Me folks taught me nuttin cuz they knew nuttin.
Dad was raised, kinda, in a methodist home but doubt it was even very methodist.
Mom was in a Christian church.
Never a missionary in the church that I remember.
Never heard the gospel there, when a teen went to an Easter film and wondered what Christ did to get Himself dun in.
Sr. year of high school met a Bible church gal and was introduced to the Bible, salvation and missions in that order and been missions minded all my life since.
My parents taught me to drink and curse, Thank you Jesus for saving and teaching me that evanglism is one of the maost important things I can do. Even if it's not full time, I try to go visit when ever I can and go on short mission trips at least once a year. also we make sandwiches and go and pass them out to the homeless in our area, we try to go once a week, and most important share the gospel.
My parents became Christians when I was a pre-schooler.
So, they were relatively young in the faith as I was growing up.
They stressed personal evangelism--but the missions & global emphasis was later on, as they matured.
A fun thing we used to do (I was 4th or 5th grade):
We got a globe out, spun the globe, and I closed my eyes and put my finger on a spot (being as the oceans, Antarctica, and Greenland aren't really "available," it took several tries sometimes).
When I hit a valid spot, we would pray that week for the people of that area, and our missions efforts there (if any existed).
With the internet today...one could take it a step further and actually find out what is going on with Christianity/evangelism in said locales.
True story:
One evening, I put my finger on (at the time) Czechoslovakia.
I prayed for the people there, and asked God to send someone to minister to them.
11 years later--I was among the first Americans to enter a free Czecholsovakia (fall of the Iron Curtain).
And 20 years later--I was privileged to go there on a mission trip.
Funny how God answers prayers, decades down the line.