I have another comment on this.
As you grow older, "enjoyment" should not be happening on the same timescale that it does when you're a kid.
When you're a child, enjoyment is moment to moment, sense pleasures and such.
As you grow older, and become responsible for others, "enjoyment", and more importantly, satisfaction and contentment, should be happening over longer timescales: days, weeks, months, years. It's not a moment to moment thing. You should at the end of a long day, or a challenging year, look back and say "ah yes, I did well. I could always do better, but I was in the fight".
And understanding this, you integrate it into how you interface with your kids. Sure maybe tea party with your 3 yr old daughter is not thrilling as such. But is IS thrilling to have given your three year old daughter that experience in her life. Her one life to live.
It's not abstract. It's concrete. But you have to mature to gain a sensitivity to it. You have to become more whole as a person to live over longer arcs. And to have the perspective that you are part of the construction of those long arcs for others, even or especially while they are too young to comprehend that.
@normonics I don't think so. My mum was given a study Bible that had notes and footnotes throughout. My wife had to go to lessons so that she could be Baptised.
There should be a kind of historical Occam's Razor where the chronologically most recent explanations for any event should be favoured over those more primordial ones.
Spain recognized Palestine bc it currently has a left wing government.
@nqatpod Just to add a different voice to the discussion. I disagree with this take and the conclusions drawn from that interview. I can see why he chose not to bury previous management and in my opinion he was limited with what he could say as the entire enterprise is now in transition.
There are times in history when attempts at honest debate fail, the unscrupulousness or incomprehension of the power game reveals itself & different political visions of the future turn into class conflict. I wonder if this photo may prove to be part of that archive!
Young men, we have a major respect problem. In our good and proper rejection of weak, woke, and winsome, we’ve justified slander, foolish talk, and out-right sin. We’ve called it, “saying it like it is” and even justified it as, “exposing unfruitful works of darkness.”
It has taken the form of calling second tier issues heresy, greatly exaggerating people’s errors, and ad hominem. One well known podcast which I happen to love once causally said, “Al Mohler changed his view on homosexuality.” That would cause any sane person to think that Al Mohler was now affirming. I did challenge this particular host and he admitted it was in reference to an article where Al Mohler denied the effectiveness of conversion therapy. So no, Mohler did not change his stance on Biblical marriage.
Young men are routinely dismissing older men as boomers and are far too casual in their discussion of them. Now, I don’t think older men can’t be criticized. In fact, they should because they are just men, but Scripture is crystal clear that we are to reprove older men with respect and deference, not as peers. When they are wrong they ought to be called out, but not the way you’d call out a friend, the way you’d call out a father. Making memes and making fun of men who have been serving longer than we’ve been alive betrays a foolish and arrogant heart.
Take John Piper for example. I think his political theology is hot garbage. I think he’s way wrong. I also think that man has been used mightily of God and he should be shown respect even in disagreement.
I am not remotely dispensational or Baptist, and yet I can’t think of an example of a more faithful warrior than John MacArthur. I don’t agree with his anti Christian nationalism, and I may critique that, but I will do so the way I would a father, with respect.
Some of the men I look up to the most as mighty men of God are independent, fundamental baptists, and I’m a rowdy Presbyterian.
I’m sure my words will be misrepresented and misconstrued so let me again say clearly, no man is above criticism, but there’s a way to do it, and I think we are largely failing.
The left succeeds because they are practically post-mil. They go to bat for each other, and protect each other. Men on the right compete to see who is the most based and if you’re not the right stripe of reformed, if your wife doesn’t practice head covering, if you’re just a bit too complementarian and think women can hold public office (though not in church), if your daughter’s shorts are 1in shorter than you deem appropriate then she’s a whore and you’re a derelict father. Seriously, these are all real examples I’ve seen.
We eat our own and we will fail because of it. It’s a character issue that will kill us if we don’t mature very quickly. I’ve been guilty of this and I repent of it. We have some work to do fellas.
Let me propose a paradigm I see in scripture:
When dealing with issues in a broad sense I think you can go scorched earth and attack bad ideas, but when dealing with individuals we need to be gentle.
