Not to turn to a whole 'nother topic, but unless Christ disapproves of His own Father’s words…
Prov 13:24: “He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.”
Prov 19:18: “Chasten thy son while there is hope, and let not thy soul spare for his crying.”
Prov 22:15: “Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him.”
“Do not withhold correction from a child, for if you beat him with a rod, he will not die. You shall beat him with a rod, and deliver his soul from hell” (Proverbs 23:13-14)
“The rod and reproof give wisdom, but a child left to himself brings shame to his mother.” (Proverbs 29:15)
Then compare the words in the Epistle to Timothy (and the attitude of the Church Fathers too, for that matter) about the Old Testament. There are also Paul’s words about the relations between a father and son. Christ certainly disapproves of abuse, but lenience is as much a form of abuse as the abuse people usually mean when they use the word. Balance is needed- starvation and gluttony both end in death, etc (and before anyone says there’s no balance in those verses above, that’s because I picked a few out of the entire Bible, to show one side of the balance).
I know that I, my three brothers, and my parents and their siblings have all been spanked as a form of punishment (albeit the most extreme of any punishment; and my parents and grandparents are the kindest, most loving people I’ve met in my entire life), and I know that it’s done nothing but good for all of us. I’ve also known people who have been abused very sorely by their parents, and I know it’s done nothing but bad for them. There’s a huge difference between corporal punishment, and child abuse. Corporal punishment has taught me first, to respect authority; but then, by respecting authority, to respect myself even more. I’ve found that the more you respect others (especially your elders and God), the more dignified you become yourself.
I also know that my experience in inner-city schools tells me that kids are, frankly, brats (myself included), and the more the teachers yell themselves hoarse and threaten and do wahtever, the more the kids act like brats. One of the only times I remember really paying attention to my teacher’s threats was when she walked up to me and whacked me, very lightly but enough that it stung for a while, on the head with the social studies textbook- teacher’s edition, no less! Completely out of line, but it worked like a charm.
And when I see the kids around me, whose parents wouldn’t dare hit them, I see such rebellion and rudeness and indecency I can scarcely believe. But, then I see the same thing in the kids whose parents really go overboard with the hitting- both extremes are a form of abuse.
Back on topic, lol, I used to want to become a monk. I still kinda do, but I don’t think that’s where God wants me. Sounds like a great life to me, but it’s not my place as far as I know. I am planning on becoming a minister after my father, but we’ll see how that dream goes as well.