I am a Christian, and I am an American. It has always been—and probably will always be—a confusing identity. In no other country does this dual identity—religious and national—pose so many problems and offer so much promise. It seems that we are still building that “city on a hill” to which John Winthrop referred nearly 400 years ago; we are still functioning as “God’s almost-chosen people,” as Abraham Lincoln put it; we are still asking God for blessing and guidance during moments of national transition (like presidential inaugurals) and times of crisis (9-11). America does seem to be a “nation with the soul of a church.” It is a peculiar identity.