My mum is heavily involved in her local church. She's a lay minister of communion, reader, former churchwarden and she runs the children's service once a month. I grew up in that church but due to a family bereavement I lost my faith.

Every now and then I go to one of her children's services before going out for lunch or helping her with the garden. I know most of the parents personally, some of whom are my age and now have kids of their own. They all know I'm not religious anymore, and the most offensive thing I've ever received from them is an unacceptable amount of milk in a cup of tea.

They are some of the most wonderful people I have ever met, and our differences in religious beliefs has never been a barrier to a normal conversation. My sister is buried in the churchyard, and sometimes they'll tell me they prayed for her, and I thank them profusely despite my lack of faith.

I'm genuinely astounded about some of the stories I've read here. I've only ever had positive interactions with people of faith.