What's it like having a strong atheist for a father?
Just got an email from a reader, who's read a bit of my site and a bit of dad's? Here's the core question:
Is it difficult having an atheist dad when you're at seminary? Do you get into arguments all the time, or do you just not talk about it much?
So I'll write about that later, since it's now bedtime, but what do you folks think it might be like?
[Edit] So here's my take. It's really no big deal. Dad and I get into challenging discussions from time to time, and that's often fun. I should say that one of the big moments in my religious development was the realization that I didn't have to have spiritual feelings reasoned out to the point that they could withstand a rationalist critique from dad. It's what they call "apophatic" or "negative theology", in which the "I don't know for sure" statements are the room in which faith blooms. At the same time, this doesn't mean that I've abrogated my sense of reason, but that it's only one of the tools in the chest.
I certainly don't try to convert dad. That would be a violation of our relationship. I'm not concerned about his salvation or anything like that, either, because his will is his own and his spiritual or philosophical self is his own. I'll answer questions if he asks, and we'll get into discussions on the politics of the church and my vocational progress, but neither of us tries to convert the other. Neither do we belittle, reject, or dismiss each other. I pray for him. We share news and music and delight in Tommy, his grandson and my nephew. We get along.

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