I am indeed confronted with individuals unexposed to traditional religion. I confront them every day. They are my children.

How do I teach my children humanism? Well, I don't do it by running down religions they have never heard about. I don't do it by exposing them to the varieties of religious experience. Instead, I expose them to the varieties of worldly experience. My children, ages four and five, already enjoy travel, pictures, movies, music, people, animals, flowers, daydreams, stories, words, numbers, shapes, colors, and the joy of learning. I want them to live the good life envisioned by humanism, to experience the promise first hand. That's why, when I asked my eldest daughter, Livia, what the praying hands in front of the Oral Roberts medical complex were doing, she exclaimed, "They're clapping!"

Are my children humanists yet? Time will tell, but other humanist parents I know who have used a similar approach have been pleased with the results. And the implication is clear. The promise of humanism is a good life here and now.

Source: The Promise of Humanism, an essay by Fred Edwords, Editor, The Humanist