Friday, August 20, 2010
I think that my husband's gut reaction was, in his own very special way, a compassionate one. It is not compassionate to look about at the state of the American family and exhibit only tolerance for bad choices that devastate children and rip apart the fabric of society. Tolerance is not love; tolerance is a passive virtue, and love is active. And, while waving a stout beating stick under the nose of a wayward husband might not be the most seemly of convincers, it is probably an effective one. I suggest that a league be formed within every congregation called the A.W.B.F.C, which stands for — you've guessed it! — the Ass-Whupping Brothers for Christ.