When Christianity was over for my mother

I just got off the phone, having talked with my mother at length about, mostly, Christianity.  I don't know how we got on the topic but it was a great conversation. It was nice to talk about something on an intellectual level, for a change, instead of whatever has gone wrong with whomever in the family.  I cannot believe what she just told me.  She asked me if she ever told me when she knew Christianity was over for her.  She hadn't, and I was afraid of what I was going to hear.  

My mother was born and raised in the Bible Belt, in Tennessee.  Her father, who I never met, was a lay Baptist preacher and, by all accounts, a horrible human being.  He was an alcoholic and was abusive to a degree from which my mother has never really recovered.  By chance when I was pregnant with my son, I told her I was thinking of naming him Luke.  She said, "Luke is not a good name for your son.  My father's name was Luke.  I don't want to have to say it,"  That is all I know about my grandfather.

I had always thought that my mother rejected Christianity because of her experiences as a child, and though they surely did contribute to her atheism, her description of her moment of realization that she could not be a Christian made me burst into laughter.  

She said she was about 15 years old, and at church.  She looked across the aisle at the opposing pew and thought of the people singing, "They look like cows."  And that was it.  She said that to this day every time she sees cows she still thinks they look like people singing at church. When I stopped laughing, she said, "Although I do like cows."

I will never look at cows, or my mother, or how I came to be the way I am, the same again.

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Comment by Cara Coleen on January 20, 2013 at 9:29pm

Cute story. People *do* remind me of cows... but I hadn't thought of it while they were lowing in church ;)

Comment by RobertPiano on January 20, 2013 at 10:14pm

moo

Comment by Sarah Jane Hall on January 20, 2013 at 10:55pm

HA HA they do!

Comment by JC Samson on January 21, 2013 at 9:55am
I don't know if this is a good comparison. As a former dairy farmer, I find cows quite useful and much more pleasant to be around than religious people. Also, their crap can be used for fertilizer. :)
Comment by Kairan Nierde on January 21, 2013 at 11:08am

Great story! You gave me a good long laugh. 

Comment by Reg The Fronkey Farmer on January 21, 2013 at 1:21pm

I am off to the fields to tell the fronkeys. They will like that story moo too. Good one!!

Comment by Stephen Kahn on January 21, 2013 at 2:47pm

As a child, I milked a cow. She often stepped on my foot and kicked over the milk pail. She sometimes tried to kill me with her horns. I never imagined her in church. My family worshipped organic gardening and seldom went to church. I was an atheist from age 10. From now on when I want to to go to sleep, I will meditate on cows crapping in church.

Comment by SteveInCO on January 21, 2013 at 7:12pm

I've heard people call 'em "sheeple" before but not this!

Comment by Diane on January 21, 2013 at 8:21pm

Cowple!

Comment by Strega on January 21, 2013 at 8:24pm

Very mooving story.  Not the usual load of bullocks at all.

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