discussion of a Christian home. I told you that our home was a place of order, starting

with the order of my father and mother being under the authority of Christ and exercising authority over us children.

So we were under their authority, but there were some visible signs of the invisible reality,

one of which was punctuality. My father taught strict punctuality. The reason was not just that he was an A-type personality, which none of us ever heard of in those days. But because he explained to us

children, when you're late, you are stealing from another person the most precious

commodity they have, with is time.

Do not do this.

So when we came, when we were told that breakfast was to be at 7.10,

my father meant really 7, 9,5. He really did not mean 7, 10 and a half.

Now this was a rigid rule, not only because my father was teaching us

strictness and order, but because he had a computer train to make, and back

in those days the trains ran on the second, and there wasn't any flexibility whatsoever.

We had to have breakfast together every day because my father believed in having meals together.

Of course he wasn't home at lunchtime, but we had breakfast with dinner together as a family and we were taught to sit still at the table.

Nobody was allowed to get down from the table without permission.

And that was That border went all through the ways in which we were raised.

When breakfast was over, then we were heard it into the living room, as I told you,

and we had family prayers, and that was not flexible either because of that commuter train.

So my father wanted a leisurely quiet breakfast, not frantic races for the bag lunches in the school books and his briefcase.

It was all done the night before.

The school books, the bag lunches were made and things were exactly where they belonged so that each person could pick up his stuff

and leave for school and my father could find his briefcase.

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