We believe, we believe, Hallelujah we believe.
I once met a woman from Seattle who told me the sweetest story. When she was a little girl, she climbed into the front seat of the family car parked in the driveway and accidently pulled the parking brake. The car started rolling down the driveway. Fortunately, her mother saw what was going on and stopped the car before it rolled into the street etc. But her mother led the girl into the house, pulled down her panties and spanked her bare bottom with a paddle. What made this story sweet is that when the story was described to me, all she could remember was associating her mother's love with the spanking because at the time, her "joyride" had scared the heck out of her, and it was oddly comforting just feeling the warmth of her mom's lap as well as the fire of her scorched bottom.