Claiming to be spiritual but not religious is like wearing a jogging suit and running shoes but never breaking a sweat. It’s appropriating the superficial aspects of faith without the messy, irreplaceable details. Being merely “spiritual” is lazy and selfish, like a man who would rather indulge in pornography than make love to his wife.
Evil, injustice, suffering and death beg for meaningful answers. Religions make scandalous truth claims about the nature of God, man, creation, and eternity. “Spirituality” offers air.
I’m broken and needy; give me religion with all its fearful weight and strength. I have far more in common with the Jew who affirms that the LORD spoke the Torah on Mt. Sinai or the Muslim who takes the writings of The Prophet seriously than I do with my fellow Protestants who are promoting “spirituality” over the hard truths of our religion.