Thank you for posting this. You and I have had some pretty extensive talks about this in the past. I never really appreciated what my dad went through for us as a family when I was a kid. I was angry that he was always angry. I was angry that we didn't and couldn't have the things my friends had. I was angry because I didn't get to do what my friends were doing a lot of the times. I was angry because I was being held to a standard given to me in a situation which I didn't choose to be in.
Since, I have realized that I was being a selfish little fucker. My dad was always angry because he was under a tremendous amount of stress. I realized that the reason we didn't have much is because my dad consciously made a decision to preach at small churches because he wanted to know his members on a very personal level (hence the low pay). I realized that he didn't let me do everything I wanted because he was constantly afraid that he would have to move the family yet again if we fucked up. I realized that I was put in a position I didn't choose to be in because it would eventually bring me to a position in my life where I understood certain things that would affect me being a better parent in the long term. But, most of all I realized that my dad went through hell for us, and all of the things I was mad at him about were things he did to make our lives easier, and still be able to follow the calling he felt led towards.
What it led to as far as where I ended up on the religion thing is an entirely different subject, but it did lead me to be a better person. And, for that, I'm eternally grateful to my dad and all he did for us.
Anyway, this is probably more than any of you cared to hear, but I felt I should post it.