When I was a child we said the Apostles Creed and/or the Nicene Creed every Sunday...
I had to learn them by heart and recite them to be confirmed into the Anglican church at 14...
In a search for some church in Toronto that contained people who would welcome me, I attended a United Church in my neighbourhood (that turned out to be the wealthiest church in the city). They required that you only believe 85% of the Creed in order to be a member. (They were actively hostile to new members, and anti-American sermons were preached routinely by their South African pastor). I think a Creed is either or — you do not get to pick which bits you will believe and which you will not.
I have always thought that in addition to a statement of facts, the Creed is food for meditation.