There is a difference between dogma and belief.
I was raised in a "what if?" climate. It's temperate there. My mother encouraged me to understand fate, heed the universe, believe in nature and mother earth.
My grandmother is a Roman Catholic from her high heels to mink collar. Statues stand on shelves by her bed, the rosary is wrapped around her palm resting on her rising belly as she sleeps. She doesn't have any questions. God answers them. God, the Priest, or her own dear mother...God Rest Her Soul A Better Woman There Never Was.
As an academic I learned to doubt. I learned the difference between organizations and people. I learned of lies and oppression. The opiate of the people. I nodded with my mouth open and my eyes wide. Academia was my opiate, the professor my new prophet. Same drug, different dogma.
Now? I'll take the peace. I understand that faith is liquid and mutable. I hold onto comfort and choose to say yes.
There is a kindness to complying with community. I bite my tongue when I don't agree. There is so much more I agree with.
I sit in the pews. I kneel at the altar. I read the words and say the rosary.
I made a deal with My God. "You keep your secrets, I'll keep mine."
It's a nice arrangement.