My church life has been...varied to say the least.
Mom was Catholic and dad was...a biker.
When I was younger we were pretty involved in the Roman Catholic Church (I still remember fasting hehehe), and I was even confirmed. However, right before I was confirmed the priest made a pass at me in confession...so confirmation was my last attendance lol.
Mom always taught me to think for myself, and was very encouraging when I tried different churches. I went to a Baptist church for awhile (because of a lovely Christian woman I met at the library) but the hypocrasy of most of the people I knew there was a huge turn off.
I attended a Methodist church for awhile, with similar results.
At 16 I had a vision (make of that what you will...) and decided I was pagan.
I still dabbled about (Methodist Church was around this same time period - so a bit of overlap) because I like to be *sure* of things. (Probably why I want to be an engineer lol...)
When I was in the Military I attended Morman services (they were off base and gave us icecream...it was a popular church! hehehe). They were lovely people. My friends (who were members) wanted me to get baptised in the church, but I didn't feel that the respect I felt for them (and their faith) was sufficient reason...but then I lost a bet (with god...) and got baptised anyway. Lol. Still not sure what I was meant to learn from that.
After leaving the military and going through what the Chinese would call "interesting times" - I was certain that I was a pagan of some description, although I couldn't have given you a specific path (except maybe eclectic wiccanish...which isn't really a path lol).
Moving to Iowa, I started attending CUUPs ceremonys at the local Unitarian church - and some of the church services as well.
It made a strong impression on me, and I would like to raise my (hypothetical future) children in that sort of church. As well as dragging them along to my own celebrations for as long as they're interested.
After moving to the UK - I explored by pagan path further...and ended up in a rather unexpected place. In late 2002 I (almost literally) stumbled over Heathenry (or Asatru if you prefer). The more I learnt, the happier I was. Nearly 3 years into it, I've never been happier (or more content) with my choice of faith. I'm a proud Thorswoman, but I honour the other gods as well. I'm actually known by other heathens around the globe (which is a very strange feeling). I've written a few songs which are rather popular with the locals. I've found kindred spirits, and real friends in the UK.
Heck, even my hubby likes me being Heathen...and he's agnostic.
So yeah...a brief (religious) history of wench.
Sorry about that...
Oh - and as to people asking you strange things in the bible belt...I grew up in Georgia...and was accused of being a devil worshiper...when I was still Catholic.
That said, there are daft people everywhere, and they aren't restricted to any one faith!