I'd wager most nonChristians in general went to church and read bible. I was never forced to go but in early 2000s when I was in my 20s I went to a church. Honestly enjoyed it. Was Pagan whole time. When my dad's mother died, I took her Bible. Read it. As teen in 90s, I may have been influenced by Nietzsche and Marilyn Manson but 8t wasn't those things that made me Payan. Sometime in mid-late 90s between ages 14-16 so 1993-1994, around my b-day August 11, I was body surfing. U remember riding a wave. It broke around me and I rushed to shore with the foam. I saw in my mind a summer field. Grass, flowers, a cloudless blue sky and sun. U acknowledge my mind might have conjured it as a way to show what I felt. Free. Alive. I stood after and looked around. Saw the OBX beach, my parents' timeshare and thought there was more than just our physical world, a spiritual one. It wasn't your bible. The god of your bible sounded like a sociopath