Many kinds of religion are available, some not even skin deep, some mad and unsubstantial, some as harmless as the rouge on the skin of a spinster. A good bit of religion today seems shallow. It does not seem to matter except behind stained glass windows on Sunday morning. It is not dishonest religion so much as restricted religion, "-meaning it does not serve the purpose," a way of thinking for a special time and a special place. It answers a thousand questions we have not asked, and by its supposed sacred customs smothers the questions we might ask or die. For the truth is that our world is both hungry for faith and sick of it..
Source: What Can I Believe?
Contributed by: Zaady