I believe that we all have to believe in something. For me, it is science, music, art, friendship, respect and love, etc.
My mother is an extreme ‘godist’ – she’s a Franciscan, which is supposedly some sort of really godly sort of person – she used to be a nun, so I’m told, so I wonder how I got here.
Anyway, I live with her as her carer and we get on by simply refusing to discuss it. She’s too old to change her mind now and in a lot of decades, I’ve never seen any evidence that would convince me that religion isn’t a nasty, delusional cult.
So we ‘leave it there’ with the statement that she believes one thing, I believe another and that anything else is OK to talk about (but she’s religious so I must avoid any topic that would open the ‘can’).
It isn’t ideal, but she’s of a similar age to the UK’s monarch and so I have to weigh up the impact of the inevitable arguments that would ensue, vis a vis, her blood pressure and my boredom at having to return endlessly to the same futile argument.