I wouldn't call myself Christian per se, but I don't think I can ever completely divorce myself from its influence. I constantly read "Bible Stories" when I was little, I went to Sunday school, I did my first communion. The Christian morality and its worldview has really shaped my own. My mom really instilled that Catholic Guilt thing in me.
I never quite bought the whole thing, however. Even at 7, when I was still going to church regularly, I remember feeling guilty, because I didn't feel any profound relationship with Jesus, and was a bit puzzled by the obvious factual problems with the Old Testament. I wish they had told me that a lot of the stories are more like fairy tales with morals, I could have understood that better. Looking back at my first communion pictures, I can recognize the dead-eyed smile that I remember putting up for all the excited adults to see. I felt nothing, but all the adults around me seemed to think it was true and important, so I assumed there was something wrong with me. It was one of the earliest moments I can recall, of deeply feeling a mental split between my private beliefs and my parent's.
I went through a strong atheistic period (ages 12-18), where I worshipped math and science, and ridiculed spirituality and "feelings". I was reading Nietzsche, Camus, Dawkins, and I acted like a caricature of an NT. I was very bitter, arrogant, and cynical. This period coincided with me befriending an INTP 5w6, ISTJ 6w5, and an ENTP 7w8, so I think that partly, I was just trying to fit in. When I graduated and got away from those guys, my atheism slowly dissolved into an undefined, uncertain sort of spirituality. I flirted with Taoism and Buddhism for a while (Jung sort of nudged me in that direction), then tried to return to Christianity by reading C.S. Lewis and G.K. Chesterton, but couldn't quite get there.
I am currently in the midst of a very big spiritual transformation, but it's too early to say how it's going to turn out.
Long story short, I'm not quite sure what I believe yet, but I do believe there is some sort of grand intelligence/order to the universe. I do not subscribe to the notion that all meaning in the universe is just a human projection onto a soulless void.