I just had a mind blowing conversation with my fundamental christian mother. We discussed the bible, evolution, the universe, and other light subjects.
She tearfully admitted that she does not believe the bible to be infallible. She said that it was obviously, "too full of man".
She politely asked me to stop because I was, "crumbling the last foundations of her faith".
I informed her that I wasn't attempting to do that, but that I was glad she was willing to talk about it with me.
I never thought this day would come.
She told me that she thought I was very intelligent and thoughtful and that she admired me.
Up until today, I was only described as wayward and sinful.
Oh, happy day!
Ahh nice. My mom is just a conformist that wishes I were a conformist.
That's awesome, thankfully my parents have always been supportive but we've had minor disagreements over the decades.
Reuniting and drawing closer together is awesome, I'm glad and impressed you did so with a fundamentalist parent!
I hope your mother realizes that she does not need a false belief to be a good person and a loving mother. She's perfect without any need for any god. Let her know that being the great mother she is makes her special, period.
I am so happy for you, for both of you. Such an emotional thing.
Nice. I never had such talks. My family was never big on god.
Ask her this question, "Faith is what let you believe Santa Claus was real. Should adults use the same method (faith) to believe god is real? Or anything?"
This doesn't happen often so well done to you and your mom!
That’s awesome!! The door is open for further conversations!
Excellent! My Christian mother once made an odd remark, long after I was an adult, regarding religion. That remark (don't remember what it was) caused me to ask her outright if she believed that Jesus Christ was her lord and savior. She said "no" and when I said something about her not being a Christian she was quick to tell me "Of course I'm a Christian". No wonder I'm a non-believer.
Congratulations! I somewhat know the feeling as I have seen a few people crumble as a result of similar discussions with me. This reminds me of a long series of discussions I had with a hard core Catholic who asserted (among other things) "All gays should be placed on a small island so god can kill them." After dozens of hours over many weeks, the day after I changed tactics and decided to complement him on every one of his positive attributes; the conclusion of that session he left assuring me he would carefully examine my points. The next day I found him in a corner of the stairway going down to the men's health center (higher priced luxury locker room) at the YMCA (my theist hunting ground). He was curled in the fetal position and supported by the two concrete walls. I decided not to debate him that day.
I've noticed that sometimes planting seeds works wonders.