Because if there were a God, he wouldn’t have allowed that movie to be made?
Oh wait, I’m thinking of Ghost Rider.
When I ambiguously said that religion wasn’t a big thing around here I was thinking of New Zealand. 
Though it is quite true that the 'Dope is far less religious than is common in the US (from what I understand).
Last NZ census (2006 – most recent was delayed, and is on today) had over 1/3rd of folk mark “no religion”, and that’s been increasing several percent every census. Christianity is a little over 50%, but only 10-20% of those folk actually attend a church regularly. (All other religions total a bit over 5%).
Culturally we’re quite a ways from the US in this area – in politics for example being strongly religious is a liability (except for fringe parties) and lack of religion is no impediment; our current Prime Minister attends church with his family, but is an agnostic Jew – his predecessor is either agnostic or an atheist, (she said: “I have no beliefs of a religious kind.”)
What problem? If no one mentions it, it isn’t a problem. I’ve never experienced a conflict with anyone who didn’t bring the question up, themselves, first.
I broke my leg a bit over a year ago. Hell, I shattered my leg. There’s now as much metal as bone in that leg (OK, slight exaggeration, but only by a bit). The doctor was honest with me. He might have to amputate, and I might not survive the operation. The question of what might happen to my “soul” if I should die never occurred to me. I’ve now woken up from 3 surgeries, and they didn’t kill me. And I never thought about what might happen if I died (and so, didn’t wake up) before going into any of them.
On the third, of course, I woke up barfing and wanting to die, but that’s another question entirely. I never gave a thought to the “what if I die” question. It just plain never occurred to me. My mother and sister probably prayed for me. It probably didn’t do anything useful. And I’m probably not impressed.
I don’t really know the religious state of my family; it’s kind of odd. My mom grew up hating the church and without much reason to believe that any gods out there weren’t total assholes; the people within her church, and her family, certainly were.
My dad used to joke the churches would burn down if he entered, but after his mother died a few years ago, I’ve known him to go on occasion…rather doubt any time wasn’t due to friend’s already going. Kind of a comfort thing, rather than a belief.
The general consensus seems to be that, if there’s a god, he’s got some explaining to do, and any of us would twist his ear to get it. And it’d better be good! So, he’s in the doghouse.
And I think it all boils down to “Who cares if there is a god? We have no real use for him anyway”.
Apathiest? 
Something you should keep in mind when thinking about the “religiousity” in the US. 40% claim to attend church weekly, but actual studies that look at how many pews are actually filled on Sunday mornings show only about 20% weekly attendance. Americans are a lot more “I think I should be, so I will say I am for this survey” religious, than actually are, as measured by actual attendance. It’s more a cultural perception that they should, rather than an actual case that they are. In other words, it follows your country, but with a “I should be, so I’ll lie about it” component, that isn’t found in your country’s statistics. You must learn to correct for the lies of your respondents.
I grew up in a family that wasn’t super religious–my mom was religious and kind of church-hopped throughout my childhood (she went from First Baptist to Pentecostal, and I think she was kind of thinking of herself as Catholic up until when she died). I got dragged to church as a kid and it did nothing for me one way or the other. For awhile I attended “Good News Club,” which was a Bible study group for kids–that was fun because it was mostly stories, but as far as I was concerned the stories were just like any other fun stories. As I got older my mom asked me to go to church with her and occasionally I did, but by that time she’d gone Pentecostal and all that yelling and muttering just left me completely cold. My Dad was never particularly religious–he would go to the First Baptist church with us, but not the Pentecostal church.
I pretty much suspected that I hadn’t gotten the requisite belief circuitry by the time I was a teenager, but I was in denial about it. You were “supposed” to believe in God, right? What if I was wrong? Would I get punished? But even that didn’t last long.
It was only a couple of years ago when I finally admitted that I don’t believe–and it was like a huge weight off my shoulders. It can be a little awkward sometimes because the spouse does believe and he attends church regularly, but we’ve worked it out.
So no, I wouldn’t say there was any particular event in my childhood that “did the deed” for me. It was just a slow realization that it all seemed pretty farfetched, combined with my large amount of natural cynicism.
The wiki thing describes Apatheism as the position that god may or may not exist but finding proof that it does will make no difference to anyone whatsoever (probably with a few exceptions) – basically, that the putative deity is irrelevant.
Personally, I tend to favor the Absurdist view, that all existence is fundamentally meaningless and the absurd pursuit of meaning herein is unhealthy and leads to much trouble and distress for humanity and humans.
At this instant, replies are at 66 and views at 1666. Coincidence?
“It passes the time.”
“It would have passed anyway.”
“But not as quickly.”
My point is, if I steer clear of religion as a topic then I necessarily reduce the exposure of closet-atheists to like-minded people. They may continue feeling they are more alone then they actually are.
I was brought up in RC school, my aunt was the head penguin. Around 3-4th grade, playing tag, i tagged a girl named Susie as she rounded the corner of the school. With the flying spaghetti monster as my witness, I 100% accidentally snagged her blouse to where it unbuttoned and went to the side, and I saw my first dimpled dumpling. Dimples more than dumplings.
Huge after school PTA mtg over this, with just my rents. And my aunt the nun. The priests and the monsignor deemed a crucifixion was in order.
I was truly scarred for life; far more than Susie was (she live across the street from me, and we got along fine after the event. She knew I didn’t mean it to happen. The other students ratted me out).
Fast forward 20 years, and no fewer than 6 of the 8 priests, and one of the two monsignors, were in the media for aged sex crimes. 4 were with minors (plus the monsignor), and 2 priests were killed themselves, leaving behind memoirs to their male lovers. One priest went AWOL with a married lady who did accounting for the church as a “lay” person, after leading the state police on a high speed chase, in a stolen police car.
These same people, were at the same time, crucifying me, for something that I did to a minor, when I was also a minor. Everyone- from the priests, to the monsignors, to the arch bishop, to the cardinal, was aware of the real culprits, and they had a track record of shuffling them around from one parish to another. Millions were paid to some of my classmates, as adults. many millions.
And yet I was the bad guy whose soul was hopelessly lost as a preteen.
I knew then, that these low, medium and high ranking men, who supposedly could talk to god, were the worst of sinners. Over a period of decades. I also started to realize , that there just might not be a bearded guy in the sky. As bad as I had it, my classmates that were molested were even worse off. One girl I met 10 yrs later, while she was in college, said her parents never believed her, and cast her as the black sheep, when she told them. She resorted to heavy drinking and random sex. Only after it all came out in a big time expose in the media, did her parents believe her.
The bible says to not let any harm come to his children, yet god didn’t do squat to stop it. He also did zilch for the boy with leukemia, whom the entire school prayed for, who never made it to graduation, despite Jesus clearly stating that whatever you ask in his name, as well as wherever 2 or more of you gather & ask in prayer, it shall be granted.