What Happened?

Things happen, some of them are good, some are bad. Then there's the rest of life, hanging in the balance.

This picture shows what happens when a pickup truck flies off the road, through the fence, a tree, and into the field.

"You are just infatuated with Jordan Peterson," Young Fuzzy tells me.

"That may be so, but I must be also infatuated with Ben Shapiro, Charles Krauthammer, G.K. Chesterton, Charles Spurgeon, C.S. Lewis...I name several other people whose writing or speaking skills I find fascinating.

In his book, 12 Rules for Life, one of Peterson's rules is 'don't let your child do anything that would make you not like them'.

In an appearance on the Bill Maher show they discuss this idea. I've not watched Bill Maher's show, other than when Shapiro was a guest, and this time when Peterson is on. I'm not advocating some of the language therein, but...

The question surfaces, 'Why don't parents parent?' Our society, is good at sticking their nose in the wrong people's business and ignoring the business it should pay attention to.

Without the wisdom of God human beings tend to mess things up. We take animals that are given nice suits of clothing made by God, and dress them up in silly costumes.

We try to make them into humans, which they aren't, and we ignore our children who are human. Why is that?

Parents shouldn't allow children to do things that make their children odious to not only the parents themselves, but the rest of the world as well.

Parenting is hard. As a person, the parent must grow up and be the adult in the room. Take responsibility, have some backbone, be someone of good character.

However, many people have bought into the idea that they don't need to grow up. They can be stupid children all of their lives. Do what they want—whatever 'makes them happy'.

Old Fuzzy and I were eighteen when we married. He turned nineteen within the month. I had four months before I hit the big one-nine.

We had our first child almost ten months after marriage—still nineteen. And we grew up together.

It wasn't easy. Nothing worthwhile ever is. We were young people, not much more than children, and young new Christians. But the last phrase made the difference.

Growing up was not an option. It was expected.

The adults in my life had their ideas of what was right and what wasn't. If you were smart you agreed with them. When you went visiting you sat quiet, spoke only when spoken to. Said yes, ma'am, no ma'am, and so forth.

There were rules, and you followed them. Please, thank you, and if my mom told me the moon was blue, that's what it became.

Adults were not concerned about what children thought or about damaging a child's psyche. If you wanted to be anything except a child you had to grow up and become an adult.

A parent was both the child's friend and parent, but the parent part came first. And it was difficult. It is easier to just let kids have what they want.

It makes the parent popular with the child. They are a good friend that way. If there's a conflict with the school or teacher, ride in on your steed and save the child from those evil scumbags...be the child's hero.

No sorting out right from wrong, the child is always right—except when they're wrong.

Some know it all experts have said it is damaging and teaches children violence to spank them. In discussing this theory with an acquaintance, I told her that was nonsense.

We have more violence with the undisciplined children of today than we ever had when children were spanked. A child can be disciplined in other ways than at the end of a belt, but some children are more difficult than others.

1 Corinthians 13:11 "When I was a child, I spake as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child: now that I am become a man, I have put away childish things.

12) For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known. 13) But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love."