I don’t. I grew up as a Baptist preacher’s daughter, I was born in 1951. My Dad was something of a renegade, not interested in politics inside or outside the church.
I do not recall a single time he used the word “gay,”
He did not veil racist sermons using the Bible.
He wanted us to love God and each other.
As I grew older, married, and had a child, I continued for quite a while attending church and participating as a Sunday School teacher and choir director. That’s when I learned that not all, not even most, churches, followed the teachings of the Bible, although the Bible never changed. When my father died, I could not attend church because I always cried at some point in the service. Favorite hymns, Bible passages, and merely the atmosphere of church were so painful I had to leave or be disruptive.
After nearly a decade, I tried again. I could handle my emotions but not what I saw and heard. Churches that would not tap into their savings account to help members or neighbors who were in dire straits. Churches that would not allow some people to share in communion because of church rules. Churches that focused more on the church than the God they worshipped. Churches that were not righteous, but self-righteous.
So, no. I do not attend church, but it’s not because I’m an atheist, but because churches want to stay right where they are and who they are and I don’t want to be there.