Forcing it down my kids' throats

There are times when my kids hate going to church.  Even worse, they have a mom who has spent her entire adult life studying religion and teaching the Faith in one capacity or another.  Clearly, I am bonkers.  They have claimed (and will proclaim again, undoubtedly), that Dear Husband and I "force religion" on them, dragging them to church most inconveniently, and torture them with the dullness of Mass.

All true.

Just as Dear Husband and I chose names for each of them, carefully and thoughtfully, we choose Faith.  Just as we choose to keep healthy and nutritious foods in the house, we choose Faith.  Just as we choose to live out examples of charity and kindness, we choose Faith.  Just as we choose to make them sit down and eat with reasonably good manners, we choose Faith.

Here's a great link to Fr. Tim Finigan's blog and his thoughts on the topic;  very funny:
http://the-hermeneutic-of-continuity.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-mum-forced-me-to-clean-my-teeth.html

1 comment:

  1. So far Spencer loves to go to church - he thinks it is a second home - but I am sure rebellion will come later. My parents stopping going about the time I was 8 and I returned at 17 - I have always felt I missed something in those years. What makes me happiest for Spencer is that he thinks that he belongs to everyone there - and he does. I hope that sense of belonging always remains with him. You are doing good my Sister!

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