“Religion is a weariness;” such is the judgment commonly passed, often avowed, concerning the greatest of blessings which Almighty God has bestowed upon us.  And when God gave the blessing, He at the same time foretold that such would be the judgment of the world upon it, even as manifested in the gracious Person of Him whom He sent to give it to us.  “He hath no form nor comeliness,” says the Prophet, speaking of our Lord and Saviour, “and when we shall see Him, there is no beauty that we should desire Him.”  He declared beforehand, that to man His religion would be uninteresting and distasteful.  Not that this prediction excuses our deadness to it; this dislike of the religion given us by God Himself, seen as it is on all sides of us, of religion in all its parts, whether its doctrines, its precepts, its polity, its worship, its social influence, this distaste for its very name, must obviously be an insult to the Giver.  But the text speaks of it as a fact, without commenting on the guilt involved in it; and as such I wish you to consider it, as far as this may be done in reverence and seriousness.  Putting aside for an instant the thought of the ingratitude and the sin which indifference to Christianity implies, let us, as far as we dare, view it merely as a matter of fact, after the manner of the text, and form a judgment on the probable consequences of it.  Let us take the state of the case as it is found, and survey it dispassionately, as even an unbeliever might survey it, without at the moment considering whether it is sinful or not; as a misfortune, if we will, or a strange accident, or a necessary condition of our nature, one of the phenomena, as it may be called, of the present world.

Let me then review human life in some of its stages and conditions, in order to impress upon you the fact of this contrariety between ourselves and our Maker:  He having one will, we another; He declaring one thing to be good for us, and we fancying other objects to be our good.

1.  “Religion is a weariness,” alas! so feel even children before they can well express their meaning.  Exceptions of course now and then occur; and of course children are always more open to religious impressions and visitations than grown persons.  They have many good thoughts and good desires, of which, in after life, the multitude of men seem incapable.  Yet who, after all, can have a doubt that, in spite of the more intimate presence of God’s grace with those who have not yet learned to resist it, still, on the whole, religion is a weariness to children?  Consider their amusements, their enjoyments, what they hope, what they devise, what they scheme, and what they dream about themselves in time future, when they grow up; and say what place religion holds in their hearts.  Watch the reluctance with which they turn to religious duties, to saying their prayers, or reading the Bible; and then judge.  Observe, as they get older, the influence which the fear of the ridicule of their companions has in deterring them even from speaking of religion, or seeming to be religious.  Now the dread of ridicule, indeed, is natural enough; but why should religion inspire ridicule?  What is there absurd in thinking of God?  Why should we be ashamed of worshipping Him?  It is unaccountable, but it is natural.  We may call it an accident, or what we will; still it is an undeniable fact, and that is what I insist upon.  I am not forgetful of the peculiar character of children’s minds:  sensible objects first meet their observation; it is not wonderful that they should at first be inclined to limit their thoughts to things of sense.  A distinct profession of faith, and a conscious maintenance of principle, may imply a strength and consistency of thought to which they are as yet unequal.  Again, childhood is capricious, ardent, light-hearted; it cannot think deeply or long on any subject.  Yet all this is not enough to account for the fact in question why they should feel this distaste for the very subject of religion.  Why should they be ashamed of paying reverence to an unseen, all-powerful God, whose existence they do not disbelieve?  Yet they do feel ashamed of it.  Is it that they are ashamed of themselves, not of their religion; feeling the inconsistency of professing what they cannot fully practise?  This refinement does not materially alter the view of the case; for it is merely their own acknowledgment that they do not love religion as much as they ought.  No; we seem compelled to the conclusion, that there is by nature some strange discordance between what we love and what God loves.  So much, then, on the state of boyhood.

2.  “Religion is a weariness.”  I will next take the case of young persons when they first enter into life.  Here I may appeal to some perhaps who now hear me.  Alas! my brethren, is it not so?  Is not religion associated in your minds with gloom, melancholy, and weariness?  I am not at present going so far as to reprove you for it, though I might well do so, if I did, perhaps you might at once turn away, and I wish you calmly to think the matter over, and bear me witness that I state the fact correctly.  It is so; you cannot deny it.  The very terms “religion,” “devotion,” “piety,” “conscientiousness,” “mortification,” and the like, you find to be inexpressibly dull and cheerless:  you cannot find fault with them, indeed, you would if you could; and whenever the words are explained in particulars and realized, then you do find occasion for exception and objection.  But though you cannot deny the claims of religion used as a vague and general term, yet how irksome, cold, uninteresting, uninviting, does it at best appear to you! how severe its voice! how forbidding its aspect!  With what animation, on the contrary, do you enter into the mere pursuits of time and the world!  What bright anticipations of joy and happiness flit before your eyes!  How you are struck and dazzled at the view of the prizes of this life, as they are called!  How you admire the elegancies of art, the brilliance of wealth, or the force of intellect!  According to your opportunities you mix in the world, you meet and converse with persons of various conditions and pursuits, and are engaged in the numberless occurrences of daily life.  You are full of news; yon know what this or that person is doing, and what has befallen him; what has not happened, which was near happening, what may happen.  You are full of ideas and feelings upon all that goes on around you.  But, from some cause or other, religion has no part, no sensible influence, in your judgment of men and things.  It is out of your way.  Perhaps you have your pleasure parties; you readily take your share in them time after time; you pass continuous hours in society where you know that it is quite impossible even to mention the name of religion.  Your heart is in scenes and places when conversation on serious subjects is strictly forbidden by the rules of the world’s propriety.  I do not say we should discourse on religious subjects, wherever we go; I do not say we should make an effort to discourse on them at any time, nor that we are to refrain from social meetings in which religion does not lie on the surface of the conversation:  but I do say, that when men find their pleasure and satisfaction to lie in society which proscribes religion, and when they deliberately and habitually prefer those amusements which have necessarily nothing to do with religion, such persons cannot view religion as God views it.  And this is the point:  that the feelings of our hearts on the subject of religion are different from the declared judgment of God; that we have a natural distaste for that which He has said is our chief good.

