There’s a nice restaurant in Georgia that’ll fine parents fifty bucks if their kids are out of control. And that’s exactly what they did to a Florida couple whose three sons and their little buddies thought they’d turn a swank eatery into a Godsmack mosh pit.
I think fining feckless parents for their wild hog children is a brilliant idea. Personally, I’ve been sick of watching these unbridled little demoniacs ruin a nice evening out for the better part of the last three decades. Call me a curmudgeon, I don’t care.
Here’s an FYI to parents: Your kids are not so special that they get to ransack that which other people have worked their asses off to enjoy.
God doesn’t green light that kind of chaotic and undisciplined behavior. In my new book, LIONHEARTED: Making Young Christian Males Rowdy Biblical Men, I specifically brand the male teenage brain with that holy notion.
Check it out: The Garden of Eden that God allotted Adam was not some hotel room that he was licensed to trash, but a place he was “to tend and keep” (Gen. 2.16). Adam was to cultivate that which he had subdued. With Adam’s leadership came the responsibility and accountability to God to take that which was under his care and make it better. Can you say better? I knew you could.
This means, young man, you’re expected in your role in your family and in this game of life to enhance that which is good and to not whiz on everything people have labored arduously for.
Yep, whatever gets tossed to you, young dude, is to be brought into greater order, usefulness, and beauty. This is your job. That’s your calling. You’re to do it. Not the government, not mommy, not your nanny, not your church. You, as a young man, are here to cultivate that which is holy, just, and good. You’re here to make this planet shine. And you should feel really weird if you don’t make things better and God’s kingdom to prosper.
Yes, young man who liveth in the God-blessed testosterone fog, you are not free to use, abuse, abandon, desert, ignore, overlook, disregard, forget, avoid, or neglect that which gets placed under your care. You are to cultivate greatness, order, beauty, and God’s glory everywhere you go. It’s called taking responsibility to make certain things don’t suck.
Lastly, my parents didn’t discipline me that much when I was young which allowed me to morph into hell on two skinny legs. If it weren’t God yanking me off that demonic glide path I’d be dead and in hell now or at least in prison. Christ, through the scriptures, by the power of the Holy Spirit, brought the discipline this dunderhead so desperately needed and I’m forever grateful.
For all the parents out there ruining restaurants with your feral kids’ unbridled behavior here’s a few verses that showcase what God thinks about disciplining wee helions. Enjoy.
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