Truly, (and my subject line is light hearted, by the way) religion is a good thing.
The word "threskeia" is translated as "worship" and as "religion" in its 4 or so appearances in the NT. The English word 'religion' is from the latin "religare" which means "to tie".
I think of James's description of "pure religion and undefiled" and of his "this man's religion is worthless". Both happen. Worthless and pure. But, I go further than that in my own heart and mind about the word and it is a good thing, not a bad thing.
Religion comes from the same Latin root that our word "ligament" comes from. What do ligaments do? They hold bone to bone. Or, put another way, they hold joints together. Sound familiar?
Eph. 4:15, 16: "...speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ, 16from whom the whole body, joined and held together by every joint with which it is equipped, when each part is working properly, makes the body grow so that it builds itself up in love." Or, as the NIV (not my favorite, but useful for this illustration) says it in v. 16, "From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work."
We really ARE religion, if you think of it carefully. We are the body, we are the joints that hold together, we are the ligaments that hold the joints together, and each of us properly works as God sets us in the body according to His pleasure. Christ makes this body grow so that it builds itself up in love. Religion IS relationship, too, if you think of it carefully.
It is that careless, thoughtless, cold exercise of formality, or that equally thoughtless self-righteousness that robs religion of relationship with Christ and one another that chaps us, rightly. Think of how it offends our Lord!!
Pure religion, undefiled is the living binding of ourselves to those whom God loves. First, to one another, then to the orphans and widows as those whom He loves, and then to the world who rejects Jesus, for whom He died and rose again.
The old hymn lines are so true still:
Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
Before our Father’s throne,
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts, and our cares.
We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
-- John Fawcett, 1782, Public Domain
