How My Faith Journey Influences My Parenting

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Religion has always been a part of my life. As a child, I spent every Sunday sitting on a hard pew in a small, poorly air-conditioned church. Each week, I listened to the pastor preach fiery sermons, swayed to the choir’s soul-stirring songs, and dropped a few pennies into the collection basket when it passed by. I can relate to comedian George Wallace when he says, “If I never step foot in a church again, I’ve already put in my time.”

Going to church was drudgery and I resented the adult’s shunning my questions about religion. I was always told, “Just have faith and don’t question God.” This answer was unacceptable for an inquisitive child like me. I wanted to learn more about the God I was supposed to believe in, but no one took the time to answer my questions. I was a confused and disillusioned.

My mother was a strict, traditional Southern Baptist and established several household rules. My sister and I had to memorize Bible verses, listen to Gospel music on the radio, and adhere to all Ten Commandments. We were not allowed to partake in secular things such as heavy metal music and cable TV. I was always happy when I could go to my cousin’s house where things were a little more lenient. There, I could watch HBO or listen to the latest AC/DC album.

When I got to college, I rarely went to church. Sleeping in on Sundays felt good. Besides, I didn’t see the point of blindly going to church while I still felt spiritually empty. Ironically, college is what led me back to my faith.

At school, I encountered people of many different faiths. They all seemed to know so much about their religions while I knew very little about mine. My roommate was Muslim and we’d have regular religious debates. To prepare for these arguments, I’d study Christian Theology books and actually read my Bible. I even read portions of the Qur’an, the Book of Mormon, and several Eastern Religious texts.

I took philosophy, history, and comparative religion courses to learn as much as I could about my beliefs and others. Suddenly, it was okay to question my faith. Best of all, I had people who were willing to answer my questions. By the time I graduated from college, I had a better grasp on my personal belief system.

I would love to say that I immediately started going to church again, but that didn’t happen. I still didn’t feel comfortable at church and it took another six years before I was attending regularly. I moved back to my hometown and found a church that I felt was true to Christian teachings. The pastor emphasized love, compassion, and reverence to God as the core principles of our belief system which was aligned with my understanding of Mark 12:30-31 from the Bible:

Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. The second is this: Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.

All of these experiences have shaped how I teach my children about faith and religion and how I parent. I want to give my children a strong moral foundation that will help to guide them through life’s difficulties and challenges. I encourage them to ask questions. I let them know that it’s okay if they don’t understand certain things. I confess how I’ve doubted the existence of God and how I’ve expressed anger and disappointment with God. I also let them see that I don’t have all of the answers. I want them to seek out some things on their own and come to their own conclusions.

The main lesson that I teach my children is that it is more important to love people than to judge them. I regularly give them opportunities to show their for love through service. We volunteer as a family and do what we can to help others. But most of all, I try to live my life in way that models integrity, morality, and grace. I strive to be loving, forgiving, patient and kind. I don’t always meet the mark, but I keep working on being the best man I can be for the sake of my children. And when I fail, my faith gives me the confidence to try again.

Stay Strong,

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Frederick J. Goodall is the founder of Mocha Dad - a parenting website focused on fatherhood. He is passionate about parenting and helping men to be great dads, husbands, and role models. You can contact him at fjgoodall@mochadad.com or on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/mochadad
  1. This is a great post, your religious background sounds a lot like mine, although I grew up Catholic. I also shunned my faith throughout my early adulthood but I started going back to church in my early 30’s (as a Protestant this time). I really started to learn about the Bible and what Jesus has done for me.

    It is great to read and hear about fathers like yourself that are raising children in a Bible-based manner. I read this quote somewhere: “God has designed fatherhood as a means to display the attributes of God to their children.” It sounds like this is what you are doing!

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