Commonplaces--May 2022

“Not one of the public speakers in repute had any extent of attainment in literature, the inexhaustible fountain of eloquence; nor in philosophy, the parent of moral refinement; nor in the laws municipal or national, so indispensable to all solid eloquence at the bar; nor in history, which makes all the experience of ancient days tributary to the wisdom of our own. They had neither the strength of logic, that key-stone to the arch of persuasion; nor its subtlety to perplex, and disconcert an opponent. They knew neither how to enliven a discussion by strokes of wit and humor, nor how to interweave the merits of the question with the facts of the cause; nor how to relieve tediousness by a seasonable and pertinent digression; nor finally to enlist the passions and feelings of their auditors on their side.”—John Quincy Adams, Lectures on Rhetoric and Oratory, Lecture V

“With more confidence than safety, they have relied on the fertility 

of their own genius.”

"But praise is only the illuminated hemisphere of demonstrative eloquence. Her orb on the other side is darkened with invective and reproach.”

“General encomium is the praise of fools.”—Adams, Lecture X

“Learning in a head of indolence is like the sword of a hero in the hand of a coward . The credit and the usefulness of a merchant depends at least as much upon the employment, as upon the extent of his capital. The reputation of learning is no better, than that of a pedantic trifler, unless accompanied with the talent of making that learning useful to its possessor and to mankind.”—Adams, Lecture XV

“There can be no possible advantage in supposing our antagonist a fool. The most probable effect of such an imagination is to prove ourselves so.”—Adams, Lecture XXII

“A speaker may be unintelligible either for want of distinct ideas, or of proper expressions. No man can give what he has not.”—Adams, Lectures, XXVI

“Let your metaphors be not too thickly crowded...The poet may soar beyond the flaming bounds of space and time; but the orator must remember, that an audience is not so readily excursive, and is always under the power of gravitation.”—Adams, Lecture XXXIII

“The mastery of our own passions can perhaps be only accomplished by religion; but, in acquiring it, her most effectual, as well as her most elegant instruments, are letters and learning. At no hour of your life will the love of letters ever oppress you as a burden, or fail you as a resource.”—Adams, Lecture XXXVI

“There are three chief things concerning which men in general greatly err: misery and happiness, folly and wisdom, bondage and liberty. The world counts none miserable but the afflicted, and none happy but the prosperous, because they judge by the present ease of the flesh. Again; the world is pleased with a false show of wisdom (which is foolishness with God), neglecting that which makes wise unto salvation. As to liberty, men would be at their own disposal, and live as they please. The suppose the only true liberty is to be at the command and under the control of none above themselves, and live according to their heart’s desire. But this is a thralldom and bondage of the worst kind. True liberty is not the power to live as we please, but to live as we ought!”—A.W. Pink, The Sovereignty of God

“An attitude of fatalistic inertia, because I know that God has irrevocably decreed whatsoever comes to pass, is to make a sinful and hurtful use of what God has revealed for the comfort of my heart.”—Ibid.

Favorite Student Bloopers of 2021-2022

 It's that time again--time to revel in the hasty misspelling, the overlooked word, or the unconscious alteration. Not to mention a few good old fashioned instances of ignorance...

“In my opinion the writer obviously tried to make the point of Roland being a brave worrier with strength and might.”

“Solomon was led astray by his desire to worship idles.”

“She has climbed great and risky hills and braved some deranged and treacherous rivers.”

“The Apocrypha was written in Greek because the land it was written in was concurred by Alexander."

“Shakespeare wrote in iambic pintometer.”

“Promises to futile lords were what the entire economy was built on.”

“In the Medical Catholic Church, the Bible was kept in Latin.”

“Fabian Tactics are a form of Gorilla Warfare where instead of attacking your enemy head on, you wear them down.”

“The Jewish Temple furnishings were carved into the Archer Titus.”

(Or, alternatively) “The Temple furnishings can still be seen on the italics.”

“The Pax Romana was a piece of Rome."

And my personal favorite from last year, as an honorable mention:

In answer to the question, “What was the name of the famous speech Cicero delivered against Mark Antony?” a Canadian student answered, “The 2nd Amendment.”

Book of the Month--April 2022: The Name of the Rose

 

The fit is upon me to start another series. Like most of my blog series, it will probably be short-lived, unnoticed, and rather undeveloped. (But, then again, so are most human beings. Perhaps that is just how life is supposed to be this side of glory.)