3.  Now let us pass to the more active occupations of life.  Here, too, religion is confessedly felt to be wearisome, it is out of place.  The transactions of worldly business, speculations in trade, ambitious hopes, the pursuit of knowledge, the public occurrences of the day, these find a way directly to the heart, they rouse, they influence.  It is superfluous to go about to prove this innate power over us of things of time and sense, to make us think and act.  The name of religion, on the other hand, is weak and impotent; it contains no spell to kindle the feelings of man, to make the heart beat with anxiety, and to produce activity and perseverance.  The reason is not merely that men are in want of leisure, and are sustained in a distressing continuance of exertion, by their duties towards those dependent on them.  They have their seasons of relaxation, they turn for a time from their ordinary pursuits; still religion does not attract them, they find nothing of comfort or satisfaction in it.  For a time they allow themselves to be idle.  They want an object to employ their minds upon; they pace to and fro in very want of an object; yet their duties to God, their future hopes in another state of being, the revelation of God’s mercy and will, as contained in Scripture, the news of redemption, the gift of regeneration, the sanctities, the devotional heights, the nobleness and perfection which Christ works in His elect, do not suggest themselves as fit subjects to dispel their weariness.  Why?  Because religion makes them melancholy, say they, and they wish to relax.  Religion is a labour, it is a weariness, a greater weariness than the doing nothing at all.  “Wherefore,” says Solomon, “is there a price in the hand of a fool to get wisdom, seeing he hath no heart to it?”

4.  But this natural contrariety between man and his Maker is still more strikingly shown by the confessions of men of the world who have given some thought to the subject, and have viewed society with somewhat of a philosophical spirit.  Such men treat the demands of religion with disrespect and negligence, on the ground of their being unnatural.  They say, “It is natural for men to love the world for its own sake; to be engrossed in its pursuits, and to set their hearts on the rewards of industry, on the comforts, luxuries, and pleasures of this life.  Man would not be man if he could be made otherwise; he would not be what he was evidently intended for by his Maker.”  Let us pass by the obvious answer that might be given to this objection; it is enough for my purpose that it is commonly urged, recognizing as it does the fact of the disagreement existing between the claims of God’s word, and the inclinations and natural capacities of man.  Many, indeed, of those unhappy men who have denied the Christian faith, treat the religious principle altogether as a mere unnatural, eccentric state of mind, a peculiar untoward condition of the affections to which weakness will reduce a man, whether it has been brought on by anxiety, oppressive sorrow, bodily disease, excess of imagination or the like, and temporary or permanent, according to the circumstances of the disposing cause; a state to which we all are liable, as we are liable to any other mental injury, but unmanly and unworthy of our dignity as rational beings.  Here again it is enough for our purpose, that it is allowed by these persons that the love of religion is unnatural and inconsistent with the original condition of our minds.

The same remark may be made upon the notions which secretly prevail in certain quarters at the present day, concerning the unsuitableness of Christianity to an enlightened age.  Men there are who look upon the inspired word of God with a sort of indulgence, as if it had its use, and had done service in its day; that in times of ignorance it awed and controlled fierce barbarians, whom nothing else could have subdued; but that from its very claim to be divine and infallible, and its consequent unalterableness, it is an obstacle to the improvement of the human race beyond a certain point, and must ultimately fall before the gradual advancement of mankind in knowledge and virtue.  In other words, the literature of the day is weary of Revealed Religion.

