My father had to convert in order to marry my Catholic mother. He'd been a Baptist but not a practicing one. He became a very devout Catholic and insisted on church attendance in our home to the point where he actually got into a physical altercation with one of my older teenage brothers who  had decided he didn't want to go one Sunday. "As long as you live under my roof, you'll go to church!" he declared as he dragged him by the hair and stuffed him into the car. Needless to say, that brother is now an atheist and there is only one Catholic left in the family and his family only goes when they feel like it.  I think one can carry religious strictness too far sometimes.