It’s take a wild God to deal with a wild dog and the more the resistance from the wild dog, the more wrath God needs to slam its two by four without, in any way, damaging the dog. That's what's make discipline stand on a pedestal.
Well that is the analogy I have come up with to define my understanding of the choice of word used to describe a disciplining God, with consciousness and all good intention.
I mean when God gets this desperate it must really mean something to God to go that distance to win one of his children back. Now the child may not quite understand that this is God’s way of saying “ come on my dear, can’t you see how much I love you and want only the best for you. I mean tell that to any child who has its own idea of getting its way.
Well that is the analogy I have come up with to define my understanding of the choice of word used to describe a disciplining God, with consciousness and all good intention.
I mean when God gets this desperate it must really mean something to God to go that distance to win one of his children back. Now the child may not quite understand that this is God’s way of saying “ come on my dear, can’t you see how much I love you and want only the best for you. I mean tell that to any child who has its own idea of getting its way.
First the whining, then the really whining and then the ‘ I hate you or you do not love me verbiage accompanied the squeals and falling on the floor like a spinning bottle adn the withdrawing. Now, the parent who doesn’t know better then decides to teach the child a lesson it won’t soon forget. That is expecially true in cases where this was the upbringing passed on from generations to generations.
The child then becomes ashamed, not of the behaviour just dramatically displayed but of the fact that the disciplinary person shamed its right to ask, of trust and most importantly at that stage, it's feelings of safety and core survival needs. That's the birth of vulnerability and apprehension right there. The child, if already free on how to ask without being shamed, will understand the love behind the badambang with fist, stick, or whatever. If that child has not been taught how best to understand that no; not yet; does not mean I do not care; I did not hear you; I do not love or you are good for nothing then when that child decides to turn to God and there is much trouble in hell and heaven than in churchyard, school yard or behind closed doors.
Now a coin has two sides…
When the child scolds and berates the disciplinarian, that individual also has its own past booboos and of course it hurts more than the child is aware of; unlike the child, the disciplinarian often holds back what’s its feeling. I mean, why not share this with the child instead of putting on ‘I know it all and I am the boss’ uniform. The adult is terrified of taking out the mask that obviously is too uncomfortable and needs to get out. So when disciplining comes to the point of rage, wild dog rage it is the human measure of God’s wrath to the corraled child; that’s what I believe anyway.
Anyhow, I was just re-enacting how I used to deal with God before I understood God’s way of showing ultimate love and care… the very thing that I wanted all along.
That helps me to understand and accept that people did their best and they are not always monsters who do not care or know how to care.
Now, God’s wrath takes on a whole different meaning and growing up and its pains, in hindsight, was preparation for accepting God’s wrath when I needed it most. That took a lot of courage, but more so, now that I can admit, it also took a whole lot of humility... and it is all worth it!
It took me a long time to understand what letting bygones be bygones… I suppose this step was much easier taken when the lesson is learnt, practised and practised with the intention to keep on practising as long as I live, without the apron of shame and guilt.
Now a coin has two sides…
When the child scolds and berates the disciplinarian, that individual also has its own past booboos and of course it hurts more than the child is aware of; unlike the child, the disciplinarian often holds back what’s its feeling. I mean, why not share this with the child instead of putting on ‘I know it all and I am the boss’ uniform. The adult is terrified of taking out the mask that obviously is too uncomfortable and needs to get out. So when disciplining comes to the point of rage, wild dog rage it is the human measure of God’s wrath to the corraled child; that’s what I believe anyway.
Anyhow, I was just re-enacting how I used to deal with God before I understood God’s way of showing ultimate love and care… the very thing that I wanted all along.
That helps me to understand and accept that people did their best and they are not always monsters who do not care or know how to care.
Now, God’s wrath takes on a whole different meaning and growing up and its pains, in hindsight, was preparation for accepting God’s wrath when I needed it most. That took a lot of courage, but more so, now that I can admit, it also took a whole lot of humility... and it is all worth it!
It took me a long time to understand what letting bygones be bygones… I suppose this step was much easier taken when the lesson is learnt, practised and practised with the intention to keep on practising as long as I live, without the apron of shame and guilt.
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