I only go to weddings, baptisms and funerals now, though I did go regularly for a few years as a younger adult. I attended Sunday School until I was 11, and was a helper at the local one when my children were small, but I wasn’t confirmed until I was 21.
I like the consistency, the Eucharist, I love singing hymns where nobody cares how bad my voice is, but I’ve honestly never felt any sense if spirituality, nor been moved by the message in any sermon. I cannot get past my belief that religion - or belief in an invisible superpower called God - is just an excuse for bad behaviour. As long as you’re truly sorry, this “God” has the power to judge you, to forgive or to condemn? Really?
My mother died peacefully in her 90s, absolutely sure that she would be reunited in Heaven with my (atheist) father. It comforted her, yet why?
If my childhood abuser was sufficiently sorry for my mother’s God to welcome him to Heaven, I don’t want any part of it.