Tangent, but I'll get back to the topic, I promise.
I do God, since I got godded, the story told here before. I was recruited by the nuns at the end of my senior high school year since I was asked by one of them that I was interviewing for the school paper what I wanted to do, and I said I wanted to be a doctor, silly for a girl in the later 1950's. CAUGHT! That order had a nursing mission in India. Soon I was recruited. My favorite nun, my geometry teacher, told me she had a dream, about what? that I would become a nun.
My very catholic parents rescued me, probably my father prevailing, but I don't know, maybe it was both. They sent me on a trip with my father making an industrial film, the crew being a now recognized good film editor and a cameraman and me, snort. I quickly got a crush on the film editor. Nothing creepy happened, I just learned about male camaraderie, but after we got home, I cancelled the interest/appointment at the nun shoe place.
I didn't want to be a missionary in the first place, just wanted to practice medicine, but a whiff of distaste grew over a few years.
By now I figure missionary-ness is a large part of our world, from ad agencies to thick plotting to change society.
Canada, from my observation, is the same as with you folk, no god stuff..
I don't know. You folks may be right, very tempered.