Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you!
Any time I want to feel really lousy about my [husband skills / parenting skills / boss skills], I flip over to Ephesians 5 & 6. In true Pauline fashion, the apostle uses those two chapters to chip away at my thick skull and drive some sense into my grey matter.
My first memory of Ephesians 6:4 was not the cleaned up Americanized translation, but the King Jimmy version, which states “And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath…”
Provoke not your children to wrath. That’s a fun mental image, isn’t it? I always imagined a dad with a sharp stick, poking his kids over and over until they went berserk and started doing their best Tasmanian Devil impersonation all over the living room.