Monday, September 21, 2026

The Cancer Chronicles: Rounds 1 & 2--Hiccups and Hesitations

Since everybody keeps asking how I'm doing, perhaps I should tell you. It is a principle of long standing to give the people what they want, even if talking about yourself can get old or embarrassing quickly. 

(I'm kidding. I'm a teacher. Telling stories on myself is one of my favorite tools.)

Sanballat, Sanballating

First, let me thank everyone who keeps telling me that they've been praying. I try to tell everyone that regardless, but it remains true if I missed you! There is nothing better than thundering at the gates of heaven, and it's even better if you don't have to do all the thundering yourself. Saves a ton of wear and tear on the knees.

Second, a little background.

A Little Background


My doctor and I had been trying to figure out what was going on with my digestion for months. I felt fine, but I kept bleeding. He was perplexed because I was thirty-five, healthy, and had no family history of cancer. [Not true, as it turned out. One of my great-grandparents apparently had colon cancer. You find out many interesting things about about your family as time rolls on and the right conversations happen.] 
So it couldn't be that. But he thought we ought to schedule a colonoscopy just to make sure.

So I contacted the absolutely splendid Veritas Surgery here in Moscow: a "direct-pay surgery group" that cuts out all the ridiculous insurance craziness of our modern healthcare system, and they got me in within three weeks. The doctor said there was something that didn't look healthy, but we'd wait on the biopsy.

Then he actually took the time, while out of town, to call us and deliver the news personally. Then he prayed for us, then and there. It was the best way we could have started a very wild ride. 

That was in mid-July, and we were ramping up for the upcoming school year and going to rehearsals for a musical show I performed in. We didn't tell anyone just yet--we wanted to see how bad things would be. Then came all the scans. PET scans. CT scans. MRI scans. I got injected with something radioactive at some point and did not develop superpowers. (Yet.)

The news was good, for cancer. The tumor has a good chance of responding well to treatment, and the cancer hasn't spread to anywhere else. The bad news was it was too far along to simply cut out. So the preferred option (said my heavily Hispanic oncologist) is chemotherapy. See if we can shrink old Sanballat right down to nothing. Or at least enough to chop out with a robotic knife.

Chemo


So what does chemo actually look like? Opening shot: cheerful high school teacher and absolutely amazing, hot, caring wife enter car. Following shot: A drive down to Lewiston and St. Joe's Cancer Center, forty minutes away. The usual meeting with the nurses. Blood pressure. Height. Weight. (Colon cancer is great for the waistline, by the way. I haven't been this skinny since I got married!) Check in with the doctor. And then you enter The Room.

Well, I call it that. It's a large room with ten or twelve comfy, slate-grey chairs, with enough room by each for an IV rack and a companion chair. Most of the occupants of the chairs are in their sixties or seventies; frail, wispy people who mostly sleep as life-prolonging poison drips into their veins.

The nurses prep you with a bag full of saline. They plug it into my chest (I got a fancy port installed under my skin so that they don't have to find a vein every round, which means I am now technically a cyborg. Booyah!) and wait. Draining that takes about forty-five minutes. I can taste it in the back of my throat when they start, and for your information, it tastes terrible. Somebody invent some tastier salt water, please.

Meanwhile the pharmacologist mixes up my specific dose of the day, checked and triple-checked by the chatty nurses. Then they plug that in, and for two hours I am free to read in my chair, while my wife sits beside me grading papers on the center wi-fi or makes a CostCo run. So far I have knocked out an A.A. Milne murder mystery (who knew Winnie-the-Pooh's creator wrote those?) and most of an overview on the political theory of the Middle Ages. The number of books I read this year might break the record. Meanwhile, various chemicals continue to drip. I am told this particular combo is so popular it has its own acronym: FOLFOX. It sounds like a bad country cover band, or a sixties missile silo.
Finally, you beep. But you are not done! No, dear reader, not content with poisoning you for two hours, they hook you up to a wearable pump, powered by your very body heat, that you wear around in a fanny pack for two more days. (That sounds really gross when I type it out like that...)

Then you return to The Room, where they make sure you haven't suffered anything too alarming, unplug you, and set you free for another eleven days until you do it all over again. Takes about half an hour, tops.

Hiccups


Now, while you are being actively poisoned, you are--follow me closely here--poisonous. So they have to put you on more nausea drugs to counteract the other drugs eating into your intestinal lining. And the most common side effect of those drugs thus far has been...hiccups.

Now, I'm not talking the usual, five-minutes-and-done hiccups. These are Dopey-the-Dwarf level hiccups; Chinese-human-wave-attacks-in-North-Korea-1950 hiccups, should-have-been-one-of-the-plagues-upon-Egypt hiccups, squeaking their way out of my diaphragm once every eight seconds for an hour or two at a time. It makes teaching...interesting.
I have always found hiccups oddly funny. God appears to want to test my endurance of that viewpoint.

But actually, other than that, most symptoms from that long, scary list they shove under your nose haven't showed up yet. Some minor sensitivity about the mouth--rather like you've burned your mouth but for a week at a time. Oh, and when I drink cold drinks it feels like a swallowed a cupful of porcupine. Those of you who know how much I love ice water will know what a sacrifice this involves.

Hesitations


Round II (which I finished last Friday) knocked me out rather more than Round I. I expect that trend to continue. But not knowing exactly what health challenge is coming next does make planning for the future...difficult. What will Christmas look like? Semester finals? Will I have hair? An appetite? Should I try to take on more work while I still can...or try to streamline what is already working? 

The prayers and well-wishes help. Calvinism helps. The psalms help more. "Cancer is a word, not a sentence," as British journalist John Diamond said. 

Pray that I keep pushing through it all. Pray that the side effects stay minimal. Pray for my lovely wife, who has to put up with me being a cross between a zombie and a cyborg. And pray that the next ten rounds go quickly. Those hiccups get old quick.

On to Round Three.

Monday, August 31, 2026

As a Dying Man to Dying Men

 

It's amazing how much of life we simply take for granted.

Think about the last time you got sick. Did you want anything so much as to be healthy again, or at the very least "not sick"? (This is so universally human, Aristotle used this exact scenario to distinguish various kinds of pleasures in the Nicomachean Ethics over 2000 years ago.) We take the ability to eat what we like, go where we want, breathe, sleep, even move as something that will always be there. We're Americans, after all. Isn't that our birthright?

