This post is part of our month-long series featuring different ways that parents have talked to their kids about God.
I was raised in an Orthodox Jewish home, but I studied physics in college and stopped believing in God. The universe seemed wondrous enough without inventing miracles.
I married a biologist who believed in Darwin. He didn’t object to raising our children Jewish, as long as I didn’t expect them to take the bible literally. When our son, Noah, was born, I decided that the wisest approach to his education–both secular and religious–was to teach him to rely on empathy, logic, common sense, and love. Above all, I vowed never to lie to him, or expect him to put his faith in anything I didn’t trust myself. Read more →