I had a conversation with my mother today.
She was criticizing the phrase “People kill each other over fairy tales” because to her, not all creation stories are myths.
I asked, in a condescending tone reminiscent of tweenage- “but you don’t believe that Adam and Eve were real people do you?”
So then, onto evolution and creation.
Finally she asked, “but don’t you believe the Bible is the word of God?”
Then more questions.
“Who do you say Jesus is?
“Do you think you are smarter than so many people before?
“How do you think Paul read the Bible? Didn’t he see Jesus?
“Do you think that the world is only material? That there is nothing else but matter? That you have no soul?
It was a respectful conversation; she really wanted to know. My imagination had prepared me for something horrible, but my mother was very calm.
She said that everyone is on a journey, and we are all at different stages. Then she complimented me on my recent gains in confidence.