An acquaintance of mine has a friend who goes to a church that is down the street and around the corner from my home in the small little town where I live. This church, while certainly not the focal point of town, faces the town war memorial and is one hundred yards north of our popular baseball fields.
Apparently this friend's family broke apart many years ago, succumbing to the plague of divorce that seems to have settled upon the country. It was devastating to the children and threatened their emotional health. The mother gathered her children around her and decided to become active at this particular place of faith. Why? One reason was that there her children learned, or were reminded, that no matter what chaos swirled around them, that God knew them and loved them. My acquaintance told me that this has made all the difference in her life.
It is reassuring that places of faith exist to help us get through the vicissitudes of life with strength, hope and a faith in something greater than ourselves. A nation so inhabited can more easily withstand the forces that would destroy it.