God, a consuming fire, has to break us out of that complacency so often. 

"...because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away. For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it withereth the grass, and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth"

The tool He appears to be using to remind me of that truth is, oddly, cancer.

I say "oddly" in that I'm thirty-five, in relatively good health, and descended from relatively healthy people. All my grandparents are in their nineties, no cancer. Cancer isn't really supposed to be in my ballpark. But about a month ago we found out that I do indeed have rectal cancer.

Everybody immediately wants to know the stage. I actually don't know, because my oncologist has refused to tell me! ;-) But the tumor (I tend to call it Sanballat) is too big to operate on, so chemotherapy is our next move to try to shrink him down to mini-Sanballat-size. I start this Wednesday. If you notice all my hair falling out in the next few weeks, don't worry--my students aren't that bad! Thus far, the bad news. But there are hopeful signs as well--it hasn't spread to other organs, the tumor seems to be solitary for the moment, and this treatment often works great (check the prayer request list lower down for some specifics). All that to say, don't send me any teary farewell letters yet. God's not done with me...as far as I know. 

Needless to say, the last month has been quite a learning curve--scans, and appointments, and doctors, and appointments, and bills, and appointments--filled with enough "possible side effects" to make your hair stand on end (while I still have hair). If I've dropped any responsibilities to any of you during that period, my apologies. I've had three different scans, four blood tests, a 24-hr pee test (that was interesting), two knocked-out operations, and I've collected a significant number of meds to deal with the side effects of my other meds that enhance my main meds. So many orange plastic jars. By next week, I should be able to tell you quite a lot about the modern chemo experience. My guess is that it will center around various flavors of nausea, but we'll see. Tony Esolen's Substack (which you should subscribe to immediately) noted today that "potion" and "poison" come from the exact same root; doctors have been trying to poison people "just enough" for quite a long time. It's nice to know I'm traditional.

Our family has been nothing but supportive, and they and our church family are absolutely bombarding heaven with prayers. Given the unpredictability of cancer, that is the best thing you can do right now. Here are some specific ones:

  • That all the possible (terrible) side effects would be kept to a minimum.
  • That Molly would have the stamina and joy to put up with me--because let's face it, I'm rather a grouch without cancer and chemo in the mix. In fact, pray for her twice.
  • That treatment would be sufficient to get rid of the tumor entirely without surgery. That can apparently happen in about 30% of cases. If we get to surgery, my chances of having a colostomy bag the rest of my life spike enormously and I would really rather...not.
  • That I can serve my 136 Logos Online high-school students well with a chemo brain. Grading papers already feels like being tied to a chair and being slowly poisoned; I hope I can continue to do that well when that is no longer a metaphor! Scheduling classes around chemo sessions is also going to be less than ideal, so pray for everybody involved that we can keep education actually happening.
This does mean that our adoption process is on hold for the next eight months or so, and we might have to spend some of that money y'all so kindly gave us on keeping me alive instead. Prerequisites, you know? But we'll be sure to keep all of you in the loop if we win through this and start back up.

Molly and I are doing well so far--trusting God for the unknowns, and trying to laugh about the knowns. As I remarked to her shortly after the diagnosis: "So this means that we have no idea how long I'm going to live, or what's going to happen next. Rather like...every day, actually." It's rather comforting to have a God big enough to manage Providence down to the details of which cells are growing in places they shouldn't. The money is holding out for the moment, and we promise to let y'all know if other needs jump to the fore. 

As for me, meditating on mortality over the last month has discovered a marked taste for poetry and the familiar--reading George Herbert and Alexander Pope and Winne the Pooh and Sherlock Holmes instead of worrying about the latest Twitter squabble or playing a computer game. When you've found out what might kill you, worrying about how the Jews might be controlling the economy gets even sillier and more useless than it was already. I challenge you all, in fact, to take a moment and ponder what you would do over the next week if you did get that phone call saying you had cancer. If you were a dying man, would you change anything?

Well, one dying man to another, you actually are. God alone knows when he's calling you home, or how. So choose...wisely. Don't take life for granted. After all, it's a gift.


Monday, July 20, 2026

A Goode Summer Novel List


[Editor's note: this was intended to be published at the beginning of June, as summer actually dawned. It was not. We have fired those responsible and sent them to various horrible punishments, and trust that such mistakes will occur less frequently at this publication going forward.]

Summer, in educational circles, is the time to kick back and actually read something for fun. For most of us, that means a good novel. Bonus points if it is a novel novel that we haven't read before! There's nothing like dropping into a new world as a first-time visitor. Of course, this is risky, because that world might blow up in your face, so it's helpful to have a guide in the world of words--a Virgil to guide us out of the stacks of pages (that were formerly woods). 


So permit me to shove a few novels towards you with a hopeful expression on my face. I've organized them in fives: my top five novels of all time, five fun romps, and five relative unknowns. If you haven't read one of these, there's no moment like the present!


Sunday, June 7, 2026

Wait, I Say, On the Lord

 

Psalm 27:14: Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD. 

Mankind has always feared the unknown, the delayed, darkness, and danger; our fears lurk in such places. But LORD, you are our light and salvation; so whom shall we fear? Only you. And so we come to you, yet again, with petitions and prayers that must be brought into the light, lest they rot our hearts in the darkness.

Summer is a time of Grace Agenda preparations. It is no small task to educate and feed a small army, so be with those who plan—that they may be strong and forget nothing.

Summer is a time of travel, and travel can be dangerous. We pray for safety for our brothers and sisters on the road.

Summer is a time of weddings, which bring unique temptations to our many engaged couples. Keep them chaste and focused on serving others, not themselves.

Summer is a time of activity, which means those sick and damaged can feel their pain more. You have made our bodies your tabernacle, and told us to desire one thing:  to dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of our life, to behold the beauty of the LORD. Heal our sick, and do not let their sickness define them. In particular this week we name Barbera, Bekah, Amy, and Tammy.

Summer can be a time of hot opposition from our enemies. We pray for those on the front lines of our spiritual war: Christians in the Sudan, the Madsen family in Zambia, Pastor Toby in Ireland. For we had fainted, unless we had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Do not let them faint.

