It's all in Twain's weird, strange conjoined twin named America. Leigh Eric Schmidt explains at the Immanent Frame. Religious faith and the therapeutic, in America, have almost since their respective get-gos both been pragmatic anti-doctrines grounded in shared experiences which unite the immanent and the transcendent in the social. How quickly we broke the Puritan -- and Hebraic -- mold. It keeps recurring -- these habits go deeper than consciousness and are very hard to eradicate -- but right now it looks like the therapeutic is quite capable of assimilating faith into its master order of contingency unless and until excessively felt pain.
The Europeans understood this -- Freud's disciples, especially -- but mystical therapeutics was made to look stupid in America as techno-industrialism and social statistics rose to unquestionable prominence. When the '60s arrived all that went out the window; but what replaced it is now becoming clearly a re-mystical therapeutics, in which particular faiths are all just another set of tools to get us through life as broken, co-dependent animals with the strange power to have overleaping experiences together -- heartsongs, you might call them. As negative as therapy is -- saying no to all Nos -- the positive that it needs to endorse everything with equal small-c catholicity is love. The argument of the era is over the ontology of real love. The terms of the argument are only in part over the God question.