I've attended church about half of my adult life, falling away for periods of time because the Church often seemed to represent little of my own feelings toward the teaching of Jesus.   Yes, I've read the bible cover to cover, found the old testement mysogonistic and brutal and saw the entire church turned upside down by Jesus teaching in the new testament. 

It really wasn't until I stopped judging others sitting in the pews,  that I gave myself the freedom to listen to the Spirit and bath in the light.   Meeting Quaker families early in my adult life showed me that spirituality can come from quiet and humble people.   

I could never accept the creation mythology and fortunately my last pastor never put any emphasis on it.

I don't let Christians or atheist define my spiritual life.    While I'm a person who like words, I have no word's for my spiritual moments.   It's hard to trust one's intuitive side when most of my life is based on rationality.