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I have no idea how religious my dad was, I can barely remember when he and my mom were married. I know he's a born-again Christian, like me, so that's that. I wouldn't call my mom uber religious (though some of my friends do). She would never have dreamed of not letting her religion influence me and my siblings. We've gone to the same church since before my brother was born, so a lot of people there know us (some feel more like extended family then my real extended family). I grew up watching people praise a certain way, 'go down' in church, lay hands when a member was sick, speak in tongues...
My mom also talked to us about certain things like praying to be born-again, and how the Bible's 100% true. By the time I learned about evolution, it seemed like more of a fairy-tale then the Bible (it still does sometimes). We had a lot of long discussions about things, and usually the problems of the world came back to how man has sin nature which causes him to do horrible things. When things went wrong we'd pray about it, and things like our behavior usually went back to what the Lord would want. Because I had Asperger's, the people who held significantly different beliefs weren't real to me until a certain age. I may have met them before that, but they didn't share their beliefs with me.
Now my brother's getting a pastoral degree, my mom's supporting my delving into religion by getting me books about the Bible and Christianity and it's relation to the world, and my sister...well she's impatient to become really close to the Lord, and have a revelation.

My background is very religious. I had a great grandfather that could heal wounds by placing his hand over it and saying a Bible verse. Though I never met the man, I have family members that are still living that witnessed this first-hand. My grandfather became a minister for the Methodist Church after receiving what he described as "the Call" in his early 20's while working on an oil rig. He was the last person anyone in my town would have thought to become a minister.

My Dad is a faithful United Methodist and my mom was a Catholic that converted to my Dad's faith after marrying my Dad. After my Dad's accident I seriously questioned my religion. Mom wasn't very religious but who could blame her. It was a miracle she lived for as long as she did after my Dad's accident and she could only leave the house so much.

Anyway to keep the story short I learned about Christian Gnosticism and had an experience that confirmed this religion for me.

My dad was raised in a very strict Lutheran family and my mom was raised with no religion at all.
My dad rebelled against his religion and mostly abandoned it when he left home and my mom picked up some Christian beliefs.
By the time I was around, we called ourselves "Christian", but we never went to church and I knew almost nothing about my religion.
By the time I was probably about ten my dad decided we should start going to church. We ended up at Willow Creek for a few years if any of you guys have heard of it. Illinois people probably will have.
I stopped going. I hated it.

My parents divorced last year and when my dad left my mom explored several new religions. A little bit about Buddhism and Hinduism and some obscure stuff. Haha, because of her, I know all about how to communicate with fairies. She's a very spiritual person and is convinced that my atheism is a phase.

My dad who, since I've known what it meant, has considered himself Christian got a girlfriend who has huge biases against Christianity. I don't know if she's an atheist. But she said some very critical things about some very fundamental parts of Christianity last time I talked to her about it. Suddenly my dad doesn't consider himself a Christian any more. Idiot. >_<
I don't like my dad. ._.

My family backgrounud is not particularly religious.
My dad is Catholic and my Mom is Jewish but very Reform. We celerate Passover and The High Holidays and Chanukah but also Christmas. We never even went to Temple when it wasn't the High Holidays or someone's Bar Mitzvah.

My educational background is very religious. I have been in Jewish schools for over 9 years. I am fluent in conversational Hebrew and I am knowledgeable about Tanakh, Talmud, Judaics, Jewish History, Israel, and much more.

My genetic background is very religious. OCD is hereditary, and my OCD gives me a little known obsession called Scrupulosity, with predisposes me to be obsessively religious and ethical.



Between these three backgrounds I ended up religious.

Same paternal religion!
High five! XD

I come from an incredibly secular background. My mom was raised Catholic, my dad was raised Lutheran, and they eventually found what is not my home church, which is United Methodist.

Growing up, we never went to church. I sang in the children's choir at church because I liked singing and it was free, but when we would sing in the service, we would leave as soon as we were done singing. Eventually I wanted to start attending the youth group in middle school, and I finally started attending Sunday school and Sunday service my junior year of high school. I came to my faith almost entirely by myself and we didn't own a Bible until my best friend gave me one when I went through confirmation.

Cradle Catholic here.

My grandparents on my Mom's side were very religious, and my grandmother on my dad's side was very religious. Both of my parents were raised Catholic, and they stuck with it their whole lives. My sister and I were both baptized into the Church and we attended Church every Sunday growing up. We also had to attend Sunday school until we reached Middle School age.

My sister got very involved with the high school youth group, so by the time I was old enough to attend the junior high youth group, my sister was involved in putting on some of our events. That's what got me to start going to retreats, which got me involved in the high school youth group when I was old enough.

After I got into middle school, my parents backed off a bit, as far as me being Catholic is concerned. They always made sure to ask me if I wanted to attend the youth group events and made sure I had a ride if I did want to go, but they never pressured me into attending. When it came time for my confirmation, they never even had a chance to ask me if I wanted to be confirmed. I decided I wanted to do it myself when they mentioned the classes at youth group, and I came home and told my parents, "I'm doing this."


Basically, my parents gave me a good foundation of religion up to age 12, then let me decide how much of that religion I wanted to participate in.