Well, I'm not the greatest fan of the church. I have some very troublesome children and I wonder if God knows exactly what that feels like...
After one particular horror I turned my back on God - s/he could fuck right off as far as I was concerned. I kept that up for a long time.
Then more horrors and more trauma years and years later and I needed, craved, comfort. I went to a cathedral, sat at the very back, and the ancient texts, and the music, were such a solace though if anyone tried to approach me with a Christian face they got the death stare at 50 paces . I heard about suffering, people's suffering, and I could identify with that - unlike the culture I lived in, where happy/successful was what everyone aspired to (so did I I suppose! But it was beyond my reach no matter what I tried) and I was left behind in the stampede, dropped like a stone. It meant a lot to me to be immersed in a culture, during those services, that talked a lot about suffering, and agony, and comfort. I recognised all that. It gave me a bit of peace. Gradually, gradually I had an awareness of a comfort that was available to me if I wanted it. Which I did, big time.
A lot of Christians are dicks, mind (me included at times) - as well as some lovely Christians of course. Good job God and the church are not the same thing by a country mile, otherwise we'd all be sunk.
So that's what, or who, I can identify with. "behold and see if there be any sorrow like unto his sorrow" (thank you Handel). Yes, I get that, I can identify with that.
Plus, where else is there to go to be absolutely frank lol.