That series is the “Book of the Month” feature, highlighting my favorite work from the preceding month with a short synopsis, review, and impression. The inaugural subject of this series is The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco (1980), translated by one William Weaver.

This novel is rather like what would happen if the Middle Ages bumped into Sherlock Holmes and they both had a conversation about semiotics. That’s the study of signs and symbols and how we human beings know what they mean, for you normal folk. A young German monk (our narrator) winds up accompanying a British monk (William of Baskerville, in a deliberate nod to Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Hound of the Baskervilles) on a diplomatic mission in northern Italy in 1328.

It is a tense, fractured period. The Pope has abandoned Rome in what will become known to historians as the “Babylonian Captivity of the Church.” A significant portion of the Franciscan order is resisting the current (very rich, very corrupt) Pope John XXII over the issue of whether poverty is a mandatory virtue of the Church or not, and the Holy Roman Emperor has gotten involved in the politics of it all. Various popular heresies have ripped through the church. It is, for fans of medieval political writing, the time of Marsilius of Padua and William of Ockham. In the midst of all this drama (which intersects the story in various ways), William and his pupil Adso spend a week at a fabulously old, wealthy monastery—and are asked to solve a mysterious death. In doing so, they discover many secrets about the monastery and its inhabitants, including its wondrous (and forbidden) library.

The amount of research and thought that went into this novel was little short of astounding. I am not an expert on fourteenth-century history and writing—far from it—but everything I did know about the period and the books described dovetailed neatly. Eco even manages to copy the style of much medieval writing, full of allegory and description. While some places might have benefitted from an editor’s trimming (particularly late in the novel when momentum has been building) the effect is still one of stepping into a different time and place. With a few brief exceptions, this is not a modern story in historical trappings; it is instead a thoroughly medieval work with a few modern touches (or slips). The days and hours themselves are noted by the prayers of the monks, and the introduction gives a fictional textual history that seems quite plausible. To the casual reader, this is boring overkill; to someone like me who knows style and time, it is positively pleasurable.

While a couple (brief) atmosphere slip-ups keep this novel from cracking my top five list, it is definitely in the top twenty-five, and is slated for a leisurely reread. If you’re a fan of the Middle Ages, high-school-aged or more, a devourer of mystery novels, or a student of semiotics (or somehow all of the above) find it and enjoy it.

Commonplaces--April 2022

“Duties and studies and exertions are painful; for these too are necessarily compulsions unless they become habitual, then habit makes them pleasurable.”—Aristotle, Rhetoric I.11 (1370a)

“A man may wrong his enemies, because that is pleasant; he may equally wrong his friends, because that is easy.”—Aristotle, Rhetoric I.12

“How can I express in word the depravity of the human heart? For it is inevitable that the creature which the love of God has not permeated should love itself the most.”—Philip Melanchthon, Loci Communes

“Justice—n. A commodity which in a more or less adulterated condition the State sells to the citizen as a reward for his allegiance, taxes, and personal service.”—Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary

“Incompatibility—n. In matrimony a similarity of tastes, particularly the taste for domination.”—Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary

“No wretched drunkard reeling along the road is a more pitiable or disgusting sight than the man who is intoxicated into idiocy with the alcohol of his own accursed pride.”—Archibald G. Brown, Sermons Preached at Stepney Green Tabernacle, quoted in Mark Jones Knowing Sin

“The goodness of God makes the devil a polisher, while he intends to be a destroyer.”—Stephen Charnock, in Mark Jones, Knowing Sin

“[The young] think leanness means health and weakness good judgement, and while they think it is enough to be without fault, they fall into the fault of being without virtues.”—Quintilian, Institutio Oratoria II.4

“In any conflict, the better resourced (even if he is the victim) is thought to be the aggressor, because of his greater power.”—Quintilian, VIII.5

“Eloquence is really nothing else than the power of giving a distinctive look to all, or at any rate most, of our thoughts.—Quintilian, IX.1

“Such composing lacks clarity because of the verbiage, for when a speaker throws more words at someone who already understands, he destroys the clarity by the darkness.”—Aristotle, Rhetoric III.3

“The worst thing about ignorance is that it believes every advisor has a true answer.”—Quintilian, XII.3

“They took their seats for a time in the philosophers’ lecture halls, so that later on, dour in public and dissolute at home, they could claim authority by despising everybody else. Philosophy can be counterfeited, eloquence cannot.”—Quintilian, XII.3

