I've told the story many times of talking impatiently with my wife one Sunday morning and having my nine year old son interject—
Daddy, is this the way a Christian man should be talking to his wife?
Rather sarcastically I said,
What do you think?
and he replied,
It doesn't make any difference what I think, what does God think?
I went to my bedroom and two thoughts immediately hit me. First, my pride reared up. I want to be a hero to my son and I was embarrassed that he had been troubled by my attitude and words. But that didn't last very long. I soon thought, "How could it be that God could love me so much that he would give a twit of care about this mundane little moment i…