Why I want to raise a spiritual child even though I don't have a faith of my own
SHEVONNE HUNT
Last updated 14:53 16/10/2016
I wasn't raised with any particular religion. I was christened, but all that remains of that christening are some blurry sepia toned photos of me in a long white gown in the arms of my god parent.
I've spent most of my adult life surrounded by people with a healthy skepticism of religion. (Not least of whom is my husband, a vehement atheist). My fascination with spirituality feels like a dirty secret, one that would be met with rolled eyes and cynical guffaws.
But it's something I've wondered about for a long time. What is it like to believe in a God? To believe there is a purpose to everything we do? To have a rock when the world gets unsteady?
It's very difficult to explore these ideas when you can't follow through on anything. Whatever religion I looked into – Hinduism, Christianity, Buddhism, Judaism… there was always an ultimate leap of faith I couldn't take. There's a kernel of scepticism lodged deep in my heart that I can't remove.
http://www.stuff.co.nz/southland-times/life-style/85391819/Why-I-want-to-raise-a-spiritual-child-even-though-I-don-t-have-a-faith-of-my-own
