This is a good question to me, even though the thread is somewhat old. There seem to be two different questions really - whether there is any kind of divine reality, and what it means when people are 'religious.' I am especially fascinated by comparisons between the US and Europe, since I lived 5 years over there, including 2 in Austria being married to an Austrian woman (the other three working on a permaculture farm near Zurich and getting lost in libraries in Paris). Plus my father has lived as a deadbeat marxish philosopher in the french capital for twenty years (just this year got his first ever book published - way to go dad - deadbeat no more!) so for various reasons I've been there quite a bit. not just paris and austria, puttering around here and there, dated a greek woman for a year, etc.
But around here I virtually know nobody who thinks of himself as an orthodox catholic and is going to church.
My recollection, Johannes, is that in Austria people do not admit to being religious, but when it comes down to it, they still are very
invested in the church - things like birth, death, and marriage, the church runs the show. Not only that, but I seem to recall that in Austria a portion of peoples' taxes actually go to the church - a fairly big portion, even. Time will tell if they younger generation actually man up and let those churches decay, or whether they will continue to finance institutions that they claim not to believe in. Here in the states, churches get tax breaks, but the general public is not obligated to finance them.
So, when people say that Americans are more religious, my response is always ... well,
yes and no. Americans pay more
lip service to religion, but that seems to me to be more about americans' desperation to
be at home, to be accepted somewhere. Europeans do not have this desperation, by and large, because they
are at home. They may have complaints about it, but they have it, and they seem to have
substance that most americans lack. I was intrigued to read in Shakespeare Never Did This that Bukowski wrote that his
were Carl Weissner and Barbet Schroeder - both Europeans - who had
given him belief and hope where before he had very little, the luck of knowing them is a sun which always shines... Which was and is true.
A cynic could argue that he 'loved' those guys for what they did for his career, and because if you have intimacy issues it is easier to idealize people who live across an ocean - but it seems to me that this gushing for Barbet and Carl was fairly sincere, and nothing he has said about any of his American 'friends' seems remotely as flattering.
When people rail on american culture (not that johannes is of course), that is one response - well, we're doing the best we can considering the fact of being an
ocean away from our homelands. Are we shallow and subject to the whims of the media? Sure but there are decent reasons for it.