When my son was in high school, the wife of one of his baseball coaches passed away in her thirties, leaving her husband with four young children. The Catholic funeral was packed with people, literally standing room only. The Mass was beautiful, moving, and also heartbreaking. And I had an important revelation.

Even though I attended a Methodist church with my family when growing up, I have not belonged to any church since graduating high school. And I didn’t raise my children in a church either; however, I did send them both to religious schools. I felt like the education provided was better than the local alternative, and I appreciated the focus on character and values. But that didn’t mean I raised them in a religious household.

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