Life would be stifling if everyone agreed on everything.
It would. This morning, one of the ladies in my prayer group was talking about her son’s girlfriend’s family (yeah I know, quite a chain ;-), in which no discussion of issues is allowed. The father has his perspective, and that’s it.
In my family, everyone reads except the 5-year-old. Even the 8-year-old reads the Wall Street Journal, and we all hang around talking about it, louder and louder ...
But nobody is kicked out if they disagree. You can always find a point of agreement, if you try ... even if it’s, “Oh, zot, I was your age once ...”. This is how I grew up. My husband had to learn that we could be bringing up all our artillery about tax rates or health insurance policy, but it wasn’t personal.