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My parents were of the Greatest Generation.  First we survived the “great depression” (1929 onward) when ordinary people lost everything and traveled up and down the entire nation just to find work.  Then just when a good life seemed possible again, WW2 took it all away.  Religion had not even been thought of for a very long time.  It was simply irrelevant.  Parts of the extended family, since then, have parked in various places on the planet, for wartime jobs and later for any good overseas opportunity.  Religion doesn’t have much of a chance to hit such moving targets.

I remain very much a secular person, unaffected by living in a convent for some time and liking it, unaffected by being mostly Catholic-schooled, unaffected by having my Mormon aunt and cousins in the household for some time, unaffected by my grandmother’s Southern Baptist convictions although I lived in her household a good deal of my life, etc., etc., and only moderately affected by the discovery that there is a huge overlap of Reform Judaism values/folklore and Secular Humanist values/traditions.

To me, some things matter and some don’t.  Good character, dependable friendship, and critical thinking skills matter.  Religion only matters because, unfortunately, it can and does prevent the development of these good qualities.  That’s why I avoid people who are religious.  Their priorities seem terribly skewed and I’d say their choices often aren’t rational.  Even worse, I’d say their choices can be quite ethically questionable.