My dad used to sit me on his knee and read from the Bible to us. We were a praying family. Ours was a family of love and a family of prayer.
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I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
My mother was a Sunday school teacher. So I am a byproduct of prayer. My mom just kept on praying for her son.
My father was the center of the family, and everyone tried to please him.
My father used to see God in human beings and in his work. Each person has his own way.
My dad was a pastor, so we were in church all the time.
My dad was a very straight arrow, prayed-at-every-meal kind of guy.
My dad was a Muslim and would pray five times a day. I would pray with him as much as I could, in the morning before school. Sometimes he would tell us moralistic tales about genies, magic carpets and wondrous lands. My mother is not religious - she's just English.
I grew up in a somewhat religious family. My dad's family isn't religious at all, but my mom's side of the family is, so I was exposed to church a bit.
My whole damn family was nice. I don't think I've imagined it. It's true. Maybe it has to do with being brought up as Christian Scientists. Half of my relatives were Readers or Practitioners in the church.
When I think of how we show faith, I cannot help but think of the example of my own father. I recall vividly how the spirit of missionary work came into my life. I was about thirteen years of age when my father received a call to go on a mission.
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