We don’t talk too much about religion anymore. My family seems to have reached peace about what it means to be “not religious” and our place in the world. It’s been a while since my boys have come home with war stories of religion debates. They seem to just accept others and accept how others view them.
My older son has a friend whom I am pretty certain will grow up to be a successful preacher. He tells my kid that one day he will believe in god. I hear my son chuckle and just take it in stride, “Sure, Sam,” he says, “Whatever you want to believe.” When I give this boy a ride home, he spends the whole time preaching. My son doesn’t try to debate him anymore; he just listens and smiles. I think he’s just amused at the boy’s persistence. To me, this is what peace sounds like.