All of which we ask in your son’s name, Amen


King's Cross Petitions, June 7th, A.D. 2026

Thursday, June 4, 2026

Favorite Student Blunders and Bloopers: 2024-2026

 It's that time of year again, time to revel in the hilarious misspelling, malapropism, or just plain goof. If you recognize your work here, know that my respect for you remains high, but you did give me a chuckle--a chuckle I want to share with others. 

(Since I apparently never posted last year's bloopers, they are included here as well!)


A.D. 2024-25


“Princess Diana of Whales is the best person my Aunt Mary can be compared to.”

“You are most defiantly going to need to know how to write well during your classes.”

“Beast your eyes on the water which is plummeting down on the mountain!”

“Love God, He will life you up; deny Him, He will cast you down.”

“The background knowledge on the Iliad (like Paris and Helen's story, the gods, and the Treaty of Versailles) is very helpful.”

What three creatures does Socrates “model” and compare the tripartite nature of man to in Book IX? “The Lion, which is the passion, the man, which is the ration, and the multiheaded beast, which is the animation.”

What was Aesop’s social class? “Aesop was thought to be a salve.”

“If a man’s animal nature takes over, Plato might call him greedy or glutinous; lazy or undisciplined.”

“Fear, honnor and intersections were the 3 reason thucydided said a nation went to war.”

“God promised that David would have a descendent on the thrown forever.”

Thrasymachus’ definition of justice: “It was the advantage of the stronger or might makes write.”

“Thucydides said Athens had a strong navel.”

“This being a fun story, I figured I'd retell it just as it is. I wanted it kind of like a pudding for thought: not too potent but enough to keep the reader entertained and feeling better after the read.”

“During the Fenaissance, people began to experiment with the flute.”

“Lucretius did not believe in a diving power ruling over the world.”

“Christianity didn’t completely ride the world of warfare, but it changed the terms and promoted a better way of life.”


A.D. 2025-26


“Christmas should not be celebrated in corporeal worship.”

“Individuals who are not capable of repeating should not be baptized.”

“I call to the people to not give up and coward away but to get up and fight. For if we coward away we are also giving up not just the fight but this nation.”

“Arius believed in the creation of the sun.”

What was at stake in the medieval “Investiture Conflict” from the 1100-1200s? “In the medieval times of 1100-1200s, the problem of “Investiture Conflict” was around.”

“Arius and his followers believed there was a time when the Son of God was naught.”

“As the light trickled in through a small window, Boethius’ fate sat upon his mind like a gamer on his mom’s couch.”

“All humans encounter leadership in their lives: weather in the family; a father leading the wife and children, or perhaps the older child leading the younger ones.”

“It could be anything from Christians and the story of the crucifiction, to how Aeneas founded Britain.”

“A biproduct of this lack of Christian values in public school, has opened up many temptations for kids.”

“The principals America was founded on will carry her to the moon.”

“I do think that our education is better than what the medevils had and if they saw us they would be green with envy.”

“Education now has lost a little of its meaning and talent is forced into a uniform box till disheartened, insert buff dog meme, old english literature, I am a tale of knights and dragons still read 800 years later.” (Editor's note--???)

“The Pax Romana allowed Jesus to be born into a stable world.”

“Marcus Aurelias followed Stoichsism.”

What was the 1st Triumvirate? “The three big cheeses of 60 B.C.”

In a single essay, a student spelled “medieval” four different ways: “medeval,” “medevil,” “midevial,” and “midvial.” (He never did get it right.)

Thursday, April 9, 2026

In Which I Indulge in a Smidge of Literary Criticism

 So there I was, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, absent-mindedly browsing a book of The Top 500 Poems when after Poe's "To Helen" I come across an editor's note. And it was a rather puzzling editor's note.


 To really get the full flavor of the thing, you'll need the poem. Here it is:

Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.

Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand,
Ah! Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!

And here is the note that so perplexed me afterward:

"The classical trappings are both allusive and elusive, as though the poet preferred suggestion to assertion. Nobody has explained "Nicean"; "Naiad" and "Psyche" remain indeterminate. The poem is, nevertheless, a gem."

Surely the editor cannot mean that no one has a good explanation for what Poe is referring to in those lines? It looks like a pretty straightforward Odysseus reference to me--who else can be the "weary, way-worn wanderer" coming home by ship to a long-awaited love? Then Poe crosspollinates it with the myth of Cupid and Psyche with the lamp (in some versions of the myth Psyche is forced to freeze for a bit after looking on Cupid, so she can't chase him--thus "statue-like"). Psyche is, of course, the soul emerging from the library (where all the aforementioned classics of Rome and Greece reside) which any book-lover would know is "Holy Land." And a Naiad is a water-spirit that can (a la the Sirens/mermaids) be very attractive to men and lure them into the ocean--here, the classics, where his lady-love has inspired Poe to dwell in pure Romantic fashion.

As for "Nicean" (the toughest one) Poe might simply be under the impression that the isle of the Phaeacians, Scheria, where Odysseus caught a ride is near real-life Nicea (though it's traditional identification with Corfu is a long way from there, so that seems odd). Or maybe, like many poets throughout the ages, he needed a cool-sounding word that fit the meter!

There you go. Figured it all out. Somebody pay me.



Commonplaces: 1st QTR A.D. 2026


"Vos orate Dominum, ut quod voce hominis infertur auribus vestris, idipsum digito dei vestris inscribatur cordibus." (Pray to the Lord, that these words, by which man’s voice is brought to your ears, may by the finger of God be written in your hearts.)—Henry Bullinger, Decades I.5


“I am not, of course, maintaining that theology, even before you believe it, is totally bare of aesthetic value. But I do not find it superior in this respect to most of its rivals. Consider for a few moments the enormous aesthetic claim of its chief contemporary rival—what we may loosely call the scientific outlook, the picture of Mr. H.G. Wells and the rest. Supposing this to be a myth, is it not one of the finest myths which human imagination has yet produced? The play is preceded by the most austere of all preludes: the infinite void, and matter restlessly moving to bring forth it knows not what. Then, by the millionth millionth chance—what tragic irony—the conditions at one point of space and time bubble up into that tiny fermentation which is the beginning of life. Everything seems to be against the infant hero of our drama—just as everything seems to against the youngest son or ill-used stepdaughter at the opening of a fairy tale. But life somehow wins through. With infinite suffering, against all but insuperable obstacles, it spreads, it breeds, it complicates itself, from the amoeba up to the plant, up to the reptile, up to the mammal. We glanced briefly at the age of monsters.

