The only time we talk about Jesus in this house is if we injure ourselves while stepping on a toy.
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Chunky and I were already snuggled up warm in bed when Shawn entered the room with a cup of tea…ok it was beer…in his hand. It only took him 3 steps before the ball of his foot met the sharp ridges of the plastic army dude. He jumped back, moaned, and after he realized that this misstep caused a beer spilling carnage he yelled:
Of course I laughed hysterically.
Shawn hobbled to the bed as if he had been shot then hit with a baseball bat, wiped the beer off his face, and sat down next to Chunky.
“Daddy,” Chunky said, “Does Jesus love me?”
Shawn’s head snapped in my direction and my eyes widened.
We don’t talk about religion.
Sometimes I want to teach Chunky about God and Jesus…but mostly I don’t.
I have been; we have been through so much terrible stuff and each time I turned to Him for help and I felt that He wasn’t listening.
When we needed Him the most, he wasn’t there.
So I got angry and pushed away.
And frankly, I haven’t looked back since.
Until that night.
“Daddy, does Jesus love me?”
I am Catholic.
Shawn is Anglican…which is like the Catholic church’s step-sister. They’re practically the same.
We got married in a Catholic Church.
When we decided we wanted children, we wanted to raise them in the Catholic faith.
Chunky was baptized Catholic.
We are registering him into a Catholic school.
Yet, we aren’t teaching him anything about our faith.
We don’t pray with him.
We don’t take him to Church aside from the obligatory Christmas and Easter masses.
Chunky believes that “Father Christmas”, a.k.a Santa is the reason for the season.
When we put up the manger at Christmas, Chunky asked a million questions.
“Does Santa bring baby Jesus presents?”
“Did Baby Jesus ride on the reindeer?”
“Do we get cake on Jesus birthday?”
“Was Jesus a good boy or bad boy this year?”
“Can my army dudes play with Jesus? I think he’d like that.”
And “Where does Jesus live?”
And “Does Jesus watch us from the sky?”
I answered his questions but not once did I delve into what the season is really about. Our faith.
I do want Chunky to learn about religion.
I just don’t know where to start and honestly, my anger gets in the way 100% of the time.
That’s not fair to Chunky.
Chunky has the right to know about the faith that he was baptized into.
He also has the right to decide whether he believes in it or not…
…but he can’t make that choice when he doesn’t know about religion.
“Daddy, does Jesus love me?” he said.
“Of course he does.”
“Does Mommy love Jesus?”
“Momma, you can answer that one”, Shawn said.
“Ummm…well…I know that he loves you very much.”
“Yea. Jesus loves me a lot I think.”
Without getting into a huge debate with each other, can we all get along and answer the following questions? Please note: I will delete and even turn the comments off if things start getting messy around here.
Do you teach your child about religion?
How do you teach them?
If you do not believe in God or religion, do you teach them about it anyways?
Have you been so angry with God that you turned away from your religion? Did that prevent you from teaching your child about it? Or do you still teach them?
Did you ever start believing again? And where did you start?
For the record, I do believe in God. I believe that He loves us all regardless of race, gender, sexual preference, and religious preference.
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