Read 2 Timothy 3:1-5
ALSO IN SCRIPTURE
“The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing.” (John 6:63 NLT)
The last of the paper cups clinked into the trash bin, and the smell of burnt coffee lingered in the fellowship hall. A man lingered too—hovering by the doorway, eyes fixed on the floor. He waited until the chatter thinned before stepping forward.
“Pastor?” His voice was low, almost swallowed by the hum of the soda machine. “I’m not really religious… but I am spiritual.” The words tumbled out like a confession he wasn’t sure he wanted to make.
Across the room, a Bible study group laughed over some inside joke. He glanced their way, then back again, as if the sight itself explained its meaning. He’d seen this before—prayers without love, creeds without kindness. Religion as a badge, but never a breath.
He told the pastor about the church of his childhood, where rules mattered more than people. Where pews were full but hearts felt empty. Where the sermons were about sin management, not life transformation. “They told me who God was,” he said, “but never showed me.”
For many churchgoers, it is easy to dismiss his words as cliché—another person parroting the “spiritual but not religious” line. Yet, that would be foolish, because beneath them is something truer: a deep hunger for God, buried under layers of human control. The person in the opening story wasn’t rejecting Jesus. He was rejecting the version of him he’d been handed—one stripped of compassion, bound up in policies and politics.
Everyone knows the line: “I’m spiritual, but not religious.” For some, it’s a dodge. For others, it’s a real wound. But I’ve met just as many who live the opposite—religious not spiritual—faithful in form but untouched by the Spirit.
As both a human and a pastor, I have found myself in both camps. I’ve known the safety of staying “religious”—going through the motions, doing church the way it’s always been done, because it’s predictable and comfortable. It’s the path of least resistance. And I’ve known the vulnerability of living by the Spirit—where God calls you beyond tradition into love that costs something.
Religion in itself isn’t the problem. Hollow religion is. Ritual without the Spirit is just theater. Worship without love is just noise. But when religion is infused with the Spirit, it becomes what it was meant to be all along: a rhythm that shapes hearts, a gathering that heals, a practice that points to Jesus.
This is exactly what Jesus confronted in his own day. His sharpest words weren’t for the people on the margins—they were for the religious elite who had the form of godliness but denied its power. They prayed loudly but loved little. They tithed from their spice racks but neglected justice and mercy.
Jesus didn’t come to scrap religion entirely—he came to breathe life into it. He still does. He takes our dry habits and fills them with living water. He transforms “just going to church” into “being the Church.” He moves us from simply following rules to living in relationship.
So maybe the better question isn’t, “Am I religious or spiritual?” but “Is my faith alive?” Does it beat with the heart of Christ? Does it move me to love those the world ignores? Does it challenge my comfort when the Spirit calls me deeper?
If our faith is just habit, it will eventually wither. But when the Spirit fills it, religion becomes the trellis where love grows.
THOUGHT OF THE DAY
Faith without the Spirit is a shell. Let God fill it.PRAYER
Lord, strip away the empty motions in my faith. Breathe your Spirit into every word, every act, every gathering. Make my life a living rhythm that points to you. Amen.
