But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
Did you read the quote above? Did you read the one up there?
Huh? Did you? Take a glance at it before you continue.
You read it? OK. Here it goes:
My darling little daughter asked the other day:
Mommy, is Jesus real?
(Ha! It's Mommy's turn to get some tough questions from the kids!)
Mommy replies: Well, for some people Jesus is real-- and for some, Jesus is like Santa Clause.
(Mommy phrased her answer this way because recently she told our daughter that Santa Clause is not real.)
Then our precious little four-year-old cutie digs even deeper:
Mommy . . . do we believe in Jesus? I don't think we do . . . do we?
Uh -- we'll have to talk about that another time, sweetie.
I find the fact interesting that my daughter asked if we believed in Jesus-- as if she is trying to fit in socially. Sort of like sitting at a dinner table watching everyone else while you try to figure out which fork to use for the salad.
She wouldn't know or think to believe in Jesus except that someone introduce her to the whole idea (read: daycare staff & grandparents). Just as you don't really think about a salad fork-- until you notice that you have two slightly different forks at the table. Which fork should you use?
Our daughter knows that we don't attend church regularly and that we do not insert ideas about God and Jesus into our nurturing-- unlike the daycare staff and grandparents. She notices this and she wants to fit in with us at home, too, apart from the religious indoctrination she faces.
People who believe their faith should spread tend to reach out to children. And parents who don't participate in the indoctrination process often receive a stern warning from believers in the form of the above quote.
The indoctrination process seems mindless and automatic to me. And the stern warnings sometimes come across as a cruel scare tactic.
My wife and I don't want our daughter to be helplessly enveloped by this process of indoctrination. We want her to be able to choose for herself with wide open eyes.
And honestly, I don't think my wife and I are the kind of parents that deserve to be drowned with millstones around our necks.