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• From Four Days to Glory: Wrestling with the Soul of the American Heartland (2005)

  Dan is at the scorers’ tables, a volunteer along with most of his teammates in Brad Bridgewater’s army of free labor (this is a moneymaker for the wrestling program, after all). Dan sits in a gray long-sleeve T-shirt with crimson lettering on the back—Virginia Tech colors, basically—that declares, HARD WORK SOLVES EVERYTHING . It is a slogan often attributed to Dan Gable, though there is no record of Gable actually having said it. But Gable did once remark, “After wrestling, everything else in life is easy,” which is a slogan you’ll find tacked into the cinder-block wall of Doug Streicher’s office at Linn-Mar High. And Gable did mean that. It has been noted, repeatedly, that the day after he won his gold medal at the Munich Olympics in 1972, he ran four miles. Maybe the T-shirt is right. The North-Linn gym is just ablaze with activity. It is a four-ring circus of little scramblers and more accomplished eighth-graders taking their turns, the mats stretched from wall to wall across the basketball court. Doug stands in the midst of things, helping to run the tournament. Every so often he excuses himself from behind an official’s table to jog out to the mat and instruct one of the Little Lynx wrestlers on a particular move. For Doug, this is the only place to be today. Dan and his teammates have a rare idle Sunday, specifically so they can make this tournament go off smoothly, but Doug would be here regardless. He may well keep on showing up here for years after all his boys are done wrestling at North-Linn. The reason is simple: Doug’s history is pretty much the history of wrestling at the school. He grew up on the farm in Coggon, attended high school here. He will live his days here, and he will die here. He wrestled on the high school team and reached the State Tournament in 1978, a year when North-Linn sent six wrestlers to Des Moines. It was a huge breakthrough for the program, a watershed event still often mentioned among the wrestling faithful. When Doug got to Des Moines that February, he felt that he had truly accomplished something—and considering the odds against reaching the tourney, he had. But it was when he saw the wrestlers that went on to become champions, saw the dedication and the heart and drive—and, of course, the jubilation in victory when it came—that he decided his kids should someday be able to experience that for themselves. And so he is driven now, driven as the father of wrestlers in a way that his colleague, assistant coach Larry Henderson, says Doug never was as a wrestler himself. Oh, he worked hard; nobody reaches the State Tournament in Iowa without working his ass off most of the time, almost every day of the week, for months on end. But that intensity of effort was nothing compared with the white-hot approach to wrestling that Doug takes now.

• From Four Days to Glory: Wrestling with the Soul of the American Heartland (2005)

  The loss of Dan to college had perhaps left North-Linn without a headliner, but as a team, Brad Bridgewater’s group actually looked deeper and tougher than before. With more than thirty athletes now crowded into the little wrestling room, Bridgewater was grateful that the school board had agreed to kick in $50,000 toward the cost of the new facility that would more than triple the size of the current place. Still, what that sweat in the old auto shop had produced this year for Bridgewater was five state qualifiers, including a motivated Tyler Burkle and two LeCleres, Nick and Chris. There was a chance for a strong finish in the team standings. It wasn’t to be easy, and that felt especially true around the LeClere house. From the beginning of the season, Doug had noticed a different Nick on the mat, and over time he came to believe that his son was suffering from Dan’s absence. Nick had been so used to having Dan in the wrestling room—as much as he did at home, perhaps more so. Nick had had to answer to Dan’s level of effort and Dan’s ability to ignore distraction; these were qualities to be met, if not actually exceeded. Now, with Dan gone, Nick needed to summon his will and find his inspiration mostly from the inside—and he had to do this while dealing with his father’s expectation, the expectation that Doug had shifted now from Dan fully to Nick. At one point during the season, Doug explained that Nick “just doesn’t have the speed, the quickness and the determination that he showed last year. I really think he misses Daniel that much.” Nick was 14-0 with eight pins at the time. In Des Moines, Nick managed to become an integral component of perhaps the greatest team in North-Linn history and leave himself and his father wanting more. The Lynx finished second to Don Bosco in the Class 1A standings, earning the school’s first team trophy from the State Tournament, and they sent three wrestlers to the finals of their respective weight classes: Ryan Mulnix, Tyler Burkle and Nick. Chris LeClere finished his freshman season with a promising eighth-place showing, with teammate Ben Morrow going seventh at his weight class. Burkle capped an undefeated season with a 12–0 rout of his opponent at 152 pounds, earning the championship in his senior year. But Nick, after turning in an inspired effort in winning his semifinal match, went flat in the 145-pound finals, losing a 7–1 decision that left him hurting and Doug both disappointed and determined. “Nick has one last chance to be a state champion [next season] and I will do everything to help him get that done,” Doug wrote in an e-mail. “I’m having a very hard time with it, but I will move on.” Still, even Doug knew that North-Linn had just completed a season for the books. The future, even without Dan, looked bright. At Linn-Mar of Marion, the mood also was upbeat.

