I answered "other."
Strong atheist till age 20 -- went to Oxford and fell in love (I mean with a person -- but secondarily with the city of course) -- not coincidentally I'm sure, I had a powerful realization of what it meant to believe... at least for me... and felt that I had entered a jeweled chamber which I had only ever been able to see from the outside. It was unutterably, achingly lovely. I was an enthusiastic Christian (Episcopal-Lutheran; nothing else looks or sounds as appetizing to me) for a few years; now I'm a jaded, smart-alecky paid singer in the very church in which I was baptized almost ten years ago and I still take communion, and pray for forgiveness from ?? for my hypocrisy as my faith crumbles and I'm not working to put it back together -- just letting the feelings come through me as they will.
A big part of the reason I take communion is because, while I trust it would be okay with the pastor if I stopped, I would feel acutely uncomfortable. A lot of people for whom I am a beacon, a guide, would have question marks in their thought-bubbles, and that would be a distraction from what I do, which is make music. Eventually maybe I'll think of it as out-and-out acting, in the theatrical event that is Sunday morning, and Wednesday evenings as it happens.
My faith has been downgraded to hope.