Religious tolerance is hard

Walking into the Baptist church today, yep that’s right,  felt mildly uncomfortable. I avoid churches and general organized religion. As you may have guessed,  they aren’t my thing.  I walked timidly down the hallway waiting to catch fire, our melt, but nope. I expect it subconciously every time I go to churches, which is pretty regularly. (Why you ask?  -Backstory-)
I have been practicing since before my children were born but normally behind closed doors, or at night, up until the last few years.  I didn’t want to push any beliefs on my children, even my own. 
Around the age of four my son began asking if we could go to the church near our house. At that time I worked weekends so that wasn’t going to work out. He began asking about heaven,  talking about God and inquiring about angels.  Oh goodness. At that moment I had to think real hard about what I told him, and make a choice.  I could teach him the traditions I follow, I could teach him Christianity, or I could hide in my closet until he forgot about the whole Jesus. After I ran out snacks, I realized the closet wasn’t a viable option. 
I grabbed my boy and said let’s talk about your questions about God. (He had tons) I told him that people believe many things but I would help him learn everything. So I did and man oh man…that boy loves him some Jesus! Now when he was a young kid it was trying. A witch teaching bible study time, gospel cds and church when I could facilitate. Then tucking in my little so I could do my own rituals. Wierd. Now I am open with my religion and have taught them and included them when I could. He is still very much a Christian though so it’s interesting.
I am fairly open though now that my children are a little older.  I offer to include them in my rituals and holidays but always allow my son to vary his blessings. He instead days his as a pause to God, my other son calls to Grandfather and the Ancient Ones (his Mamaw worships with Native Americans) and I to my Goddess. We accept that our higher powers have different names. 
So while I may not agree with his “holy book”, I will always encourage my son to be spiritual. I will take him to church and youth group and bible study. I encourage all of my kids to learn everything they can and then they can choose their religion just as I did.

Published by Tamara Collins

My passion, my life purpose, is helping others becoming the best versions of themselves. This includes finding their passion and purpose, limiting their hang-ups, and building them up personally and professionally. Through coaching and consultation, I help business and individuals to reach higher and shine brighter.

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