In 1762, Charles Wesley, as far as I know only a namesake by not relation of one local pastor, wrote the words, “A charge to keep I have, a God to glorify, a never-dying soul to save,and fit it for the sky.” Those words served as an inspiration for my father when he adopted our church motto: “Enter to worship; depart to serve.” In a district where less than 40% of residents identify themselves as “churchgoers,” and in an age where “being spiritual, but not religious,” is an acceptable substitute, less likely to incur the wrath of those who decry a faith belief, this may be a discordant message, but, throughout our history the message has been clear: “Doubt shows the obstacles; faith shows the way.” From Pilgrims and Puritans among our early settlers who “came to do good, but did well,” up from slavery in an abolitionist movement that gave rise to a political party, but also a civil war, and through freedom’s march in a struggle for civil rights until “justice flowed like waters and righteousness a mighty stream,” so that a man or woman might be judged “not by the color of his skin, but by the content of his character,” these were folks in a love American style praising the Lord and passing the ammunition. Even within our communities in hosting Boy Scout and Girl Scout Troops, sponsoring community outreach, chartering schools, creating scholarships, erecting housing, feeding the poor, providing voter education, serving as a venue for substance abuse programs, etc., the church has been one foundation. In an age seemingly bankrupt of morals and facing a deteriorating family unit structure, the call to “Gimme dat ol’ time religion,” has kept many from the abyss. And, in a nation that began and has stood as a shining city on a hill and beacon for freedom and liberty, the protections of religious freedom and the doctrinal legacy of Disestablishmentarianism, and not its antithesis, religious freedom has been a paramount concern and hallmark issue. So, our freedom tradition calls us to a duty to safeguard these blessings of liberty, and compel us to say, whether entering a Jewish synagogue, an Islamic mosque, a Roman Catholic basilica, or a store front Baptist church, “I was happy when they said unto me, let us go into the house of the Lord.” The quilt work fabric of freedom in this vast melting pot means that we will always have our different positions, but find one accord in our shared interests. But, to abandon this foundation that has served us well these many years, would be a reckless course of impending peril. So, why not give faith a try? Everyone deserves a second chance; so, let’s make Americans great, again.