We see this pattern in Scripture. The prophets, Jesus, and the Apostles all speak very harshly in broad brush strokes, but when dealing with individuals they are firm, but gentle. Jesus called the Pharisees pretty harsh names, but he dealt gently with Nicodemus.
This fits with 2 Tim 2:25 “…with gentleness correcting those who are in opposition, if perhaps God may grant them repentance leading to the knowledge of the truth,”
May we grow in this brothers.
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Like at a certain point the dumb actually is your fault & no one can help you
“Gentle parents”—please listen to this before you create another kid like me, whose life was nearly derailed by 15+ years of therapy.
By the time I was four or five, it was clear I had emotional problems. I would sometimes sit at the foot of our stairs, hyperventilating over something as simple as the discomfort of a seam in my sock. When a homeless person stopped my mother and me on the streets of New York City to ask for some change to “buy a cup of soup,” I remember going back to our hotel room to weep, disturbed by the way strangers—including us—walked past him without helping.
By kindergarten, I was in therapy.
By fifth grade, I was on mood stabilizers—perhaps justifiably, since by then I'd developed suicidal ideation.
Therapy did not create my emotional problems. Neither did culture—this was before the rise of social media.
But what therapy did was convince me that my problems were immutable, and perhaps even genetically encoded in my DNA.
By the time I was 16, I was anorexic. When I had to drop out of college as a sophomore, a doctor looked me in the eyes and told me my condition was “like cancer.”
“If you don’t treat this, it will get worse,” she said.
Over the next five years, while I was in and out of treatment centers, various doctors reminded me that eating disorders have one of the highest mortality rates of any psychiatric illness—warnings the medical system now issues about gender dysphoria (although they say that is an immutable issue of identity, not mental health).
Therapy is how I became convinced that I came from a line of eating disordered women. I reflected upon my maternal line and swore that my mother, her mother, and her mother’s mother all were riddled with eating disorders. The truth is that my grandmother was sick with anorexia, but I believe it was simply a culturally sanctioned way to express her distress.
At 20 years old, I was freshly out of treatment—and 100% insufferable.
I saw harms everywhere. We even had a word for them in my support groups—"trigger warnings."
I had a vendetta against Starbuck’s branding of its low calorie beverages as “skinny” lattes, believing it was a slight to the anorexics of the world.
I blistered over in anger when I learned that my cousin, a bar owner, was considering offering “skinny girl margaritas” to customers, convinced he was aiding and abetting eating disorders.
I felt personally offended by gyms that kept scales in their locker rooms.
I told anyone I dated to avoid mention of all “numbers,” that I never wanted to hear how many miles they ran, what pant size they wore, how much they weighed, or how many calories they consumed—not ever.
You know what made me better? Less validation.
It was the fearless parenting style of my beloved aunt Melanie that made me better.
I lived with Melanie in Atlanta for five years.
When I told her I was contemplating throwing up a meal, she told me she’d like to have a word with my eating disorder: "Yeah," she'd say. "Can you tell it to shut the fuck up?"
She told me that yes, it was going to be hard to keep meals down, but that you bet I could do it.
She helped me develop confidence. Slowly, I cultivated an identity beyond being just sick.
The most surprising thing was the realization that I was not as sick I had thought. Yes, I had anxiety about things like picking up the phone, but what do you know—after a few months of practice, I no longer fretted over the phone.
Melanie thought me that I could sit through discomfort—and that in fact, discomfort was my medicine.
I’ll say that again: discomfort was my medicine.
Your kid might be going through something right now, but I want to posit that what they actually need is less validation and these two sentences: 1) yes it is hard 2) you bet you can do it, kiddo.
Thank you to all the parents with the courage to buck the system. Thank you to the non-gentle parents.
TLDR: how therapy broke me but some good old fashioned “rub some dirt in it” parenting from my beloved aunt healed me.
8yo was so excited to share what he learned in math class but once he explained, I was *livid*
Conventional schools don't care about real learning.
They only care about "hacks" that make it easier to fill in multiple choice bubbles on a test: