When I was a child, my parents agreed that I ought to be raised in a … hmm … “thoughtful community interested in matters of the spirit”?? “Church” is easier to say, but harder to implement. Dad was an atheist, Mom was a believer, so I of course was an agnostic. MPC is a wonderful place to grow and learn, but I had friends with all-or-nothing views of religion. John Hadsell, especially, helped me through my youthful theological crises engendered by narrow-minded boyfriends.
As an adult, I’ve been away from MPC for more than 25 years, and searching everywhere for something that works as well. Liberal Episcopalian? Not bad, especially at Easter. Defensive Unitarian in an ultra-conservative town? Not quite. Bible-belt Presbyterian? Shudder.
During this time, I met many folks with restrictive views of what religion could (or could not be). My friends told tales of desperate searches for meaning, after abandoning the churches of their youth. I wished everyone could be raised in MPC. Now my son will be raised as I was, and I’m thrilled.