Sunday, January 4, 2026

ADMMXXV Retrospective

Favorite neighbors...
And so we bid farewell to the Year of Our Lord 2025. For the Goode household, it was a good year. God gave us many things; all of them helpful, virtually all of them positive. This year was like a good friend telling stories over dinner--often familiar, always enjoyable, and occasionally coming up with something you really didn't expect even after all this time. 

(I somehow took not a single sunset/sunrise photo this year, so instead of the customary burning atmosphere, you get the local ducks. Sorry. I shall do better in 2026.)

Tuesday, December 30, 2025

Schlepping the Shelf: December 2025

 

As we hook 2025 up to life support and gather quietly (or not so quietly) round its bedside, waiting for the phoenix of '26 to rise from the ashes, it's good to ponder what really made an impact this year. 

Of course, if you have any right to call yourself an educated man, some of that impact will be books. Books were the first long-distance communication, and they still remain one of the few that can allow you to commune with the dead, at least without involving the Witch of Endor and a few sleazy devils. So here are some of my favorite semi-seances of the last six months, with both the living and the dead.

Finished

Authorized: The Use and Misuse of the KJV Bible by Mark Ward. A good overall look at why the KJV can no longer be the only (and he would say, even primary) Bible translation. While I agree with his overall point, I would locate the cause not in inevitable “language change” where he does, but in the massive dumbing-down of our education--somehow ploughboys in 1885 didn’t have any trouble with the KJV. When I posted this as a tweet, Canon Press reposted it (since I listened to it on Canon+) and got me into my first, and only, Twitter spat. Mostly it proved that X users can't read.

Thursday, December 11, 2025

Writing Exercises on Beauty and Predestination

 Every year, I let my HUM II classes give me a question to write a 45-minute in-class essay on--sort of a fair turnabout for all the writing I assign them! They give me four possible topics, and I pick one to answer. This year's two topics were "What is beauty?" and "What do you think of the doctrine of predestination?" Both pieces are severely limited by lack of time and space, but here they are, just the same.

What is Beauty?


We have discussed many important questions in this class, but “what is beauty?” struck a nerve of its own. This might simply be because of its eternal relevance. If we don’t know what beauty is, can we appreciate a painting in a museum? The face of a movie actor? Who’s to say, really, whether one room is more attractive in a house than another? Perhaps your friend might like lots of ferns and exposed steel in a room, so that is “beautiful,” while the other guy likes low-lit, open-concept Spanish ranch houses. Can we actually find a standard to judge between them, or must we throw up our hands and give way to a whirlpool of relative ugliness?

In our age, “beauty” is often relegated merely to the natural form—the sort of word we use about pictures of Rocky Mountain landscapes unspoilt by the hand of man, or a particularly fine bone structure in the body of a Hollywood star. This is fine as far as it goes, but all too often this degenerates into mere taste: one guy likes the Shenandoah Valley in the early morning and the other likes LA sunsets (the smog really sets off the clouds). But if beauty is merely personal taste, then we’ve reduced it to the perception level of each person. No one can say what beauty is, the same way no one can force me to like pineapple on pizza or the color combination of orange and maroon. In short, we destroy the very concept of beauty by drowning it in a sea of mere preference.

Sunday, September 21, 2025

Surrounded by Fires

 

Psalm LVII  My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword. Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth. 


 

Lord, you know that we are surrounded by fires great and small. Some are the physical fires of pain and anguish. Some are the mental burnings of fear, doubt, and delay. And men who long to sink their teeth and tongues into us prowl about, hoping that we will give in to those fires that they may gloat over our weakness. But you laugh at the wicked, and they serve your pleasure. Protect us, and grant our petitions for release and comfort.

First we pray for those who have lost loved ones—the Christopherson family, Charlie Kirk’s family, and for their friends as well. The ones left standing have to cry all the tears for those who are gone. Protect them today at their memorial.

Next we pray for those with health problems, particularly Corban, Kane, Amy, Bekah. Guard them and all those like them, and keep them in the bad times and good. Give them stamina and good humor.

We pray for Keith Darrell, whose ministry on college campuses is now more dangerous than we knew. Grant him success, that he may save souls from among the lions prowling about our schools.

 We pray for the authorities in our land. We know that when justice languishes, the righteous suffer, and there is much injustice in our system. Help us to reform it and bind the people to your law.

Last, we pray for the engaged couples. They are in a time of waiting that is both exciting and frustrating. Give them endurance and joy as they wait for the next step. 

Keep us safe and guard our trials. We know you hear us, "for thy mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds."  


KC Prayer of Petition, Sept. 21, A.D. 2025

Thursday, July 3, 2025

Commonplaces--April through June 2025

 


“The Assembly of Puritan notables was no more competent to initiate successful self-government in England than a Congress of Abolitionists, in 1860, would have been competent to govern the United States.”

“As each country must, sooner or later, obtain exactly that measure of political freedom to which it is entitled, so, when it falls under a tyranny, the tyranny must be strictly conditioned by the character of the people.”

“The truth is, that a strong nation can only be saved by itself, and not by a strong man, though it can be greatly aided and guided by a strong man. A weak nation may be doomed anyhow, or it may find its sole refuge in a despot; a nation struggling out of darkness may be able to take its first steps only by the help of a master hand, as was true of Russia, under Peter the Great; and if a nation, whether free or unfree, loses the capacity for self government, loses the spirit of sobriety and of orderly liberty, then it has no cause to complain of tyranny; but a really great people, a people really capable of freedom and of doing mighty deeds in the world, must work out its own destiny, and must find men who will be its leaders—not its masters.” Teddy Roosevelt, Oliver Cromwell

“Dancing masters and tailors may rig up a fop, but they cannot make a nothing into a man. You may color a millstone as much as you like, but you cannot improve it into a cheese.”—C.H. Spurgeon, John Ploughman (Michael Foster X post)

“Since, therefore, there could be no doubt on this point, that man is the source both of the greatest help and the greatest harm to man, I set it down as the peculiar function of virtue to win the hearts of men and to attach them to one’s own service.”—Cicero, De Officies II.v

“Nihil est sceleratius prudenti orbitate” (Nothing is more wicked than prudence among the bereaved)—Pseudo-Quintilian, Declamationes Maiores X.12

Monday, June 23, 2025

What We All Believe

 One of the things the modern world has lost is that truly important things should be sung, not diagrammed. 


