My dad almost became a seminarian.
Around the same time he met my mom, he was seriously considering becoming a priest. He reconsidered, and, well, the rest is history.
I was raised in a Catholic home. I was an altar boy. I went to Catholic elementary and high school. My mom and dad were active in our church growing up. But somewhere in my mid/late teens they stopped forcing me to go.
Mommyfriend crafted a great post about her return to church with her kids last week, and you should really read it.
This quote stands out:
“I’d never sit behind my computer and tell anyone what they should or shouldn’t be doing for their families. All I can do is share what I’m doing for mine, and church is now one of those things.”
I’m about to go fire and brimstone about why I don’t go to church. Many of you will not agree. I’m not telling you how to live your life, I’m telling you the reasons I use to explain how I live mine. Your mileage may vary, but my kids have never been to church and I don’t plan on taking them. Ever.