A few years ago, the first year of kindergarten in an English-only school, I started my daughter to talk about God and faith.
We went to a local church on a Sunday, and afterward, she was introduced to my friend, a Christian who’s a psychologist.
We sat down together to listen to a sermon and then we went home.
My daughter loved it.
She’s a convert now.
When she was 3, she wanted to go.
She started wearing a red ribbon to church every Sunday.
I was surprised that I didn’t have the same reaction.
My response was that I was grateful she had such a big heart and a big mind.
We were both so happy that she wanted the same thing: to be a good person.
But what if my daughter didn’t want to be that person?
What if her faith is not her identity?
I had to ask that question.
In my own life, my son has always had a big-hearted, independent spirit.
He’s always been the one who always says no, and he’s always had the right to say no.
I’ve had to find a balance between helping him understand what his right to religious expression is and letting him know that, even if it means being different, I’ll still help him learn.
The next year, he was baptized into a new church, a denomination called Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and we have a very different story to tell.
His parents are evangelical Christians who came to the United States when he was young.
When he was 3 years old, he asked me if I would take him to a Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints church.
My answer was yes.
It was the only time I had ever asked my child to go somewhere without my permission.
I thought he was going to be disappointed.
I wasn’t disappointed, though, because he was so excited to come to church that day.
When I came back to the room where he was waiting, he looked so happy, and I felt really good.
It made me feel like God was on my side, and that I could have been there for him.
So, I told him that I would be happy if he didn’t come.
He said, “Okay, thank you, mom.”
He did it.
I never had to worry about his safety or whether he was being treated well by his family.
And I never felt pressured to help him.
As an atheist, I have to say, I was impressed.
But as an evangelical Christian, I had my doubts.
It’s hard for me to say this in this day and age, but when it comes to the relationship between religion and faith, I think my son really is an outlier.
But when it came to his church, my wife was thrilled with my decision.
She said, My God, your son’s a Mormon!
And my heart sank.
I think she felt that we had to be the right person for him and he was the right one for us.
But in fact, it turned out that he wasn’t a big believer.
His family has a very strong religious faith, and when he grew up, it was his mom who introduced him to the church.
They started to go there regularly after he was in kindergarten.
But the church did not help him find the answers he needed to grow spiritually.
He was always so concerned with his friends, and his parents were more concerned with him, but he was always in trouble.
In church, I would pray and ask God for answers, and my family would tell me what they felt was the real answer.
But we would never really know the answer.
I couldn’t really trust that my son would have faith.
When my daughter asked me what was the difference between faith and faith without a god, I said, I don’t know.
I knew I was a good parent, but I didn�t know I was good enough.
We started praying for answers.
It took a lot of praying, but it gave us the answers we needed.
We didn�T have to be like my son, but we could do something about the church we weren�t happy with.
When our son asked us to pray for a better church, our pastor said, Why don�t you start a new one?
That was our starting point.
My family had heard the stories of people who were in the church who had trouble finding answers.
I told my husband that I had always been a Christian, but my mother had never told me about the real church. She didn�ts want me to think that it was my fault.
But she wanted me to see what it was like for someone who had lost their faith.
She wanted to know what it meant for the person in the world.
So we started a new Church of Christ, and it wasn�t long before we were baptized into the church and went to church again.
We had a very happy childhood.
Our faith was stronger