To that end, take a listen to this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7j3VS-K89V4

Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Schlepping the Shelf: June 2025

 So what's on the shelf these days? I've got a long backlog to make up since January, since my life was consumed in succession by my master's thesis, NSA graduation and a family visit, and Logos Online finals. All that being finally over, let's revel in the summer solitude by doing a little schlepping, shall we?

Finished

The End of Protestantism by Peter Leithart. As a survey of some of the ways denominationalism goes wrong, and a record of some interesting church developments in the global south, it was fine. But I reject his overall theses—first that Jesus has not been granted his prayer for unity in John 17; second, that now is the time to shed denominationalism. As usual for Leithart, this is highly academic and studies-based. The world has changed rapidly since 2016, when this was written, and in my humble opinion it is woefully out of date due to the meteoric rise of nationalism and factionalism we've seen in the past decade. Perhaps this is the century of Protestantism after all?

The Great Betrayal by Ernle Bradford. A detailed and moving account of the scurrilous Fourth Crusade—which did not crusade at all but was diverted by the crafty Enrico Dandalo, the doge of Venice, to destroy and sack rival Constantinople, the last Christian barrier to the Mohommedan hordes in the east. The fact that a Crusading army got hoodwinked into doing a merchant's dirty work should make all the terminally-online Crusader anons think really deeply about their project. Simple zeal is not enough to do the Lord's work; sometimes it just means you do the Devil's work faster. Her treasury depleted and a vast amount of territory, scholarship, and craftsmanship lost during the sack and the Christian infighting that followed, Constantinople would fall to the Turks only a few hundred years later.

The Life of Antony by Athanasius. Translated H. Ellershaw (Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers). Deeply moving and convicting. We Protestants lost much when, in our zeal to get rid of the rotting encrustation of wonder-working saints, we utterly discounted the life of sacrifice and miracles that so many of our ancient sources hold out clearly. The world is a wondrous place, and God works in it when we ask Him. May we ask more, and be worthy when we ask. I can see why Augustine (indeed, all Europe) was impressed.

Oliver Cromwell by Theodore Roosevelt. An interesting little book—more because of what it says about Roosevelt than Cromwell (I think Buchan’s version is both more detailed and more personal). This is a great read for students of American history. Teddy loves to pull parallels with the War for Independence and Washington; some of which, I think, are even true. Modern historians would denigrate this as too “Great Man Theory of History” and not complex enough. I think it is useful for precisely this moment, as we see how great men can actually shape history. Free Gutenberg Press ebook.

The Maker vs. the Takers by Jerry Bowyer. An economic explanation of Jesus’ life, parables, and crucifixion. While it’s important to approach this with the grain of salt that lurks in all explanations of scripture that just happen to line up with our own current viewpoints, I think he’s on to something. This makes several obscure/problematic passages in the Gospels work nicely. A recommended read, particularly as the Gospel references to "the Jews" continue to heat up on X.

The Idea of a University by John Henry Newman. Excellent and well-written, though it is a great pity his faith in Rome occasionally moves him to miss the point of his own work. A worthy candidate for required reading for a college faculty. What is a college? Why should we have one? What should we teach when we do have one? How do you avoid producing merely learned fools? Newman cogently answers all of these, while attacking the rise of the "scientific" research university in its very earliest (1852) days. An applicable sententia: “Nothing is more common in an age like this, when books abound, than to fancy that the gratification of a love of reading is real study.”


A boatload of ancient Roman rhetorical texts--from the usual suspects (Cicero and Seneca) to some more obscure corners (Calpurnius Flaccus or Libanius, anyone?) I think I learned a lot; I also doubt anyone else really cares. We shall nerd out about rhetoric another time.

Ploductivity by Douglas Wilson. A reread, but still great. If you struggle at all with time management and stewardship of your various responsibilities (and who doesn't?) get this and read it now.

In Progress

I'm working up a new Humanities III (that's medieval) course for Logos Online in the fall, so most of my reading right now are texts from that book list, though there are a few exceptions: 

Shop Class as Soulcraft by Matthew B. Crawford. This one will probably warrant a full post when I'm done with it. Suffice it for now that I'm really enjoying it--enough to savor it and read it very slowly.

Le Morte D'Arthur by Thomas Malory. I've long been familiar with Howard Pyle's version, now I get a look at the original (1485). It's been fun spotting a few of my old vocabulary friends from Middle English, such as "thilke," though my favorite word thus far is "feutered"--as in "the knights feutered their spears, and dashed together, and bore each other down horse and man" (which happens quite a lot). By turns fun, allegorical, bawdy, chivalric, and barbaric; it's a fun summary of the late medieval period. Currently I'm in the tragedy of Tristram and Isolde.

Gesta Regum Anglorum (Chronicle of the Kings of England) by William of Malmesbury. In an age of Christian Nationalism debates, it's quite fun to see a historian evaluate a civil ruler by two simple criteria: did he protect his land from invaders, and did he support the church (usually monetarily). It's amazing how many times he's noted something along the lines of "This ruler killed a man and carried off his woman and lived with her in sin and was excommunicated for it (by the very bishop he'd appointed himself) and was drunk all the time, but he repented on his deathbed and left quite a bit of land to the local monastery, so all in all he was a blessed ruler. We know this because of the number of miracles that have occurred at his tomb." It's simply an utterly opposite way of looking at the world. "The past is a foreign country--they do things differently there."

Idylls of the King by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. It's fascinating to read this side-by-side with L'Morte and see how Tennyson adjusted/rewrote/cleaned up Malory for his Victorian audience. Don't hear that as bad; sometimes (the seduction of Merlin by Vivian, for instance) he vastly improved it. This is good enough that I'm annoyed I'm only encountering now; someone should have made me read it earlier.

In Defense of Christian Nations by Michael Belch. Just started this one. I had the privilege of meeting the author (a fellow LOS teacher) last week. So far, it looks like he's taking a similar tack to Abraham Kuyper in Common Grace, though from a slightly different angle: the nations are governed by the Noahic Covenant down to our own day, and are thus ordained by God for our ordering and instruction. More to come.

