I was born in the South where the family went to church sunday morning and headed for grandma's for a huge meal.  Sunday evening were divided:  Women cleaned, cooked and took care of the kids.  Men drank and met their mistresses for the evening.

When my daughter was ten, she asked me who wrote the bible.  I explained that it was someone's recollection of events a long time ago.  She then asked why there were so many religions.  And when I explained to her that everyone's interpretations were different, I knew that I was an non-believer and that she would follow this path as well.  Twenty years later, it is what it is.  We are caring women, trusting by nature, kind to small children, elders and animals.  And tonight, after reading everyone's posts on Secret Society of Woman, also known as SSOW, I feel somewhat calmer about it all.  I have never had someone point-blank ask me if "I have been saved".  Fair warning, if you do ask me, I will start by laughing.  I used to get real pissy when someone said that they would pray for me but then I realized that it's really someone wanting to have good thoughts about me and wanting to ease my fears or sickness, or my brother's or my mother's or whatever it was that needed praying.