When I Was Tortured in Guatemala

When I Was Tortured in Guatemala

When we lived in Guatemala my parents would do something every morning that drove me crazy. I basically saw it as punishment. Or something closely related to torture.

Right after breakfast our whole family would gather in the living room, whip out our Bibles and read the Proverb that corresponded with the date of the month. Worst part about it – we had to read out loud, one verse each, going around the circle until we’d read the whole chapter.

Needless to say, I got pretty familiar with that one section of the Good Book.

Looking back I’m ineffably grateful for my parents’ insistence on this. I literally find proverbs popping into my head at the perfect moment.

Just when I’m about to burst into a tirade on someone who totally deserves it I’ll hear A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger (15:1) deep in mon esprit. Sure, sometimes I ignore it. But usually it causes me to pause.

I’m convinced those verses have saved me tons of grief.

If you want to become semi-pro at life I think one of the most practical things you can do is read Proverbs regularly. I’d even recommend my parents’ torture methods. Do it chapter by chapter with the verse that syncs up with the date of the month.

If you are really evil and sinister you might even want to bring some folks along with you. They might kick and scream at first, but I’ll wager somewhere down the road they’ll thank you.