“Even shyness—a vice, but an amiable one, and one that can easily produce virtues—is sometimes damaging, and has in many cases caused gifts of talent and learning never to come to light, but to moulder away in secret.”—Quintilian, XII.5

“People who cannot be led into better ways by reason can only be restrained by fear.”—Quintilian, XII.7

“Excellence is always something that had not been there before.”—Quintilian, XII.11 

“Something that comes close to the truth is not yet completely identical with the truth itself. The Muslim stands much closer to the truth than the servant of Baal or Molech, and yet Muhammad stood infinitely far from the truth.”—Abraham Kuyper, Common Grace Vol. I

A Crumb of Chreia

[A chreia is an ancient Greek rhetorical exercise, in which a student was required to expand on a well-known saying or action of a famous person by using certain methods or "headings." This one was composed for a rhetoric course final.]

Quintilian wrote that “Everybody prefers to have learned rather then to learn!” (Institutio Oratoria III.1)
This is a trustworthy saying, for Quintilian was not only a practitioner of rhetoric, but one of its great teachers; his entire work is dedicated to nothing else than the instruction and formation of a perfect orator. That is too immense a topic to praise here, but surely we can honor him for this bare bit of insight, spilled out(almost carelessly) from the great storehouse of his wisdom.
For he is saying that what students have already mastered is very hard to replace with later instruction, even if what they have learned originally is faulty or incomplete. The cause of this is not difficult to determine, since it lives in every man’s experience.
Who does not remember agonizing over some approaching final exam in his school days, knowing that mountains of effort and rivers of sweat had been used up in trying to anchor the needed facts in the memory? Every student knows that learning is tough, and often tedious. The raw clay of the mind is being pressed into a different mold; when it finally emerges bright, shining, and ready to be displayed to others, there is a genuine pride in the achievement.
But then another rushes up, secure in his own superior learning, and attacks the hard-won treasure with words of scorn! “They were poorly instructed, they were wrongly taught, they should instead listen to a newcomer and begin again.” Even if the newcomer is right and everything he says is as true as the face of God, the one being instructed instantly revolts. Admitting this new point means that all previous effort has been vain. Not only this, but it means he must own up to being wrong—worse, being a deceived fool in the presence of someone who knew even more about a subject. Pride, embarrassment, and anger combine to stifle the humility of confessing error.
On the contrary, a man who can be convinced of his own faults is rare—he has disciplined his wayward emotions and is prepared to do whatever needs to be done to arrive, not at mere knowledge, but at truth. What teacher would not travel many miles to find such a student? The very rarity of those who prefer to learn contributes to their worth, compared to those who prefer to have learned.
This saying proves that labor is hard and men are proud, and that once they have mined a bit of knowledge for themselves they are reluctant to throw it away, even if it is proved that what they clutch is nothing more than fool’s gold.
Consider with what reluctance Quintilian admits in a few places that he had changed some positions on pedagogy since his younger days! Here the one doing the correcting is not even another, but his own older, wiser self—the one person every human being on the earth will proclaim incontestably superior to who he used to be. And yet he is reluctant to admit even an improvement in his system before the sharp eyes of others, and defends his change of course with many reasons and proofs; afraid of appearing weak and inconstant as the wind.
Therefore, as Solomon has written, Wisdom calls to her children: “Hear instruction, and be wise, and refuse it not.” He joins his testimony to the orator’s: refusal to learn is not the path of the wise few. It is instead the path of the mulish multitude—but the pride of the foolish blinds them to which road they are traveling, leaving them in the dark even while they claim sight.
With all this in mind, it is quite clear that Quintilian has given us a great and memorable saying of education. May we always keep it as something we are learning rather than have learned.

Our House of Defense

Ps 31:1-3-- To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In thee, O LORD, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness. Bow down thine ear to me; deliver me speedily: be thou my strong rock, for an house of defense to save me.

Lord, as we bring our petitions before you, help us to remember that you are our Rock, our House of Defense, our King. We are a brash and egalitarian people, and we often forget that a king must grant only the petitions of his people that truly benefit his whole kingdom, and not merely the pleas of favorites. And your kingdom stretches over all earth and time in many hidden ways. So our first request is that we not be arrogant and presumptuous in our requests.

