My parents couldn't really have told me much about it, and I probably wouldn't have listened anyway. My dad was only a nominal Christian (he became an actual believer late in life, after I was grown and had left home), and mom was a Jewish convert, but not so much an actual follower as a fan of the culture and traditions. I found Christ in late childhood, wandered away during my teen years, and returned to the fold all on my own (with His guidance of course).
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
You can't rely no more to be standing around waiting
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
And there's a slow, slow train coming up around the bend.