What did the faith of your childhood look like?
I was raised in a conservative Southern Baptist Church, then my parents got the Holy Spirit (as they say), and became charismatic, but they kept their Southern Baptist theology and sensibilities. When I was seventeen, I went to Moody Bible Institute in order to train to be a missionary.
There was a darker side too, which I reflected on when I wrote Healing Spiritual Wounds. My father was violent, and he often used passages from the Bible to buttress the abuse.
What is the kind of faith you’d like to pass to your children, and how does that look differently than your own childhood faith?
One of my earliest memories was when my mother left me at the grocery store—for hours. She went home and started cooking dinner, and didn’t realize that I was missing until a neighbor brought me home. That episode followed a series of regular threats from my dad that he was going to leave us. So I always had a fear of abandonment.
My childhood faith exacerbated that terror because it was passed along to me with threats of hell and promises of shunning if I veered from the fundamentals of our church’s beliefs. My fear of abandonment passed from my parents to God.
So, I want to instill in my daughter that God will love her, no matter what she accomplishes, believes, or does not believe. God will surround her and hold her.
Unfundamentalist parenting addresses the intersectional oppressions of gender inequality, racial inequality, and homophobia. How do you approach this in your parenting?
My husband, Brian Merritt, started a Justice and Peace Center five years ago, so my daughter has been raised around Occupy radicals, feminists, vegans, environmentalists, ex-convicts, and trans women. We are in Appalachia, so she understands poverty. We attend an African American Church, and her godfather is gay. So, I suppose it’s learning by immersion. Almost everyone surrounding her, other than her relatives, is teaching her about intersectionality.Now she’s sixteen, so she often teaches me, pointing out my blind spots and helping me be more compassionate.
A lot of my readers want to parent in more progressive faith but are concerned with grandparents who are more conservative – how do we cultivate that grandparent relationship while keeping toxic theology away from the kids?
The grandparent relationship has been a challenge. My parents always lived far away, and my household was turbulent when I was growing up. So when my father was alive, I didn’t allow my daughter to be at my parents’ home without me. I was sad that I didn’t have that family support system whom I could rely upon, but I think it helped in the long run.
My mom understands that I’m raising my daughter differently. Mom has her own rules in her home, which we respect. She occasionally tells my daughter, “I know your mother allows that, but I do not.” But she does not undermine us, for the most part.
There are things that I don’t allow in our interactions with my family—racism, sexism, and homophobia—and I am very vocal about that. I used to let it slide, but after a lot of therapy, I learned that it was best just to point it out and tell people what I thought. Unfortunately, I think that’s caused a bit of a rift with parts of our family, especially in the age of Trump.
But we have time, parts of our family have changed, and we can keep working on mending fences while holding to what we believe. I always try to think about nieces, nephews, grandnieces, and grandnephews. I want them to know that they have an outlier auntie upon whom they can rely if they get pregnant or fear coming out of the closet.
What are your favorite rituals to do with your children that help nurture their spirituality?
Daily walks have been a central aspect of my spirituality for a while. Now my daughter walks with me each evening.
What have you learned about God through your children?
When I held my daughter in my arms for the first time, she was grasping at the air and could not lift her head on her own neck. She had not done a single thing to deserve my love, and yet, I was flooded with it. I knew at that instant that no matter what she did in her life, I would love her. Somehow feeling that love made me understand how God loved me, and I could finally let go of that fear and sense of abandonment.
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