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Pup7
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You have no idea who or how devout either of my parents are or were.
You’re wrong, for the record - since not all Baptists are that disrespectful.
I’m 44. When I told my mother, who is 84, that I was converting, she told me, “Did you hear the shouting? Your dad must’ve yelled he finally got one.”.
So no, no fights. We grew up surrounded by all faiths and traditions at military chapels all over the US.
Some people actually do know respect. Some of us were taught it. Don’t assume your thoughts are accurate.
This was all edifying for me at retirement, when in NC I saw how ignorant people can be. And I could handle it.
A serious Christian respects the faiths of others.
My mother looked into converting at one point and decided it wasn’t for her. As my dad left this world she would not leave the nurse’s station until the priest arrived for my father’s final rites. She sat with him as the priest carried them out, holding a very still hand. She had his rosary placed in his hands in the casket and another one of flowers on the lid as it was lowered into the ground at Arlington.
She did not agree with his beliefs. She loved and respected him, and thus also his beliefs.
My mom and I have had some wonderful conversations during my journey to the Church. “Keep doing what you’re doing - you do what is right for you, and don’t let anyone change your mind. This is for you, not them.” Her words, not mine.
I’m not concerned with what you believe you know. I know what I saw, what I was taught, and what they lived - and what she continues to teach me now.
You’re wrong, for the record - since not all Baptists are that disrespectful.
I’m 44. When I told my mother, who is 84, that I was converting, she told me, “Did you hear the shouting? Your dad must’ve yelled he finally got one.”.
Some people actually do know respect. Some of us were taught it. Don’t assume your thoughts are accurate.
This was all edifying for me at retirement, when in NC I saw how ignorant people can be. And I could handle it.
A serious Christian respects the faiths of others.
My mother looked into converting at one point and decided it wasn’t for her. As my dad left this world she would not leave the nurse’s station until the priest arrived for my father’s final rites. She sat with him as the priest carried them out, holding a very still hand. She had his rosary placed in his hands in the casket and another one of flowers on the lid as it was lowered into the ground at Arlington.
She did not agree with his beliefs. She loved and respected him, and thus also his beliefs.
My mom and I have had some wonderful conversations during my journey to the Church. “Keep doing what you’re doing - you do what is right for you, and don’t let anyone change your mind. This is for you, not them.” Her words, not mine.
I’m not concerned with what you believe you know. I know what I saw, what I was taught, and what they lived - and what she continues to teach me now.