Why Religion Matters, Even Though it Doesn't.Casey Mullins
Our family packs up and goes to church every Sunday for three hours. We say family prayers every night and we pray as a family before each meal. We have missionaries over for dinner once a week, we participate in service projects and we pay 10% of our income to tithing. Plenty of people have a problem with the church we attend and are not shy with their opinions on it. With the upcoming presidential race our religion is going to be under even more scrutiny. Addie is certainly the minority in her class and we are most certainly the minority in our community.
I think what is even more important to our story is that I chose the religion I am a part of. I grew up in in a state where there are…well…there are opinions on religion. Us against them. Them against us. To tell the truth I had a miserable time growing up there. Religion was pervasive whether people wanted to admit to it or not. Kids were not allowed to come to my birthday parties because I didn’t attend the right church. Other kids weren’t allowed to play with me because not only did I not believe in the so called “right” God, I didn’t believe in God at all.
Religion plays a huge role in our personal lives and I realized over the years that it was not the religion that didn’t allow my classmates to come to my birthday party, it was the people, specifically the parents.
I made a promise early on to raise my kids with kind hearts and to lead by example. I do my best everyday to show Addie what kindness is and that kindness matters. The things that make us truly different are far fewer than the things we have in common.
As a family we’re doing the best we can.
We love each other.
We try our best to be nice and happy people out in public and in our home.
We admit to our mistakes and work on our shortcomings.
I think that’s the best any family, no matter how they are put together or what they believe in, can do.
How do you teach kindness, compassion and understanding in your family?