Posted BY: John F. Di Leo
We see these questions all the time: What does happiness mean to me? What does love mean to me? What does success mean to me?
Some are helpful questions — for society, for one’s faith, for one’s career. And some are just online clickbait, racking up hits for ad revenue.
But one challenging question arises now and then, in the back of our minds if not the tip of our tongues: What does the Constitution mean to me?
To some of the early settlers or the more recent immigrants, it’s either the vague prospects of freedom and opportunity or the very concrete matter of safety from a government that was persecuting them for being the wrong denomination, the wrong color, the wrong class.
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