OPERATION RESTORATION (4 OF 23)
by Keith Krell
Scripture: 2 Corinthians 2:5-13
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Title: Operation Restoration (4 of 23)
Series: Suffer with Purpose
Author: Keith Krell
Text: 2 Corinthians 2:5-13
When I was growing up, my dad and mom always sacrificed time as a couple to provide memorable vacations for my brother and me. This included wonderful road trips across the U.S. At least they were usually wonderful. But on one particular summer trip, I was not a happy camper. In fact, I was acutely suffering. And somewhere around Kansas, I think, a Krell family legend was born.
You see, at that time I was suffering from a bad case of being thirteen. Yes, I was tired, self-centered, hormonal, and very sensitive. That, combined with the lack of air conditioning in our Subaru, triggered a moment of temporary teenage insanity. So, when I was chastised a fourth time for complaining yet again about how hot it was in the back seat, I committed a terrible sin. I yelled back at my father. Now, that alone was a big deal. But what made it a HUGE deal-no, a NUCLEAR-level deal, was that what I yelled at my father. I dropped the F-bomb. And I didn't use the indicative and declare, "F***!" as a statement. Instead, I used the imperative and commanded, "F*** off!"
After my verbal outburst, there was a moment of shocked silence. And then my dad quietly pulled the car over to the side of the road. He quietly told me to get out. He quietly directed me to the back of the car, had me bend over, and put my hands on the trunk. He then proceeded to quietly pull out a 24-inch wooden paddle that was referred to in our family as "The Board of Education." Yes, he carried it with him. My dad then, NOT SO QUIETLY, used it to heat up my backside to such a degree that I thought I was on fire! (Now remember, millennials and Gen Zers, this was the early 80's. Back then, physically disciplining your children wasn't just allowed . . . it was expected. Especially for cocky boys!)
After about four impressive whacks from my dad, I was desperate to make the spanking stop. ...
Series: Suffer with Purpose
Author: Keith Krell
Text: 2 Corinthians 2:5-13
When I was growing up, my dad and mom always sacrificed time as a couple to provide memorable vacations for my brother and me. This included wonderful road trips across the U.S. At least they were usually wonderful. But on one particular summer trip, I was not a happy camper. In fact, I was acutely suffering. And somewhere around Kansas, I think, a Krell family legend was born.
You see, at that time I was suffering from a bad case of being thirteen. Yes, I was tired, self-centered, hormonal, and very sensitive. That, combined with the lack of air conditioning in our Subaru, triggered a moment of temporary teenage insanity. So, when I was chastised a fourth time for complaining yet again about how hot it was in the back seat, I committed a terrible sin. I yelled back at my father. Now, that alone was a big deal. But what made it a HUGE deal-no, a NUCLEAR-level deal, was that what I yelled at my father. I dropped the F-bomb. And I didn't use the indicative and declare, "F***!" as a statement. Instead, I used the imperative and commanded, "F*** off!"
After my verbal outburst, there was a moment of shocked silence. And then my dad quietly pulled the car over to the side of the road. He quietly told me to get out. He quietly directed me to the back of the car, had me bend over, and put my hands on the trunk. He then proceeded to quietly pull out a 24-inch wooden paddle that was referred to in our family as "The Board of Education." Yes, he carried it with him. My dad then, NOT SO QUIETLY, used it to heat up my backside to such a degree that I thought I was on fire! (Now remember, millennials and Gen Zers, this was the early 80's. Back then, physically disciplining your children wasn't just allowed . . . it was expected. Especially for cocky boys!)
After about four impressive whacks from my dad, I was desperate to make the spanking stop. ...
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