I wonder if John Ortberg has a permanent indentation on the side of his head from where his wife smacks him.
I’m reading his book, “When the Game Is Over, It All Goes Back in the Box” and as usual, he wrote something that produced an eye roll and a sigh:
“A small girl, probably two years old, was sitting behind me kicking her legs rhythmically into my seat. I started to get irritated. She was one of three small children traveling with their parents. Her six-month old brother was screaming. I wanted to ask the flight attendant if they could play outside.
Then the thought occurred to me: I’m reading a book on Christian heroism, about missionaries and martyrs, and I’m bitter because of a two-year-old. I turned to the mom, “You know, it wasn’t all that long ago that my wife and I had three children your kids’ ages. I remember how hard that was. If there’s anything my wife can do for you on this flight…” It will take some time for me to live on mission.” (emphasis added)
One thought on “smack.”
right upside the head.
Ah, the days when men were men and women were glad of it. He obviously misses them.