Friday, January 17, 2025

Schlepping the Shelf: January 2025

 


The five of you who read my stuff semi-regularly will know that I’ve had a regular entry (really, my only regular long-form post) called the “book of the month.” I stole the idea from Doug Wilson, and I like to think it has gone fairly well. But you also probably noticed that the series died right around the time school started, and before that, scheduling had gotten very irregular. This was partially due to the usual writing discipline problems, but it was also partially due to my desire to make up a respectably lengthy post for my readers. With certain books, I had difficulty doing that—some books really only do warrant a blurb or a sentence.



Retiring the Book of the Month


So I am retiring the “book of the month” feature, at least for the moment.

Friday, January 10, 2025

Adoption Update: January 2025

Enough of my friends and acquaintances have asked me lately how the adoption process is going that I decided to write this up. That way, if you don’t know, it’s your own fault and not mine!

The basics first, to forestall any excitement—we are still waiting and have not matched with anyone. But I thought I would take the opportunity to describe a little bit about the modern process of adoption for those of you who don’t know. That way you’ll better know what to look for, and how to pray for the folks in your life in our situation.

Saturday, January 4, 2025

ADMMXXIV Retrospective

 And so we bid farewell to the Year of Our Lord 2024. It was an interesting year, a unique year. Dare I say there will never be its like again.

Photo by me. You can't have it unless you ask nicely.
It was not a banner year for the Goode household, but it wasn't the kind that you wince when somebody names, either. 2024 is like that one friend we all have that we don't remember to even think about until he appears across the room at the party and waves. A good fellow, but not very flashy.

So this little retrospective will contain nothing more earth-shattering than normal life. Of course Chesterton would remind us (were he here) that there is nothing less normal than normal life. For is it not in the everyday round of sleep, meals, germs, fellowship, work, and food that immortal souls are forged? So let's work through some areas where God was doing some forging.

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Commonplaces: October thru December 2024



“Some students don’t know enough to tackle a dead cat.”—Dr. Gordon Wilson

“The boldness of this age is such, is not only to make a man’s words sound otherwise than when they came from him, and so traduce him; but confidently to aver that there are such things written in books, of such men, which never yet came into their thoughts, much less into their pen.—Jeremiah Burroughs, Irenicum

“Truth is the bond that keeps unity, but error is wild. You know not where to find it, nor yourselves if you give way to it. Our present times will be a testimony of this to all future generations.”— Burroughs

“Don’t talk to me of pacts. There are no binding oaths between men and lions—wolves and lambs can enjoy no meeting of the minds—they are all bent on hating each other to the death. So with you and me.”—Homer, Iliad (Fagles Bk XXII)

“Thrice miserable and lost are people whom nothing can delight except what is, if not obscene and dirty, yet inane, profitless, ridiculous, and unworthy of man.”—Bucer, De Regno Christi

“Denique cum praecipua felicitatis pars sit, ut quod sis, esse velis, nimirum totum hoc praestat compendio mea Philautia, ut neminem suae formae, neminem sui ingenii, neminem generis, neminem loci, neminem instituti, nemiminem patriae poeniteat, adeo, ut nec Irlandus cum Italo, nec Thrax cum Atheniensi, nec Scytha cum Insulis Fortunatis cupiat permutare. Et o singularem naturae sollicitudinem, ut in tanta rerum varietate paria fecit omnia.” [And since for the most part happiness consists in being willing to be what you are, my Self-love has provided a shortcut to it by ensuring that no one is dissatisfied with his own looks, talents, people, position, customs, or country. And so no Irishman would want to change places with an Italian nor Thracian with Athenian nor Scythian with an inhabitant of the Islands of the Blessed. What remarkable foresight of Nature it was, to level out all these variations and make all alike!]— Erasmus, Praise of Folly

“[These essays’] second object was to show that the acquisition of wealth was finally possible only under certain moral conditions of society, of which quite the first was a belief in the existence and even, for practical purposes, and the attainability of honesty.”— Ruskin, Unto These Last

“For no human actions ever were to intended by the maker of men to be guided by the balances of expediency, but by balances of justice. He has therefore rendered all endeavors to determine expediency futile for evermore. No man ever knew or can know, but will be the ultimate result to himself, or to others, of any given line of conduct. But every man may know, and most of us do know, what is a just and unjust act.”

“…perhaps even that the final outcome and consummation of all wealth is in the producing as many as possible full-breathed, bright-eyed, and happy-hearted human creatures.”

“Labor is the contest of the life of man with an opposite—the term “life” including his intellect, soul, and physical power, contending with question, difficulty, trial, or material force.”

“We continually hear it recommended by sagacious people to complaining neighbors(usually less well placed in the world than themselves), that they should “remain content in the station in which providence has placed them.” There are perhaps some circumstances of life in which Providence has no intention that people should be content. Nevertheless, the maxim is on the whole a good one; but it is peculiarly for home use. That your neighbor should, or should not, remain content with his position, is not your business; but it is very much your business to remain content with your own. What is chiefly needed in England at the present day is to show the quantity of pleasure that may be obtained by a consistent, well administered competence: modest, confessed, and laborious. We need examples of people who, leaving Heaven to decide whether or not they are to rise in the world, decide for themselves that they will be happy in it, and have resolved to seek—not greater wealth, but simpler pleasure; not higher fortune, but deeper felicity; making the first of possessions, self-possession; and honoring themselves in the harmless pride and calm pursuits of peace.”

“We had better seek for a system which will develop honest men, then for one which will deal cunningly with vagabonds. Let us reform our schools, and we shall find little reform needed in our prisons.”

