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My parents taught me their values, but did not insist religious and political views.I grew up in an era when it was the norm to indoctrinate your children in the parent's religion, morality, and sometimes politics, and this was not merely expected but strongly expected. People looked at you askance if you suggested children should be allowed to form their own views about morality and religion and society, since, being children, they were obviously too damn ignorant and stupid to decide these things for themselves, and if left to their own devices would vote for free candy and no rules.
I'm not far from agreeing with that philosophy... since it is the OTHER, freewheeling and loose philosophy of child-rearing that won over society, and we ended up raising up successive generations of ever-worsening Narcissists who justify their selfishness, irresponsibility, worthlessness and perversion with self-generated BS, because nowadays nobody can tell anyone else something is right or wrong. :damn
Imma find Dr. Spock and kick his ass.
My parents taught me their values, but did not insist religious and political views.
They also taught me to think for myself, or at least it seems so.
I wouldn't call it "let em' think what they will", but it wasn't full-up indoctrination, either.
Edit: I think part of the reason for this is that their religion believes someone must choose to join, and cannot be considered a member of such until they are allowed to.
So while I went to church on Sundays, and they taught me their beliefs, I was never a "member" of their religion. In later years I stopped going, and haven't since.
Indeed yes.Well yes, ditto; in my faith even if you're 'raised Christian' you still ultimately have to choose it for it to mean anything, and not everyone in my family is one.
But children have to have some guidance, or there is no telling how they'll turn out.
Lord of the Flies and all that.
if left to their own devices would vote for free candy and no rules.
Edit: I think part of the reason for this is that their religion believes someone must choose to join, and cannot be considered a member of such until they are allowed to.
So while I went to church on Sundays, and they taught me their beliefs, I was never a "member" of their religion.
Reformed MennoniteI suppose if you analyze my particular brand of Christianity this rule applies as well. I guess I am just intrigued that you just shrug it off so easily in your comments. It might have been optional to convert but it was highly encouraged. You have to understand nobody wants you to go to hell and all of that. I was raised an evangelical Christian. Specifically I was Backwood Baptist. What denomination or religion were you brought up in that gave you a real choice? I'm not just talking like you have to chose whether you want to spend eternity in heaven with Jesus or an eternity in utter torment burning indefinetly with the devil and his angels. It sounds like you were given a choice which seems foreign to me.
I'm not getting the vibe that you had that kind of pressure added to your decision. What denomination were you brought up in?
vasuderatorrent
Reformed Mennonite
Damn, apparently there's a wikipedia page....interesting
Reformed Mennonite - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
I myself am not a member. My parents are, of course.Oh wow! What are the odds? According to the Wikipedia article there are less than 300 Reformed Mennonites. Would you say that is accurate? If what you are saying is true, you are a rare find.
vasuderatorrent
I think youneed to change your avatar when you posts things like this. You are blowing the fantasy that you are Sheldon.
If I knew the story behind Spock, I would've done that instead. However I'm not a Trekkie...thank God.
Well we know Sheldon would never talk about **Boobies**
I'm an alternate universe Sheldon Cooper who would never have an unsatisfied Amy Farrah Fowler.
I don't know about that. I can't get the image of Blossom out of my head, or her fast talking friend.
My parents brought me to a Community Christian church for Sunday school when I was ~6, to give me some exposure to Christianity. ~8 I realized that people were not speaking metaphorically (even the adults) and asked not to return.
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