In a novel i'm reading, there's a part where a man with influence
tries to spare his rebellious son the horror of war. The son
believes the father is trying to punish him by getting him
assigned to the home guard where he'll be safe and not experience
battle. He persuades his father to let him go. Near the end of the
first encounter, the son realizes something, this is an excerpt:
He would be content to join the ranks of the home guard now,
and he realized that his father hadn't been tring to punish him
by making the request but instead spare him. He must have known
what hell this was, and he'd acted in love. (The son) longed to
tell him he was sorry.
Just like us, isn't it? We want to go our own way, have our
excitement, not have our Father "restrict" us. Like that son,
without the terrible experiences, would we ever understand and
appreciate what our Father has waiting for us? Or would we be
sitting and sulking because we were "missing out" on something?
The contrast between His glory and the depravity of evil must
be seen and experienced to really comprehend, i guess.

[This message has been edited by tedack (edited 09-09-2006).]