Next we pray for wisdom for those who govern under you: for Jared Longshore as he undergoes ordination exams, for our presbytery as they consider launching King’s Cross, for honest men of God to step forward into eldership, for the Greyfriars students in their studies. Nor do we leave out the civil realm, for it is also under your hand: we request justice in the Wilson court case, in Dobbs vs Jackson, and in the office of President Biden and those around him. You have promised to deliver us from our enemies. Bow down your ear and hear.

You have considered our trouble and known our souls in adversity, so we request comfort, aid, and healing to our many sick and wounded. The curse consumes us all in time, and this is a terrible evil, but some feel its jaws swiftly and keenly. We ask you especially for those whose suffering is long, or without hope, for our bodies are weak and tempt us to doubt your goodness. Guard them and grant them healing and peace.

Your goodness is great and laid up for those that fear. Therefore we request peace for the God-fearers in difficult circumstances: our brothers in Eastern Europe, the singles and widows of our congregation, and all those you are testing. We ask that you grant them good courage and strength of heart. Show us your marvelous kindness, for we  hope in the Lord, our covenant head, our king, and our Deliverer. 

Amen.

 (Delivered at CCD 03/27/22)

On Distracted Students

Note: While the personages mentioned in this are fictional composites, the situation is, sadly, one I face often in online schooling.

Dear Mr. S—,

Thanks for reaching out. Far too many parents never even notice that their child is having trouble in my class until it is far too late to do something—I’m delighted to find that you are staying so involved.

You said in your email that John is having trouble staying focused, you’re not quite sure how to help with that, and you’d like any advice I can give. You’ve caught him multiple times during class with several windows open on the computer, chatting with friends, listening to music, or doing anything besides solely paying attention to me and his other teachers. You know this is occurring on a regular basis, but don’t want him to always do school directly under his parents’ eye, since “that would defeat the reason we put him in an online class in the first place.” You're considering switching to a more traditional schooling format to solve the problem. Does that seem an accurate summary?

I have noticed two major categories of student who struggle with staying focused in online classrooms; each tending to arise from opposite ends of the aptitude spectrum. The first is the student who is bored stiff—he thinks he knows everything (or at least quite enough to pass the quiz) and quite often he does. The slow plodding required for the slower students in the class causes him to disengage and seek more diverting material. If asked a direct question, it only takes a few seconds’ work to figure out the context and come up with a reasonably correct answer—easily covered by the excuse of “tech trouble.” He’s not being challenged, and no amount of lecturing from Mom and Dad will change that. After all, he will think, he’s making good grades—isn’t that the point of school?

The second student, instead of being bored, is overwhelmed--no matter what he does, he can't understand ninety percent of what the teacher is saying. He’s reading massive textbooks that don’t seem to make sense either, but all the other kids in class appear to somehow be getting this, particularly the four or five who always come up with those questions the teacher likes so much. Since no one likes to appear dumb (particularly in front of a bunch of cute girls) admitting he’s lost and asking for help is out of the question. So, he might as well do something fun—and comprehensible— instead of sit there and feel stupid. If the teacher asks him a point-blank question, he also can easily pretend tech trouble, and quickly slip back to his game. If lectured, he can semi-honestly assert he’s doing the best he can, but school’s “not really his thing.”

As a quasi-third option, there is also the student who has simply developed a systemic lack of discipline (which shows up most pointedly when surrounded by bright, shiny objects like screens). He wants to pay attention, and sometimes can when the topic is interesting enough, but his default state is to chase the latest impulse. With so many pleasurable options a click away, that impulse is easy to gratify. This type feeds into our first two options quite regularly: the brilliant student can indulge his curiosity, the slow one his apathy.

You will be better able than I to judge where John falls. A few questions for a week straight at the dinner table about “what he learned that day” should provide a pretty easy diagnostic tool. As far as solutions go, I haven't been a parent myself yet, but here are a few educated guesses:

If you think John’s the smart-and-bored type, then I suggest you tie something he actually does value—time with friends, reading, sports, whatever—back to his grades. If he doesn't meet a certain grade in the class at any given time, he doesn't get that privilege that week and must spend it on school instead. Don't be afraid to set the bar high! Since this type of student is motivated more by laziness, if you can make him sufficiently uncomfortable, he will move. And if he's making straight A's and still goofing off half of class, then he just needs more responsibilities (because he can obviously still handle it). Make him go get a job, join a club, start learning a trade, play a sport. When the grades finally start to drop, ease off about an hour’s worth of tasks a a week, and watch him go.

