Thinking it through

So how do you approach God to a small town?
Its not a large town, or a town where you are looking for new friends and family, you know EVERYONE... maybe not super close to everyone in a personal way but you recognize people by seeing in town, school and sports events, gas station, post office... we KNOW each other.
So its hard for me to strike up a conversation, well not hard, that was incorrect.... I don't know how to ask people...
 " DO you believe in God? Do you go to church?

On one hand, I think its pretty personal conversation about to start between two people who don't really know each other and on the other hand... why not?

I guess my fear is what I know, how it used to be as a kid...
My parents didn't go to church, they didn't take us to church...
I knew who God was from a very young age, I remember laying in bed and talking to him and praying to him... .but we didn't go to church. My best friend Miranda and her family would always take me to church and my Grandma Rosemary would always make sure I went to all the Vacation Bible Schools at all the churches in town... YEP SMALL TOWN SO 5-6 churches!
When we were in school, there were kids who went to church and lived " different" their parents didn't let them do certain things, didn't let them dress the way we did and as we got older, they got segregated. Not because they were bad kids or acted different, but because kids, like me who only went to VBS knew the teachings and knew the differences, but they also knew they were going to do things those kids wouldn't do, things those kids would have a problem with and some things those kids might "tell" on.

My family didn't act like them, and I didn't speak out about it, so I was in the middle. I was friends and hung out with both sides. No one ever asked me if I believed in Jesus and I didn't feel I knew enough to openly talk about it. The older we got and the more things my one set of friends did, the more I found myself not doing anything with any of them. I had five guy friends that went to youth group with me every week and one real girl friend and that ended up being it.... because I wasn't interested in drinking, pot or parties.

I also remember those Jehovah witness people that came to the door and were rude about the information they were selling, we got to the point that when we saw them in the neighborhood, we would go find something to do away from the front door and wait for them to pass.

Ask my parents if they believe in God, you will get a YES. Do they go to church, no.

So many people in my life have been that way... they are good, God fearing people, they do good things for others, they are righteous, honest and kind people... but they don't go to church.

So I am tormented with starting a conversation where I can't answer questions and I may appear to judge others...