“No doubt work is a luxury, and a very great one. It is, indeed, at once a luxury and a necessity; no man can retain either health of mind or body without it.”—Ruskin

“Our own generation enjoys the legacy bequeathed to it by that which preceded it. We frequently know more, not because we have moved ahead by our own natural ability, but because we are supported by the strength of others, and possess riches that we have inherited from our forefathers. Bernard of Chartres used to compare us to dwarfs perched on the shoulders of giants. He pointed out that we see more and farther than our predecessors, not because we have keener vision or greater height, but because we are lifted up and borne aloft on their gigantic stature.”—John of Salisbury, Metalogicon III.4

“Imitatur ars igitur naturam, et quod ea desiderat id inveniat, quod ostendit sequatur. Nihil est enim quod aut natura extremum invenerit aut doctrina primum; sed rerum principia ab ingenio profecta sunt exitus disciplina conparantur.” [Let art, then, imitate nature, find what she desires, and follow as she directs. For in invention nature is never last, education never first; rather the beginnings of things arise from natural talent and the ends are reached by discipline.]—Rhetorica Ad Herrenium III.xxii

“Neque equus indomitus quamvis bene natura conpositus sit, idoneus potest esse ad utilitates quae desiderantur ab equo; neque homo indoctus quamvis sit ingeniosus, ad virtutem potest pervenire.” [Neither can an untrained horse, however well-built by nature, be fit for the service desired of a horse; nor can an uncultivated man, however well-endowed by nature, attain to virtue.]—IV.xlvi

“It is the nature of war that what is beneficial to you is detrimental to the enemy and what is of service to him always hurts you. It is therefore a maxim never to do, or omit doing, anything as a consequence of his actions, but to consult invariably your own interest only.”—Vegetius, De Re Militari Bk III

“Nature is infinitely stronger than the works of man; why not profit from it?”—Maurice de Saxe, My Reveries on the Art of War

“The first thing to about think about then will be the question of subsistence; without supplies no army is brave, and a great general who is hungry is not a hero for long.”

“A perfect general, like Plato’s republic, is a figment of the imagination. Either would be admirable, but it is not characteristic of human nature to produce beings exempt from human weaknesses and defects. The finest medallion have a reverse side.”

“Skepticism is the mother of security. Even though only fools trust their enemies, prudent persons never do. The general is the principle sentinel of his army.”— Frederick the Great, Instructions for His Generals

“A well-established maxim of war is not to do anything which your enemy wishes—and for the single reason that he does so wish.”

“The passage from the defensive to the offensive is one of the most delicate operations of war.”

“The effect of discussions, making a show of talent, and calling councils of war will be what the effect of these things has been in every age: they will end in the adoption of the most pusillanimous or (if the expression be preferred) the most prudent measures, which in war are almost uniformly the worst that can be adopted. True wisdom, so far as a general is concerned, consists in energetic determination.”

“War is composed of nothing but accidents, and, although holding to general principles, a general should never lose sight of everything to enable him to profit from these accidents; that is the mark of genius. In war there is but one favorable moment; The great art is to seize it.”— Napoleon Bonaparte, Maxims

“Now, for your help in this, God has given two lights to the world: the sun, the greater, to rule the day; and the moon, the lesser, to rule the night. So he has given two lights to man to guide his course: first are the scriptures, the greater, to guide man, especially in his spiritual condition, in those more immediate references he has to God, for His worship and enjoyment of communion with Him. The other is less, the light of reason, to be his guide in natural and civil things, in ordering his life for his natural and civil good. And though it is true that religion makes use of reason, and that we have help from the scriptures in our natural and civil affairs, yet these two lights each have their distinct, special use according to those distinct conditions of man.”— Jeremiah Burroughs, Irenicum

“None of this means anything if you are alone with your genius, whispering back and forth to each other cogito ergo sum until you realize you’re the same person. That was the promise of modernity and postmodernity, and you are more prey to it than you realize.”—Joffre Swait, Substack “Repent of Aloneness”

“Admittedly there are spirits so pronounced that they are unrepentant. Chief among them is marc, or grappa—brandy distilled from the leavings of the vintage. As it happens, though, I have no desire to cover it with anything. I find it delectable— full of nostalgia and the remembrance of the first afternoon on which I drank it. It is relevant of earth and stems and the resurrected soul of the grape, all combined with an overpowering suggestion of freshly painted radiators in a shoe store—which, you will concede, must be the very essence of unforgettability.”— Robert Farrar Capon, The Supper of the Lamb

“Let the end then of the common law be defined as the preservation, in the concerns and disputes of citizens, of an impartiality founded on statute and custom.”—Cicero, De Oratore I.lxii

“And as history, which bears witness to the passing of the ages, sheds light upon reality, gives life to recollection and guidance to human existence, and brings tidings of ancient days, whose voice, but the orators, can entrust her to immortality?”— II.ix

“But these loci can be useful only to a speaker who is a man of affairs, qualified by experience, which age assuredly brings, or by listening and reflection, which through careful study outruns age. For bring me a man as accomplished, as clear and acute in thinking, and as ready in delivery as you please; if, for all that, he is a stranger to social intercourse, precedent, tradition, and the manners and disposition of his fellow countrymen, these loci from which proofs are derived will avail him but little. I must have talent which has been cultivated; soil, as it were, not of a single plowing, but both broken and given a second plowing so as to be capable of bearing better and more abundant produce. And the cultivation is practice, listening, reading, and letters.”—II.xxx

“Together with all your other claims to distinction the greatest one was that you not only said the proper thing but also avoided saying what was not the proper thing.”—II.lxxiii

“They may anticipate that an academic system, formed upon my model, will result in nothing better or higher than in the production of that antiquated variety of human nature and remnant of feudalism, as they consider it, called ‘a gentleman.’”— Richard Henry Newman, The Idea of a University

“Just as a commander wishes to have tall and well-formed and vigorous soldiers, not from any abstract devotion to the military standard of height or age, but for the purposes of war, and no one thinks it anything but natural and praiseworthy in him to be contemplating, not abstract qualities, but his own living and breathing men; so, in like manner, when the Church founds a University, she is not cherishing talent, genius, or knowledge, for their own sake, but for the sake of her children, with a view to their spiritual welfare and their religious influence and usefulness, with the object training them to fill their respective posts in life better, and of making them more intelligent, capable, active members of society.”

“When the intellect has once been properly trained and formed to have a connected view or grasp of things, it will display its powers with more or less effect according to its particular quality and capacity in the individual. In the case of most men it makes itself felt in the good sense, sobriety of thought, reasonableness, candor, self-command, and steadiness of view, which characterize it. In some it will have developed habits of business, power of influencing others, and sagacity. In others it will elicit the talent of philosophical speculation, and lead the mind forward to eminence in this or that intellectual department. In all it will be a faculty of entering with comparative ease into any subject of thought, and of taking up with aptitude any science or profession. All of this it will be and will do in a measure, even when the mental formation be made after a model but partially true; for, as far as effectiveness goes, even false views of things have more influence and inspire more respect than no views at all. Men who fancy they see what is not are more energetic, and make their way better, than those who see nothing; And so the undoubted infidel, the fanatic, the heresiarch, are able to do much, while the mere hereditary Christian, who has never realized the truth which he holds, is unable to do anything. But, if consistency of you can add so much strength even to error, what may it not be expected to furnish to the dignity, the energy, and the influence of Truth!”

