So my boss has this great story about Uncle Matty when he was a little kid and the one time she took him to church. While at a grocery store he overheard someone mention Jesus. Apparently this was not the first time Little Matty overheard this name. He turned to his Mom and loud enough for everyone to hear, and for her to be completely embarrassed, he innocently asked
"Mom, who is this Jesus guy anyways?"
She took him straight to church after that one.
With Easter right around the corner and a recent Momversations episode it brought to mind religion. Religion is not super extremely a part of our everyday. I don't go to church on Sundays. But it was a big factor in my first marriage ending. (I think no matter what your religion is marrying a Jehovah Witness is just not a good idea)
I was raised Catholic, went to Catechism classes, had my sacraments up to confirmation. When I was in high school we had to go to church every Sunday. Joey on the other hand went with his Grandma to walk his cousins to Catechism classes but didn't get to go. He was baptized but that's where his commitment to the Catholic Church ends. When The Phi was in utero we decided to raise her Catholic. We chose her a pair of kick ass god-parents. Had her baptized and even sent her off to Catholic school. She knows the "Our Father"(even though when she recites it, it somehow turns into the Pledge of Allegiance) and how to make the sign of the cross. Before meals she sometimes will say "God is great, God is Good. Thank you God for the food". Joey and I are also god-parents to our niece Lili (and are lined up to be Felix's god-parents). We love our role, but I think the only time we ever stepped foot in a church with Lili was on her baptism day. We see the god-parent role more as a guide, someone to come to for advice and someone who makes you feel a little bit extra-special. Who takes you to parks and museums.
Well what we lack in religious education The Phi is apparently getting at school. We all know she is at that wonderful age where everything out of her mouth is a question. Lately she has been trying to figure out God.
"Mom did God make this wall?"
"Mom did God make you and me and Poppa?"
"Mom did God make my bike?"
I have been kind of torn on how to answer her. Sometimes I say "yes he did" and sometimes I say, "no a kid in a sweatshop made your shoes". I think all I am going to do is confuse her.
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