There is some amount of controversy in Kansas:
The Freedom From Religion Foundation is urging Kansas Governor Sam Brownback to rescind his religious proclamations and opt not, in his official capacity, to attend or endorse the overtly Christian event “Going to the Heart,” which is scheduled to broadcast live from Topeka, Kan., on Dec. 8 from 3-6 p.m. CST.
Brownback not only publicly declared Dec. 8 a “Day of Restoration,” but recorded a promotional video for the national simulcast, calling on citizens to “pray to God, in humility and in unity to ask for his favor and assistance in these difficult times.”
I happen to feel that the United States is explicitly founded on the basis of a nation endowed by the Creator; we are a Spiritual nation.
However, I am further convinced that we are not an explicitly Christian nation. Further, I’m aware of the rulings of the Supreme Court that has severely restricted any government involvement in matters spiritual.
The worry that occupied the framers was not the public displays of religion or of government officials calling on days of prayer; indeed, Washington himself was very explicit regarding his belief that America was a Divine Experiment and often issued orders of prayer. Rather, the concern was that the government not establish a religion. That the government not pass laws requiring the joining of any religion or of passing any legislation that would require taxes to fund a state religion.
That being said, what would the general public say if, instead of asking citizens to “pray to God” implored them to “pray to Allah?”
Especially interesting because both the Christian God and the Muslim Allah are the God of Abraham. In other words, the same divine entity.
It seems that there is much kerfluffle on the intertubes about a certain governor from a certain state saying some certain words.
The last word, which begins with “a” and ends with “men” seems to be the biggie.
Lemme remind you:
…it would be peculiarly improper to omit in this first official act my fervent supplications to that Almighty Being who rules over the universe, who presides in the councils of nations, and whose providential aids can supply every human defect, that His benediction may consecrate to the liberties and happiness of the people of the United States a Government instituted by themselves for these essential purposes, and may enable every instrument employed in its administration to execute with success the functions allotted to his charge. In tendering this homage to the Great Author of every public and private good, I assure myself that it expresses your sentiments not less than my own, nor those of my fellow-citizens at large less than either. No people can be bound to acknowledge and adore the Invisible Hand which conducts the affairs of men more than those of the United States. Every step by which they have advanced to the character of an independent nation seems to have been distinguished by some token of providential agency
Having thus imparted to you my sentiments as they have been awakened by the occasion which brings us together, I shall take my present leave; but not without resorting once more to the benign Parent of the Human Race in humble supplication that, since He has been pleased to favor the American people with opportunities for deliberating in perfect tranquillity, and dispositions for deciding with unparalleled unanimity on a form of government for the security of their union and the advancement of their happiness, so His divine blessing may be equally conspicuous in the enlarged views, the temperate consultations, and the wise measures on which the success of this Government must depend.
America is a club of people who formed a society. And those people who made up this club said, “We believe in a God”. More than that, these people who formed this club said that you don’t have to believe in the same God as we do. Heck, you don’t even have to believe in a God if ya don’t wanna.
But we do.
And when we gather to do business, we pray to her.
You don’t have to pray; though I hope you do. But’cha kinda have’ta let me.
Brad and Britt. Gotta love ’em. Even when they are wrong, ya gotta love ’em.