One of the most important lessons my dad ever taught me was not taught with harsh words, condmenation, anger, or a "hickory", "belt" or whatever.
One I was caught in a lie (well ok more than once) but this ONE time I was caught in a lie and didn't realize the dangers that could have occured because of my actions. My mother made me confess and tell my dad. (Oh I knew he would just kill me...the fear of Father!):scared2:
But when I told him I had lied and that in fact I had committed this act, he just looked at me and these big tears came to his eyes. He was truly heartbroken and he said quietly. I knew they were wrong! I KNEW it couldn't have been you, because I KNEW you would never put yourself or anyone else in danger that way. And he cried...and I cried.... (This was the FIRST time I'd ever seen my dad cry over anything.)
Did I think my dad was weak? No, sir. Not for one minute! I saw him as a human with real feelings. The only other time I remember him cryng was a few years later at his mother's funeral.
Yes... people cry! Some people are more emotional that others. Some can hide their feelings from the world, but cry secretly inside. Still.... they cry. For everything there is a season... a time to grieve.... (yes, this is a biblical quote, but a true valuable lesson in life.)