I’m not religious, but I’m certainly not spiritual either

Have you noticed how acceptable the “spiritual” label is in today’s culture?

“I’m not religious, but I am spiritual,” tumbles out of people’s mouths and others nod in serious-looking agreement.

It’s very cool to be spiritual – taking long walks on Sunday mornings, burning bohemian scents in your living room, or connecting to unseen planetary energy. And spiritual people have awesome pets.

Spiritual people love the stars and the stillness of night, and yet never wonder about what or Who is at the edge of space. They are enamored with the mystery of the planet, but do not even want to think about its origins. Instead they pin their hopes on the random selection of billions of years.

Ashamed that man has occupied this round sphere, they give their time and offerings as a guilt payment for our invasion. They donate their money to save endangered species – especially the cute ones — but wouldn’t dream of standing up for an unborn baby.

Spiritual people cook a few meals or spend a few dollars for the homeless during the holidays. They donate to an arts project to people get in touch with themselves. They’re sensitive to the plights of the world around them, speaking for justice as if it comes without natural law. But they rarely get personally involved, after all, what’s the government for?

Spiritual people have free reign in the workplace. They put dream catchers or prisms on their desks. They are the first to speak out for diversity. But let the talk turn to the Bible or a church service and the wall of separation comes down like the curtain on the final act.

I’m not religious. But I’m certainly not spiritual either.

I’m a servant of the King.