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Originally Posted by Sister Mary Maria
When I misbehave or don't learn my Bible lessons well enough, it's the duty of my husband, Mr. Whitford, to discipline me, and I accept that. The Lord has ordered me to submit to my husband in all things, and that's the way it should be (Adam wasn't formed from Eve's rib, after all).
So when he strikes me, it's for my own good. But it does hurt, so naturally I want to cry. He hasn't said anything about it yet, but I want to do the right thing to make his life easier and not distract him from Jesus. Should I try not to cry at all, or wait until he's done and cry in another room so as not to disturb him? Or should I cry right there to show that I'm learning my lesson?
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Personally, if God were ever to smite me with a wife, I would wish to ensure that she spent as much of her waking life crying as possible. Perhaps it would be preferable if she avoided weeping while preparing food, but perhaps not - the salty taste of her tears when added to my rice might provide a valuable reminder of the Sin of Eve. I'd say that, if you break down in tears in front of him at every possible occassion, it'd give any decent, loving Christian husband a warm feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment. If he's in an especially good mood, he might give you an extra backhander or two, just to show he cares.
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.