@InfraBlue,
I was strongly taught religion as a child, and, while I am not sorry about it, even at all, up until I got to high school, the nuns at my high school were basically nuts, which I didn't figure out until some time later.
I spent a lot of years writing JMJ on top of many of my school papers, and similar acknowledgements at many turns of the day, or if not day, week. Father Peyton of the rosary crusade dined at our house and said the rosary at my father's funeral. I was thick into it.
I changed as I grew up into adulthood. It is arguable if waving byebye to religion and its mores is growing up, but it was part of mine. When I first left, for a few years, or a few more than a few, if I was afraid (the guy with the porsche driving stupidly around mountain curves, and I do mean stupidly, he hit the cliff, what a kumquat) I'd find myself mouthing old words, not meaning them, but from long practice.
I wouldn't call me during that ride a theist. I'd call me previously programmed.
Or maybe a brain language tic for stress.