Sometimes I worry a little about the fact that we don’t provide our kids any religious education. But inadvertently, we did, when we sent them to day camp for a week last summer at the Baptist church across the street (Hey, it’s across the street, cheap, and their friends go there!). They didn’t say a whole lot about it at the time, even when pressed, and I haven’t thought about it since. But Connor has.
I got in the car this morning with the kids and turned it on, and commented something about how alarming it is to turn the car on and be shouted at by a.m. radio (Leo was probably listening to a game the night before). This conversation ensued:
Jamie: What’s a.m. radio?
Sarah: (vague explanation about airwaves) So a.m. radio is mostly talk, about sports, politics, and god.
Connor: I think God is interesting.
S: Not when people on a.m. radio talk about him.
(Sarah reconsiders snarky comment, decides to be a better parent)
S: Connor, what do you find interesting about God?
C: He has a sword that comes out of his mouth.
S: Wow, I didn’t know that. Where did you see that?
C : At camp. Before we started, every day we would go to this… ummm…
J: God place.
C: Yeah, the God place. And they would tell us what God looks like, and heaven. And they said God has some sort of a sword that comes out of his mouth.
J: And the streets are paved with real gold. (Jamie is impressed by wealth.)
So there you have it. We’re providing them with a solid religious foundation.
