      Matthew 10:34 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.
      Matthew 10:35 For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.
      Matthew 10:36 And a man's foes shall be they of his own household.

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      • #4
        Re: What My Dad Taught Me

        I was so inspired by your post that I tried to kick Jr. In the balls last night. Jr. Sensed something was up and ran away very quickly for a child with a permanent limp. So I kicked the grounds keeper boy in the balls and read The Bible to him. He doesn't speak much English but I'm sure he knew I did it out of love.
        Leviticus 13:40 And the man whose hair is fallen off his head, he is bald; yet is he clean.

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        • #5
          Re: What My Dad Taught Me

          Originally posted by Born Again Bob View Post
          Dear Friend,

          Has anyone ever kicked you in the crotch so hard that you blacked out? My dad used to do that to me almost every night, calling out Bible verses to the pace of his thumping work boots. I'd cry and bleed, and nurse my swollen testes the next day, and dread sunset. For years, I hated my father for that, but he was really teaching me a valuable lesson. To wit: the truth is the truth, no matter what.

          I think about that, every time I have to stick up for my faith in a world that tempts me with fun, and love, and flesh, and "good times", and science and logic.

          I can almost hear his hoarse voice, telling me, punctuated by kick after kick: "the TRUTH is the TRUTH no matter WHAT."

          Still your boy, dad. No matter what.

          Yours in Him,
          BAB
          BAB, you are a true inspiration to us all, the thought of your childhood self in that much pain night after night has reminded me why it is so important for us true Christians to beat children into submission.

          Your father truly did a fantastic job, since you are here, all these years late, spreading the good word of the Lord !

          Hats off to you, good sir. And god bless.

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