Spanking in Nursery

Stacie Duce, over at Mormon Times, recently related an experience in which a Nursery worker in one ward spanked someone’s child for being unruly.

I recently got a call from a nursery leader who went on vacation and came back to find her class had been a vortex of chaos in her absence. Actually, it wasn’t that bad. But her mild-mannered assistant, who grew up during an era when spanking was an appropriate form of schoolroom discipline, had swatted the backside of a perpetually aggressive nursery child.

She added:

In defense of the spanker, apparently, it worked. The boy settled down and the parents did not need to be disrupted from other classrooms in the church.

Spanking should be a decision left to parents. Period.

In a church setting, I do not believe that parents should expect Primary workers (Nursery or otherwise) to be their children’s disciplinarians, nor do I think Primary workers should expect they shouldn’t disturb the children’s parents.

Parents have a responsibility to raise their children, and that includes disciplining them to behave properly in social settings. No one else should do this work for them.


In a lot of ways, I was an unconventional elders quorum president. It’s been over six months since I was released, but I was going over the collective six years I served two terms as elders quorum president. I realised some of the initiatives I took wouldn’t be seen in your average elders quorum.

Here are a handful:

  • Assigning an 18-year-old elder as a home teaching companion to a 17-year-old priest
  • Announcing the presidency would no longer phone for home teaching reports, but expected the companionships to phone us
  • Accepting service done for an assigned family as home teaching even if no message was left
  • Calling an 18-year-old priest as a secretary
  • Assigning my counsellors to attend ward council quarterly
  • Fighting to prevent advancement to high priest based on age

Have you done anything unconventional in your calling?

I can’t stand my family

I had a little conversation on Twitter today with a handful of people. It started when one person said that he was looking for a 1000 sq ft home he could fit his family into. Knowing his family is the same size as mine, I replied that my family of six lives in a 798 sq ft home. He responded to this by saying that we must really like being with each other.

When I said that of course we like being with each other, two others jumped in saying I am in the minority and most families hate being with each other.

Is our family an anomoly? Is it really true that families can’t stand being around one another?

If what they claim is true, then I think it is very sad. I truly believe families should want to spend rime together.

As I write this, I am reminded of a Bloggernacle post not so long ago discussing the idea of “menrichment”, when men get together to bond without any wives or children. As the discussion progressed in the comments of this post, I began to feel that I was in the minority when I claimed that I have no desire to attend an elders quorum social without Mary, my wife.

Is it wrong to want to spend time with one’s family? I mean, I am away from them for over 8 hours every weekday. Why wouldn’t I want to spend as much time as I can with my children during the 2-3 hours between when I get home and they go to bed?

Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with Mary during the 5 waking hours I see her each day?

How will a man manage to live forever with his family,if he can’t stand being with them now?

I Stand All Amazed

Our Sacrament hymn today was “I Stand All Amazed.”

It’s not one of my favourite hymns; I don’t find the melody catch, nor do I find the lyrics poetic. Nevertheless, it often touches me; it rather than enlightening my mind, it often pierces my heart.

Today, I noticed at the top of the page in the hymnal, it suggests singing the hymn thoughtfully. I tried to do just that today. A few thing stuck out to me.

At times, I do seem confused at how unconditionally Jesus extends his grace to me despite my ongoing effort to conduct myself in a way that distances me from the Spirit. I do marvel that he rescues a soul so rebellious and proud as mine.

I doubt I praise and adore at the mercy seat. I doubt I sing of his goodness and mercy.

Thinking about this hymn while singing it really underscored how far I still have to go.

Is divorce going back on your word?

Mary and I were talking about someone we know who is having marital problems. Her husband befriended someone online and a short time later asked for a divorce. Some people are saying the website where her husband met this person is at fault. But I wonder.

I wonder whether this situation could have unfolded as it did if the husband did not already have a reason to want to leave the marriage.

I wonder whether the husband would have just found someone else some other way if the website didn’t exist.

I wonder if there is a correlation between the divorce rate and the fact that no one can be taken on his/her word anymore.

After all, doesn’t divorce come down to people going back on their word? Their word to love and cherish through sickness and health, through rich and poor, through better and worse? Their word to stay married for the rest of their lives?