If you think John’s the overwhelmed type, you might require him to attempt asking or answering at least one question in class every day—and then check up on him. If he does that I will hear from him often, and he will usually be wrong, since he doesn’t know what is going on anyway. That will be both humbling and discouraging at first, but it will have the long-term affect of both forcing him to pay strict attention and to recognize exactly what he doesn't know. Since he’ll be getting daily personal explanations of his mistakes from me, it should also boost his understanding. Eventually, that should build into a fair amount of confidence--thus solving the problem. It's also helpful if you can ask this sort of student to synopsize what he learned that day at the dinner table. Roll out a whiteboard or something and ask for a 5-minute demonstration and summary. If he can't do it, then you know some extra study time is in order and he should, too. (Actually, this exercise is one of the most valuable things a parent can do for any type of student, period.)

If you suspect it is merely lack of discipline, the counterintuitive solution here is to pursue that discipline outside of class time rather than inside it. Does your son always make his bed? Write legibly even on homework no one will ever see? Complete chores on time and well? A kid who regularly does all that and more probably won't give you much trouble in class itself. This is arguably the hardest problem of the three to fix, because it requires both a lot of attention and a whole new set of habits, but it has the biggest payoff, as well. Your son is always going to be living in a digital world, and the sooner he masters it, the less it will rule over him. One of the drawbacks of online schooling compared to traditional homeschooling is that kids often spend a significant portion of the day away from their parent’s direct oversight. As you note, that’s a feature, but often it becomes a bug: the student develops some bad habits before parents can even notice. If that's where John is, then all you can do is thank God you noticed now, do some heavy-duty praying, and try to do some retraining. It will be unpleasant for both of you, but the harvest will be joyful.

If you truly think the only way to solve this is pulling him from school, I understand. Some kids just can't handle the manifold temptations and distractions that come with distance learning. I would far rather John learn self-discipline in another school than merely stick with me. But since you’re here now, I hope the above advice is useful.

May God grant you wisdom.

Thanksgiving 2021

 

How does one assess a year?

Human beings aren’t really built for such a process. Anyone can tell you whether they had a good or a bad day. The memory usually stretches enough to give you an overview of a week or a fortnight. But by the time a month or more rolls around, you have gaps. That terrible breakfast, that bitter conversation, or that excellent glass of beer you had a month ago usually isn’t even a distant memory—it’s dipped over the horizon of your experience for good. Of course, we moderns have cheat codes—smartphone pictures and Facebook reminders and graphs that show us how the company’s bottom line trends. We can manipulate our tools to cover those gaps, to give the illusion of temporal omniscience.

But really, how many events can you place in each month of the last year? Take a minute or two and think about it—really think about it. No phones, diaries, or apps to help you; this one is just between you and your memory. How many can you name? How many can you place in the right season? Month? Date? (The last two weeks don’t count).

How’d you do? Hopefully better than I did. In fifteen solitary minutes of meditation, I came up with merely twelve events that have made a sizable dent in my memory in this trip around the sun. Three hundred and sixty-five days of experience boiled down to a dozen bones of my life.

Of those, only half could I date with ironclad certainty, because they are born from the calendars that measure my existence: the end of my first year teaching (May), the beginning of my second (September), a joyous walk in the snow down Main Street on Christmas evening (December 25^th, of course), the presidential election controversy (November through…February?), and my wife’s birthday. Three more were emotionally significant enough to etch the date firmly—my brother’s wedding (January), a big family reunion in Texas (August), and catching pneumonia and being flat-on-my-back ill for a week (September). The last four are blurrier. For all the cavorting joy of finally ending my nightly penance at WinCo, I had to ask my wife if I’d finished in late August or the beginning of September. I’m pretty sure my sister moved here in late spring—April, perhaps? I thought the Afghanistan debacle was at the end of July, but a quick check of the Googles revealed that it was August instead. And I can’t get any closer on when I finished reading Hilary of Poitiers’s De Trinitate than vaguely summer, in spite of the fact it was a book I’d been intending to read for three years!

No wonder we need a holiday set aside to ponder, review, reclaim, and revisit with others; to count our blessings and look back in gratitude. I’ve been told by others that I have a pretty good memory, and yet of the bare dozen things I can recall of Anno Domini 2021, two of them—Afghanistan and the Presidency—don’t even have anything to do with me directly! And yet I know this year the Goodes have been abundantly blessed.

