Just a few years ago I had the privilege of taking my youngest son, Joshua, to Boston, Massachusetts to spend a couple of days there to see the Boston Red Sox play and to tour the city. It was a beautiful time with my son as we saw the USS Constitution, nicknamed "Old Ironsides," we walked the campus of Harvard University. But then we went on an historical walk through the city and came to the old North Church.

It was there my imagination took me back to the year 1775, when a man by the name of Paul Revere made an eternal mark in history by a single horse ride. He knew that war was on the horizon, and he did not want his nation to be caught unaware. He knew the enemy was coming, he just didn't know whether it would be by land or by sea. But very late on a moonlit night, when he saw those …