In my family, my mom was not a church goer but had her own faith, and my father somewhat agnostic.
My parents didn’t object to my visiting a church, or even attending a Sunday school class - because neither were strongly prejudiced against religion - just not very faithful.
My Nana (dad’s mom) was a very evangelical Christian (Full Gospel) and she used to bring me to church without my parents permission all the time. I was not only baptised once, but dozens of times, and they laid hands on me to heal me of everything from the sniffles to a hang nail.
In her belief, the end of the world was coming, and soon (1984 was the date all her books she had said it was - so I would never grow up) - and she would read to me about the mark of the beast, the whore of Babylon, she made sure I knew it was coming soon, and I needed to be saved or I would be left on earth to suffer. I got to hear lovely stories of Abraham bringing his son to the mountain to be sacrificed, babies almost cut in two, that all humans are born evil because of Eve biting an apple, and Satan & God making a bet over Job and all those other lovely biblical stories like that make God look like a real jerk.
My parents had a problem with this obviously because I would have nightmares and became overbearingly guilt ridden even as a preschooler, even though I was not sure it was real because my parents made sure to tell me that Nana’s beliefs were only that, beliefs - and that there was no proof they were real, and my parents told me assuredly that the world would not end in 1984 - and I would see my 14th birthday on earth - and it would not be hell on earth.
Still I had much conflict, because despite my parent’s assurances - I was afraid it was true until I was about 9 years old and my parents has more or less equated my Nana’s belief in God as a grown-up version of an imaginary friend. They more or less had to raise me atheist in order to quell my fears of God.
I still was an overly guilt ridden moralizing child who could not see anything as either black or white, so religion became one of those things that was obviously wrong, and when I had pentecostal friends in grade 6 try to recruit me - I dropped them as friends because they were obviously insane. That year when the bible people came to give out New Testement pocket bibles - I got my dad to write me a note that I didn’t want to take part in it - I had rejected Christianity completely - and I had also rejected my Nana who decided to put her Cancer of the colon in her imaginary friend’s hands instead of the hands of Doctors.
By my teens - my Nana had died and I had become a more of a staunch anti-christian than atheist, because I always still carried a nagging feeling something existed - so I dabbled in learning what Mormonism was, what Buddism was, Pagan beliefs, and just about everything else.
It took me until I was in my late 20’s to settle into a nice agnosticms and stop wondering so much. This is when my parents went back to faith - my father joined the Quaker church - as a liberal non-christian quaker who is more or less agnostic - and my mom went back to the Christianity she had been raised on, and she is now a little too Christian for my liking. This is also when I started seeing the logic of my lack of faith, and became comfortable with my belief that Jesus was just a man if he lived at all/
The way I feel about it is - how can parents teach children that they are born evil and must feel guilt about even existing and live in fear of the punishment of a God if they even doubt the existance of Jesus - even though I know most Christians don’t teach their children a faith of fear like that…
I would like to hope most parents who are Christian and raising their children as such are teaching them in a way which doesn’t do the damage that Christianity did to me by teaching them about a loving good god - but knowing the bible and hearing the hateful rants of christians I have very little faith in some of them doing that.
I still know if I had decided to be a parent, I would have tried to be tolerant, I may have been very intolerant atheist teaching a child that Christians were hateful & brain-washed through my actions not words, even if I hadn’t meant to just because my own experience with faith was so negative.
I even find it hard that my sister who has far less memories of Nana allows my nieces to go to Sunday school & bible camp, and that my half brother is Christian. I tried to keep my tounge tied around them & my mom, but when they ask me about religion - I feel I must be honest and tell them I don’t believe - but it still bothers me that they think I am going to hell because of this - because there is and always be a rift between us because the faithful often look down upon those who don’t believe as if they deserve suffering because of a belief - and those who are not often look upon those with faith as somewhat succeptible to indoctornation.