For the record (my own, as much as anyone else’s) let me name some of them. We’ve got a wonderful marriage that is still wearing some of its newlywed shine even after a year and a half. Though our births probably would have been grimly fatal only half a century ago, we still continue to live without even noticing our mortal flesh most of the time, as only the healthy can do. My job pushing students toward truth is strenuous, fun, and fulfilling. My excess pounds betray the fact that I live in the wealthiest society of all history (and enjoy it, too!) My church and community are godly, flourishing, and stable. There are more books to read than even I could ever get to, and I got to a bunch this year. My family, unto the third and fourth generation, is still present on this green earth to gather around each other—God has not called even one of my extended family home in twenty years. In fact, some of them live so close that we can gather regularly, share in each other’s lives, and dwell in the thankfulness year-round. It is not much of a stretch to say that this year might be the one I look back on as the high point of untroubled happiness in my existence. It’s been the sort of year that people ask what they can pray about for you, and my wife and I glance at each other and come up with something tiny and banal (lost TV remote, say—I would still like to know what happened to that thing) out of sheer embarrassment for how blessed we are!

It makes me a little nervous. Lady Philosophy wisely told Boethius, “Good fortune deceives, but bad fortune enlightens.” I may not be very enlightened after 2021, but I am deeply grateful to the God who gave me all of it, right down to the unhurried breath I snag as I write these words. I may not remember it all, but I thank the One who gave me all of it. I hope that will suffice.

Here’s to the year that has been, dear reader, as well as to the year that is to come (and all that comes with it). May your memories of good days and bad last you until another Thanksgiving rolls around.

Kuyper on Public School "Neutrality"

 "[By the public schools] our people have been cast into the arms of materialism...For a long time the public school was a veiled image to our people--its essence hidden, its true visage invisible. It just stood there, covered by a garment in which the misleading term "toleration"...was woven in shiny gold thread. Misled by appearances, our people did not believe what some trustworthy individuals told them about the heinous form that would become apparent as soon as the veil fell off and the garment was removed. In the meantime, they had grown to love the public school and became accustomed to it as an integral part of our national life.

It's just math and reading...

And now, it is finally clear at last that everything said about the school understates the appalling truth now revealed. The mask is finally thrown off, and the school is displayed in all its naked barrenness. The dissembling about faith is gone and has been replaced with active efforts to silence God and eternal life. Yet still they dare to call out to our people: "You must send your children to me, you will entrust to me your baptized sons and daughters, although the name of Christ may not be heard within our walls and no talk about God or immortality will be permitted." And the nation as a whole is silent while thousands and tens of thousands send their children. There is still present an unholy desire to fight for the public school as one does for one's idol. Where are we headed? Do you not sense that going down this path will mean the end of your immortality as a nation?--Abraham Kuyper, "Teaching Immortality in the Public Schools" 1870, reprinted in Collected Works in Public Theology: On Education, pg. 28.

The Prayer of the Righteous

 

Prov. 15:29—The Lord is far from the wicked, but he hears the prayer of the righteous.

 

Lord, how often we assume that you do not hear us and are far from us. We dwell in the midst of a wicked generation, and we know our own wicked hearts, and far too often we utter wicked words. But you have come near to us, making peace with the Father, and drawing near—far more near than we dare imagine—with your Spirit. And as the Spirit intercedes for us, we bring our groanings before you.

We pray particularly for the CUP hearing this Wednesday, that the righteous may rejoice in laying cornerstones before you. We pray that you would be near the family of Bob Latham. Grant them the joy of knowing he is now in your Prescence, free of pain.

There are many who dwell daily in broken bodies among us. Grant them patience in their pain, and healing in your goodness. We know that when you walked the earth you had compassion on the broken, and so we ask for that compassion here and now. Heal our many sick, and comfort our many hurting, and do so soon.

We pray for our nation at large, that it would turn to repentance; and we pray for our local concerns: work for those who seek it, housing for those who need it, and justice for those who fight for it. Particularly we pray for the Wilsons and their court case, that justice may be done at last. Stumble the wicked, who are far from you and your light.

There remain more concerns among your congregation than we can offer here in words. May the Spirit intercede for those as well, and may you fulfill your word by hearing the prayer of the righteous. Amen.