I grew up in a Ukrainian Catholic-turned-Christian household, and that is my family's faith.
I was raised into the Romanian Orthodox culture by my parents, and most notably my mother, who is a profoundly religious and spiritual woman.
I was brought up in a Christian home in Australia with a father who was very bold about his faith.
My dad is a preacher. Growing up, I went to church every time the doors were open.
I was raised in a religious environment, and my wife is one of the more religious people that I have ever known.
Keep the fire of your testimony of the restored gospel and your witness of our Redeemer burning so brightly that our children can warm their hands by the fire of your faith.
When fathers are tongue tied religiously with their offspring, need they wonder if their children's hearts remain sin tied?
I've often lost faith in myself, I've never lost it in my family.
There is nothing more important than parents passing on a generational legacy of faith and values to their children.
How precious is the family as the privileged place for transmitting the faith.
My sisters have been baptized and my dad is a deacon at his church now. Sadly my mother passed away but what I can say is that the Jehovah Witnesses took very good care of her up until she died.
When I was a child of six or seven my father would show me the chapter in the prophet Isaiah where the name Immanuel is found; more than once he spoke to me of the faith he put in me.
My own dear mother was a martyr indeed, and it is not to everybody that God grants so easy a way to his great gifts as he did to Hilary and myself, giving us a mother who killed herself with labour and trouble to ensure us keeping the faith.
Several of our children have married outside my faith. Would I prefer they marry within their religion? Yes, because I know that marrying outside the family faith will very likely bring them more problems-but not from me. My job is to accept them and love them, not to criticize them and make their lives more difficult.
I'm raising my family in The Church, and I'm proud of that.
The cry of a baby is God's voice: never drive them away from the church!
I have ignored my health for years, but recent developments have forced me to re-evaluate my priorities of faith and family.
By the blessings of heaven I mean to live and die, please God, in the faith of my mother.
Each of our children during their high school years went to 'early morning seminary' - scripture study classes that met in the home of a church member every school day morning from 6:30 until 7:15.
In my family, we were on again off again Unitarians, partly because my father, raised Roman Catholic, had had enough of church.
I've always been technically a Christian, my Dad and my Mom, they're both Christians.
My own faith was nurtured by my grandmother and her clinging deeply to her faith when she was dying a painful and slow death from cancer.
When men do not love their hearth, nor reverence their thresholds, it is a sign that they have dishonoured both ... Our God is a house-hold God, as well as a heavenly one; He has an altar in every man's dwelling.
All that the future holds in store for each sacred child of God will be shaped by his or her parents, family, friends, and teachers. Thus, our faith now becomes part of our posterity's faith later.
Nowhere else have I grown more in my faith than in the midst of my family.
