The primary author and dominant force behind the No Greater Joy crew is Michael Pearl.
He tells of a story of some child in his care (he is vague, but if you read this entire post, you get the feeling it’s not his own child, nor his offspring’s child) that he controls with his methods – to what he believes is in her benefit, and his.
A few excerpts… starting with him not only admitting that he’s a very large man (that is intimidating to young children, unless the adult compensates by bringing themselves down to the shorter level of the child), but he also goes a step farther to brag a bit about his size.
The following quote is taken in portions from the original; there is more said between some of these paragraphs, and I encourage you to read the source article yourself.
On the visit before this welcomed intrusion, Amy ran in and out of the back door about ten times. The frequency, along with the cold air, became annoying. As she started out again, I commanded, “No, Amy, do not go out again.” She continued to open the door and push by me. I applied a little resistance to the door as I repeated the command. She exerted all her force to open the door. Now at this point I could have forced the door shut. At six-foot-four and 240 pounds, all of it pure, aged muscle, I was quite capable of shutting the door. But to do so would not have taught her obedience, quite the opposite. It would have taught her that she could do anything that does not meet with overpowering physical resistance. Forced to comply, she would not have practiced self-control. For the human will to function, circumstances must permit choice. So I allowed her to choose. She forced the door against the little resistance I offered and continued into the sunroom. One more door stood between her and the judgment seat. To make sure she understood, I gave one more command, “Amy, do not go outside.” As she opened the outside door, I took off my belt and surprised my little butterfly with one swat across the calves. She shut the door and looked at me with shock and anger. Her scream was not just of pain, but of defiance.
Now if I had shoved her into the house and left it at that, she would still have failed to learn her lesson. Her will was not yet surrendered. The defiant scream testified that she was still in a resistant state of mind. She was protesting interference with her self-will. She must be caused to recognize the supremacy of government. Her soul depends on it. So I commanded, “Amy, stop crying.” She screamed louder, so I gave her another forceful lick on the legs. She again screamed her defiance.
Here I was with a screaming, defiant two-year-old standing there testing her strength of resolve against mine. I have 53 years of resolve, and it gets calmer every day. Again I gave her one lick on the legs and commanded, “Stop crying, now.” She dried it up like an Arizona wind, then turned and voluntarily walked back into the living room. She was sniffling, but the defiance was all gone. She ran to a corner to sort out her feelings and I left her alone, as did everyone else
In less than five minutes, as I was walking through the house for some other purpose, a little curly headed, blond butterfly flitted across the room and lunged into my arms. Her smile was genuine and her greeting was spontaneous. The former confrontation had not left her feeling isolated. Her spirit was free.
Let’s discuss this article/story in a few different segments:
- Now at this point I could have forced the door shut. At six-foot-four and 240 pounds, all of it pure, aged muscle, I was quite capable of shutting the door.
Perhaps he has a need for his readers to think of him as superior in physique. There are pictures of him on his site, but here he seems to need to remind us that he is well built and not physically sloppy, but rather well built. This is a sign of insecurity that he needs to describe himself in such a manner. If he had simply stated his height and weight, that would have been sufficient to get the point across, that point being that he’s intimidating to children especially, but he had to take it one step further; he had to mention that it’s all pure, aged muscle. And further, he goes on to say that he was quite capable of shutting the door. The child in this story is two. Most three year old children would have that same ability, when in a physical power struggle with a two year old.
More thoughts on this particular story will be in subsequent posts.