My father passed away a short time ago, and I was staying with my mother the past three weeks, helping her with getting his affairs in order, and providing each other with emotional support. Last Sunday, she wanted to go to church, and I attended.
I am an atheist. My mother does not know this; and if all goes to plan she will never know this. The few times I have to be slightly deceptive to her on this subject is far less weighty on my heart than the pain she would feel if she believed I wouldn’t meet her in the afterlife. There is no doubt in my mind on this subject; she must continue to believe I am a Christian, for her emotional well-being.
So we go to church. We went to a non-denominational one that I believe she had attended before. I dressed up in my suit, but I was surprised to see that many people attending were wearing blue jeans.
Church has changed a lot since I last attended; at least this one was different from the last one I was in, many years ago. Big video screens were hanging from the ceiling, showing the bible verses being discussed. This made a whole lot of sense, why should everyone have to bring in a bible themselves?
We took communion. My mother says this isn’t done every week; how often is this typically performed? When we were driving home, my Mom asked if I was hungry, I almost said “No, I just ate the flesh of Christ!” I decided not to. And I’m sorry if that offends anybody reading this, I mean no disrespect.
I’m not really sure what my point is here. I guess I have a couple points to make.
First, I know I have been at best skeptical of religion on the board, and at worst hostile. I see now the comfort that religion is giving my mother in this dark, dark time, and even though I still believe that religion is false I am grateful that my mother has this to help her.
Secondly, I have to admit I wish I had this belief and hope as well, not to mention the sense of community that it gives. I have some close friends, but I don’t feel the community like I think the religious folk do. I’m always hearing of how my relatives are receiving help from their church, and I’m neither giving nor receiving help to and from people like these folks are. Not to mention the idea that there’s someone looking out for me, a very powerful and loving someone.
I salute you religious Dopers. Peace be with you.