I wish that were true because the world would be a better place if it were. Even the devil has faith.
The people who passed the beaten traveler had faith. The good Samaritan had faith and works.
I know plenty of people of all denominations who are in church every time the doors open for services or Bible study. They certainly have faith. Some of them are never to be found, though, when we paint the widow’s house or put together and deliver food baskets to the needy at Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I believe. The Holy Spirit can lay it on my heart to get up on Saturday morning, go downtown, and help in the soup kitchen. Still, despite my faith, I can resist His calling and sleep in, play golf or mow the lawn. The faith would still be there, such as it is, but it takes an act of our own will to properly demonstrate it.