Patient Parent Pardoning Power

When a man began to rail in an ungodly spirit like a religious fanatic in the presence of my loving wife, something rose up in me that I do not remember having felt before, something akin to the holy jealousy that our God must feel as He shields us against potential exposure to some wrong and seductive influence that would draw us away from the simplicity of a love relationship with Himself. Like Eve’s naive little talk with the serpent, this was an insidious kind of conversation in which she clearly did not belong unattended.