“It is no principle with sensible men, of whatever cast of opinion, to do always what is abstractedly best.”

“Compromise, in a large sense of the word, is the first principle of combination; and anyone who insists on enjoying his rights to the full, and his opinions without toleration for his neighbor’s, and his own way in all things, will soon have all things altogether to himself, and no one to share them with him.”

“Rather, in a state of society such as ours, in which authority, prescription, tradition, habit, moral instinct, and the divine influences go for nothing, in which patience of thought, and depth and consistency of view, are scorned as subtle and scholastic, in which free discussion and fallible judgment are prized as the birthright of each individual, I must be excused if I exercise towards this age, as regards its belief in this doctrine, some portion of that skepticism which it exercises towards every received but unscrutinized assertion whatsoever.”

“[The sciences] serve to transfer our knowledge from the custody of memory to the surer and more abiding protection of philosophy, thereby providing both for its spread and its advance…”

“Any secular science, cultivated exclusively, may become dangerous to Religion; and I account for it on this broad principle: that no science whatever, however comprehensive it may be, but will fall largely into error, if it be constituted the sole exponent of all things in on earth, and that, for the simple reason that it is encroaching on territory not its own, and undertaking problems which it has no instruments to solve.”

“The drift and meaning of a branch of knowledge varies with the company in which it is introduced to the student. If his reading is confined simply to one subject, however such division of labor may favour the advancement of a particular pursuit, a point into which I do not here enter, certainly it has a tendency to contract his mind. If it is incorporated with others it depends on those others as to the kind of influence which it exerts upon him. Thus the Classics, which in England are the means of refining the taste, have in France subserved the spread of revolutionary and deistical doctrines.”

“Things, which can bear to be cut off from everything else and yet persist in living, must have life in themselves; pursuits, which issue in nothing, and still maintain their ground for ages, which are regarded as admirable, though they have not as yet proved themselves to be useful, must have their sufficient end in themselves, whatever it turn out to be.”

“There is no true culture without acquirements, and philosophy presupposes knowledge. It requires a great deal of reading, or a wide range of information, to warrant us in putting forth our opinions on any serious subject; And without such learning the most original mind may be able indeed to dazzle, to amuse, to refute, to perplex, but not to come to any useful any trustworthy conclusion.”

“Again, the study of history is said to enlarge and enlighten the mind, and why? Because, as I conceive, it gives it a power of judging of passing events, and of all events, and a conscious superiority over them, which before it did not possess.”

“Such a training is a matter of rule; it is not mere application, however exemplary, which introduces the mind to truth, nor the reading of many books, nor the getting up many subjects, nor the witnessing many experiments, nor the attending many lectures. All this is short of enough; A man may have done it all, yet be lingering in the vestibule of knowledge.”

“A man of well improved faculties has the command of another’s knowledge. A man without them, has not the command of his own.”

Wednesday, October 23, 2024

Eh, What's Classical Education, Doc?

 

If you hang around more than one classical Christian school for any length of time, it can quickly become apparent that no one knows exactly what they’re doing. I don’t mean that the teachers don’t know their subjects well, or that the administrators can’t fill out a spreadsheet, or that the students can’t add up a grocery bill—those skills are usually better than the average. But if you ask twenty people in those schools what on earth classical education is, exactly, you will probably get twenty-two different answers.

Some people say a classical education is about the great conversation around big ideas (unlike all those other ways of learning out there). Some say it’s about instilling virtue and despising vice (a definition that could apply equally well to life generally). Is it an educational method involving the Trivium-as-learning-stages—a formulation so “classical” that no one used it until 1981? Or is it a course in Western Civilization, warts and all? (Good luck explaining to your Chinese neighbor how math is peculiarly “Western”!) Perhaps it’s about “Great Books”…but which books are great, who says, and how many of them can you cram down a ninth-grader’s throat before he chokes? Is it about training a kid in “how to think, not what to think”? Or do the particular subjects matter? And then there are the non-academic concerns. Will a student ever be able to get a job with this sort of training? And how does the “Christian” part fit in, anyway? Broad tent? Narrow denominational focus? Do the Romans Catholics count? What about the Mormons? Both of them can claim a fair amount of influence in Western American culture, after all…


You begin to see why, if a certain carrot-crunching, wiseacre cartoon rabbit popped up next to you and wondered, “Eh, what’s classical education, Doc?” you’d be in so much trouble! Yet if you’re reading this blog, you are at least considering this education, if not immersed in it. So what is going on?

Sunday, October 6, 2024

Commonplaces: September 2024

 



“A negative holiness is far from being acceptable to God.”— John Colquoun, The Law and the Gospel

“My head is just a hat-place.”—Rogers and Hart, “A Ship Without a Sail”

“Now before I set about arguing these things, there is a cloud of skirmishers, of harmless and confused modern skeptics, who ought to be cleared off or calmed down before we come to debate with the real doctors of the heresy.”— Chesterton, Eugenics and Other Evils

“Quid enim est aut tam admirabile, quam ex infinita multitudine homium existere unum, id quid, quod omnibus natura sit datum, vel solus, vel cum paucis facere possit?”[For what is so marvelous as that, out of the endless multitude of man, a single being should arise, who either alone or with only the help of a few can make effective a faculty that nature has given to all?]—Cicero, De Oratore I.viii

“For what faithful schoolteacher, or teacher of any discipline or art, thinks that it is enough to have recommended good authors to his students, or to have handed on the rules of disciplines and arts, and does not also examine his students on what he explained or shared in an effort to get them to learn better, questioning them to see how each has understood the matter and giving them an opportunity to ask him about anything that has not been well enough understood?”—Bucer, De Regno Christi

“In all ages of the world men have dreamed of a state of perfection, which has been, and is to be, but never is, and seems to disappear under the necessary conditions of human society. The uselessness, the danger, the true value of such political ideals have often been discussed; youth is too ready to believe in them; age to disparage them.”— Benjamin Jowett, Introduction to Plato’s Statesman