CHICKEN FOR DINNER
When my dad was a small boy, he wanted to go fishing, but no one would take him. He sat on his porch with his fishing pole and pretended to be fishing until that became too boring. So he put a hook on and put a piece of bread on the hook. My grandmother let her chickens run free. It wasn't long until he got a nibble. He jerked and hooked a good-laying hen through the head. Dad got a spanking, he remembered, but he also remembered the family had fried chicken that night. My dad recalls, "It was worth it."
God would never discipline us like that, to the point we would say, "Well, the discipline was inconvenient, but the sin was well worth it."