That question is a mega-hot button one, especially for parents like me who love their kids more than anything.
I'd like to think that there is a nice, tidy paradise of a kingdom waiting for me when I croak, but I have to be honest: I don't have to venture too deep down into my bones before I hit a lot of resistance to that idea.
I was raised to believe, mind you. I was an altar boy and a regular churchgoer for most of my youth, and I still feel like the peacefulness I encountered at many Christmas Eve services are some of the coolest moments I have ever known.
Still, something never really clicked for me when it came to religious faith. So much of it seemed so old, so outdated.
Sometimes, I suspect that I might have found a bit more faith within me had the people in my church occasionally raised a question or three about the antiquated directions the Bible often seemed to point us in. No one everRead More »from Why I’m Raising My Kids Without Religion