Let the Church Say Amen!
When it came to religion in my household growing up, no one ever discussed it with me one way or another. We prayed Muslim prayers and I knew that my parents had been practicing Muslims long before I had come along, but that was it.
When I was in the 5th grade I met my best friend and became a fixture in her family’s life as well as their home. Her grandmother’s name was Madea (literally) and she had us at church without fail. On Sundays, we would get to church early and leave late and on Wednesdays we were front and center for bible study. God forbid there was an Easter program or some other special event going on; it felt like we would never leave. Looking back, our churchgoing habits were tiring and we were far from enthused about being there, but it’s exactly what we needed. Years later when life was kicking me in my butt, hard, I would reach back to scriptures I had jotted down in my bible as a child. I held on to the feelings of hope and peace they gave me.
I never would have known how much the sermons I sat through as an adolescent would affect me 15 to 20 years later when I was lost and drowning in the reality and hardships of life. As a mother, I woke up one day and realized that my children’s salvation depended on me introducing them to God and spirituality. Nothing warms my heart more now than to see them bow their heads before eating no matter who is present or where they are. It was important to me that my children knew there was a force far greater than them to which they can look to for all their needs. We don’t attend church every Sunday, but when we go, we are taking in every moment as a family, and I’m hoping that seeds are being planted that my son and daughter will look back on later in life.
How important is it to you that your children have a spiritual sense and knowledge?
Words By: Sid Powell