The statistics are clearly in my favor. An overwhelming majority of children adopt the religion of their parents. So I shouldn’t worry. It is highly probable that my son Nathanael will grow up in some sense a Christian. But I still worry, mainly because I am not satisfied with him being a Christian “in some sense.” Mindful of Kierkegaard’s critique of Christendom, I’d almost rather that he be no Christian than an indifferent Christian. I want him to embrace Christianity as a faith by which to live and for which to die.
But how do I pass on that kind of faith? The question is gnawing at me daily, though it bites the strongest during the high seasons of the church calendar such as Advent and Lent, when we concentrate on the mysteries that lie at the heart of our faith—God’s coming into the world and the Lamb’s taking away the sins of the world.