Did your parents push religion?

Yeah, for a short while. But my mom is the kind of catholic who only calls on god when she needed her ass saved or she wants something.
I liked going to mass on sunday, not for the religion, and I dont believe you should congregate to pray, but the ceremony of it all.
I am a witch, a solitary one at that, have been since I was 16 and my mom tried to make me go to sunday school. It did not fare well.
lol the teacher said I was combative. I left the classroom and smoked a joint behind the hall.

 

Id say it's a parent having her child go to a school in which she believes the child would receive a better education, due in part to ignorance and to traditional habit.
I never once went to church on Sunday, never said prayer at home, and never spoke about God with my mom until I was well over 20 years old.

 

eh, not really. i mean my dad took me to church while growing up. he's catholic...growing up majority of my neighborhood friends went to one of the churches in the area - either Gatey, St. Brigid's, or St. Augustine's. i've gone to all 3. i never was confirmed or did anything to actually become part of the church, i just went to the sunday and holiday mass they would hold.

my mom worked at a book store and she always brought home books on other religions, so i read them, so by the time i got to high school, - i left the public schools for a better school system, i really wasn't that much into Catholicism, but i had 4 years of classes to go through, plus all the mass' across the street at the main church in boston, at the cathedral.

i ended up having a really cool religion teacher who pushed me to find my own way, instead of pushing what he was teaching.

my nephews father wants to get him(my nephew) baptised, for the only reason is that its his families tradition. he doesn't attend church - never really had gone to church growing up. so it makes absolutely no sense to me to get the child baptised. my sister was against it...dunno where she stands now. she doesn't attend church either.

 

no my parents didn't. both of my parents were raised Catholic.. and my mom (who raised us) decided she wasn't forcing us into any religion. she speaks openly about how fucked up she thinks the Catholic church is and how much she hated going to Catholic school as a kid. I don't really know.

all I know is that I'm pretty much the only person who can't go up and eat that communion bread at church. !!!

 

Yes, especially my mom did push us a bit. As a kid I believed it, since everyone (most of family, schoolfriends, neighbourhood) around me seemed to accept the bible as the truth so I'd obviously just go with it. Then in my adolescent years I found it all extremely rubbish and love to rebel and provoke, hehe. I still did go to some kind of christian youth club till my 15th or something, as a compromis with my parents for not having to go to church. I still feel sorry for that clubleader since I was there disturbing the peace with all other local adolescents (much more fun as going to church ). I think it was around my 18th or something when I started to learn respect for other people's believe and also stopped having a grudge against my mom's christian blathering. After all she honestly believes she has to save my heretic soul.

 

haha Relayer, you do not seem like a Catholic school boy!

 

i loved my catholic school. it didn't have uniforms when i went, now it does

 

I know
But I looked like one and acted like one until I reached 12 yeard old.
Then I started being bad!

 

Negative. Never. They were both quite indifferent, except from my father insisting that I be confirmed, which I reluctantly did (with an atheistic group and mainly for the money.)

I've had a negative attitude towards religion ever since I was 7 years old and my teacher told the class that "foreign people are very nice, but they worship false idols."

 

Never mentioned it.I went to a non denominational church 'till about 6th grade because there were some foxy girls that went.I still cringe when I hear anyone singing "bringin' in the sheaves'!

 

Not really. My parents take me to the temple sometimes but it's not really practical. I was raised with a religion and I believe in it; I know my parents wouldn't be happy if I denounced my faith but they wouldn't force me. We have a little temple downstairs and we're supposed to light the incense n do the Chalisa after showering but we don't always. xD

 

No, they didn't.

 

Well, on my Mother's side, they were not really into religion. My Grandfather was athiest but only talked about religion if he was debating something, heh, my Grandmother never talked about religion...

On my Father's side, they were VERY religious. My Grandmother was very a strict babtist, she never wore make up, jewelery always wore long dresses flat heels.

My Aunts and Uncles... they are (Baptist) Church going people, but hypicritical as hell.... they are always pressing their religion. They flipped out when I was attending Pentecostal church.

They REALLY chewed me out when they heard I was studying Buddhism.

 

My mother did, and I can only thank her for that.

Made me question everything that has to do with religion and come up with my own conclusions and improve on them from a very young age.

 

Yes, I was pushed into it early on with I was a child. Sunday services and bible study through out the week. I was never truly into it though. After I was about 16 my parents stop making me go to church, they could tell I couldn't stand sitting in an auditorium listens to a pastors bullshit errr sermon.

 

I used to go to some tent revivals to see people floppin' around and blabbering nonsense.Great and cheap entertainment.They didn't much appreciate my friends and I sitting in the back laughing tho.Ahhh-those were the days.(of course I was a young smart-ass )

 

I went to church twice a week and Sunday school until I was 10. A month later I asked why we stopped going. My mom said 'really honey do you honestly believe Jesus rose up from the dead? Religion was just made by a bunch of men who needed control over their people'.
It was pretty traumatic as we were very religious.

 

Mother tried to push it, I pushed back harder.
My grandfather's a hardcore atheist, in the Richard Dawkins mould, so his support was helpful.

 

Yes. They raised me as a strict catholic and until I was sixteen, I was happy to sing in the choir, be an altarboy and believe.

Then, my parents broke up, I started to ask God some questions, saw organised religion for what it is and stopped practising. I still do believe in God. I'm glad they brought me up the way they did. I think that it helped to teach me right from wrong.

I'm not saying that it's the only way to do that, but it worked for me.

When I was older and started to question things, my mom never really pushed me to believe; she left me to make my own mind up.

 

My mother was one of those "Christians" that is only a Christian to help her sleep better at night. Obviously, it would be too much effort for her to push it on her children. We did go to church, maybe, a handful of times, and on occasion before supper, we would say the "God is good god is great thank you for the food on our plate" grace.

I didn't know shiznit about our self-proclaimed Lutheran religion, and she still doesn't.