I am Convinced

It seems some people are able to look into my soul and feel they can talk to me. It has happened to me a zillion times; in fact so often that I have toyed with the notion of renting an office somewhere down town and nailing up a sign that says "Burdened? Come and talk to me". I haven't done so only because I want to sleep well when night comes, and I don't want images of horror creeping out of other people's horror stories to come and haunt me.
 The annoying thing is that most of the horror stories are related by Christian women about their Christian husbands who tell these woman to whom they happen to be married some rather hurtful things. These men then go to church on Sunday mornings and behave as though they have just had visions of Jesus Christ.
 I have been at pains to ask young church-going females not to marry men just because they are "saved". Somehow it seems that many of these women in the church have been fed a dose of un-reality tablets, and because the man praises Jesus drenched in nuff sweat, or preaches like Jeremiah the weeping prophet, they begin hearing voices of Jesus say  marry him... marry him.... marry him....  Some of them do and end up in utter misery, wondering if it was really the voice of Jesus they really were hearing when they responded yes I will....yes I will... yes I will....
 I am convinced that  good home training does far more to make a man a proper person and husband than any type of faith, religion, prayer, baptism or special week of special revival services or spiritual awakening convention are capable of doing. I am convinced that if a man grew up in a home where he was not taught to respect women and treat them like the treasures they are, he can pray from now until the earth is swallowed up by the sun, and he will still treat his partner exactly like the untrained religious donkey that he really is.