5.  Once more; that religion is in itself a weariness is seen even in the conduct of the better sort of persons, who really on the whole are under the influence of its spirit.  So dull and uninviting is calm and practical religion, that religious persons are ever exposed to the temptation of looking out for excitements of one sort or other, to make it pleasurable to them.  The spirit of the Gospel is a meek, humble, gentle, unobtrusive spirit.  It doth not cry nor lift up its voice in the streets, unless called upon by duty so to do, and then it does it with pain.  Display, pretension, conflict, are unpleasant to it.  What then is to be thought of persons who are ever on the search after novelties to make religion interesting to them; who seem to find that Christian activity cannot be kept up without unchristian party-spirit, or Christian conversation without unchristian censoriousness?  Why, this; that religion is to them as to others, taken by itself, a weariness, and requires something foreign to its own nature to make it palatable.  Truly it is a weariness to the natural man to serve God humbly and in obscurity; it is very wearisome, and very monotonous, to go on day after day watching all we do and think, detecting our secret failings, denying ourselves, creating within us, under God’s grace, those parts of the Christian character in which we are deficient; wearisome to learn modesty, love of insignificance, willingness to be thought little of, backwardness to clear ourselves when slandered, and readiness to confess when we are wrong; to learn to have no cares for this world, neither to hope nor to fear, but to be resigned and contented!

I may close these remarks, by appealing to the consciences of all who have ever set about the work of religion in good earnest, whoever they may be, whether they have made less, or greater progress in their noble toil, whether they are matured saints, or feeble strugglers against the world and the flesh.  They have ever confessed how great efforts were necessary to keep close to the commandments of God; in spite of their knowledge of the truth, and their faith, in spite of the aids and consolations they receive from above, still how often do their corrupt hearts betray them!  Even their privileges are often burdensome to them, even to pray for the grace which in Christ is pledged to them is an irksome task.  They know that God’s service is perfect freedom, and they are convinced, both in their reason and from their own experience of it, that it is true happiness; still they confess withal the strange reluctance of their nature to love their Maker and His Service.  And this is the point in question; not only the mass of mankind, but even the confirmed servants of Christ, witness to the opposition which exists between their own nature and the demands of religion.

This then is the remarkable fact which I proposed to show.  Can we doubt that man’s will runs contrary to God’s will that the view which the inspired word takes of our present life, and of our destiny, does not satisfy us, as it rightly ought to do? that Christ hath no form nor comeliness in our eyes; and though we see Him, we see no desirable beauty in Him?  That holy, merciful, and meek Saviour, the Eternal, the Only-begotten Son of God, our friend and infinite benefactor He who left the glory of His Father and died for us, who has promised us the overflowing riches of His grace both here and hereafter.  He is a light shining in a dark place, and “the darkness comprehendeth it not.”  “Light is come into the world and men love darkness rather than light.”  The nature of man is flesh, and that which is born of the flesh is flesh, and ever must so remain; it never can discern, love, accept, the holy doctrines of the Gospel.  It will occupy itself in various ways, it will take interest in things of sense and time, but it can never be religious.  It is at enmity with God.

And now we see what must at once follow from what has been said.  If our hearts are by nature set on the world for its own sake, and the world is one day to pass away, what are they to be set on, what to delight in, then?  Say, how will the soul feel when, stripped of its present attire, which the world bestows, it stands naked and shuddering before the pure, tranquil, and severe majesty of the Lord its God, its most merciful, yet dishonoured Maker and Saviour?  What are to be the pleasures of the soul in another life?  Can they be the same as they are here?  They cannot; Scripture tells us they cannot; the world passeth away now what is there left to love and enjoy through a long eternity?  What a dark, forlorn, miserable eternity that will be!

It is then plain enough, though Scripture said not a word on the subject, that if we would be happy in the world to come, we must make us new hearts, and begin to love the things we naturally do not love.  Viewing it as a practical point, the end of the whole matter is this, we must be changed; for we cannot, we cannot expect the system of the universe to come over to us; the inhabitants of heaven, the numberless creations of Angels, the glorious company of the Apostles, the goodly fellowship of the Prophets, the noble army of Martyrs, the holy Church universal, the Will and Attributes of God, these are fixed.  We must go over to them.  In our Saviour’s own authoritative words:  “Verily, verily, except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.”  It is a plain matter of self-interest, to turn our thoughts to the means of changing our hearts, putting out of the question our duty towards God and Christ, our Saviour and Redeemer.

“He hath no form nor comeliness, and when we see Him, there is no beauty that we should desire Him.”  It is not His loss that we love Him not, it is our loss.  He is All-blessed, whatever becomes of us.  He is not less blessed because we are far from Him.  It is we who are not blessed, except as we approach Him, except as we are like Him, except as we love Him.  Woe unto us, if in the day in which He comes from Heaven we see nothing desirable or gracious in His wounds; but instead, have made for ourselves an ideal blessedness, different from that which will be manifested to us in Him.  Woe unto us, if we have made pride, or selfishness, or the carnal mind, our standard of perfection and truth; if our eyes have grown dim, and our hearts gross, as regards the true light of men, and the glory of the Eternal Father.  May He Himself save us from our self-delusions, whatever they are, and enable us to give up this world, that we may gain the next; and to rejoice in Him, who had no home of His own, no place to lay His head, who was poor and lowly, and despised and rejected, and tormented and slain!