Everything was fine for a few Sundays until one day, he firmly announced that the other children attended church with their parents, and he was not going again unless his mother and I went, too. Well, we were surprised to say the least, but we realized that we had been at fault. So we started attending confirmation classes and joined the church and entered into all of its activities. And now we have another son, David, and the four of us look forward to attending church on Sunday mornings.
I hardly agree with the slogan that “The family that prays together, stays together.” I strive to teach my children that God is not a divine Santa Claus, and that in their prayers they should not give orders but, ah, rather should report for duty.