• From Four Days to Glory: Wrestling with the Soul of the American Heartland (2005)

  On the Internet, the post-tournament chatter is in full swing. Message-board posters debate what might happen if Chad Beatty of Wilton, the Iowa-bound wrestler and undefeated state cham pion at 171 pounds in Class 1A, were to take on Jay, and already a couple have suggested that Beatty just has so much heart for the sport that there is no way he could possibly lose. Jay sees the postings; he chuckles. It’s unclear by what path of logic a four-time state champion who along the way has consistently beaten a horde of other former and future state champions—Joey Slaton, Kyle Anson, Ryan Morningstar—can be deemed an underdog in his own weight class. In fact, though, Jay will inadvertently stoke these conversations just a few weeks later, when he appears in a seniors-only exhibition tournament and is soundly beaten by Beatty. There are reasonable explanations for this, among them the fact that Jay didn’t rest after the State Tournament as he should have but rather went off to compete in a national tournament, but there is no denying the result. The Iowa diehards crow, seeing in the final score a vindication of Jim Zalesky’s decision not to pursue Jay more vigorously; it looks to them like Beatty was the one they should have been coveting all along. The two may eventually see each other, be it at a national tournament or around the NCAA. Maybe Jay should make a printout of some of the message-board sentiments, just in case. Then again, it is possible that Jay won’t be spending much time worrying about it. He is already drifting ahead, mentally, to Brands and Virginia Tech, to becoming a national power as a wrestler, one who beats other nationally ranked wrestlers. He is most likely to redshirt his freshman year, spend it in the wrestling room with the super-charged Brands getting ready to be an NCAA ass-kicker. Jay might well be too busy having a wrestling career to worry about having one. It was last week that Carol Borschel took note of the fact that no one had stopped by to decorate the family’s lawn or front door, curious only because cheerleaders had done so during the first couple of years that Jay headed for the State Tournament. “I guess they decided not to this year,” she remarked to Sandy McDonough, mother of the 103-pounder. “Oh, they did Matt’s,” Sandy replied. As it happened, the cheerleaders went to the wrong house, in a different part of town, the evening they set out to decorate Jay’s lawn and door. Four straight trips to the State Tournament, and Jay still finds himself unknown by his own school—even by people who are trying to love him. It’d be funny if it weren’t true. “That’s pretty good, though,” Jay says from the couch, a real chuckle coming from him. On second thought, maybe it’s funny because it’s true. The really great ones, deep down, just don’t give a damn.

• From Heptaméron (1559)

  to Montferrat To his great vexation, he learned that his brother was going to Oly and Taffares, and fearing that the journey would be a long one, he resolved to try before his departure if the lady were not better disposed towards him than she appeared. To this end he went to lodge in town, and took, in the street in which she lived, a dilapidated old wooden house, to which he set fire about midnight. The whole town was in great alarm ; the rich man was roused by the noise, and calling out from the window to know where the fire was, he was told that it was at the house of M. D'Avannes. Hurry- ing thither with all his domestics, he found the young lord in the street in his shirt. Such was his pity for him that, taking him in his arms, and covering him with his own robe, he hastened home with him, and said to his wife, " Here is a prisoner, my dear, whom I commit to your custody. Treat him like mysell." He was no sooner gone than M. D'Avannes, who would have been glad to be treated as her husband, jumped into the bed, hoping that the opportunity and the place would inspire the chaste lady with more humane sentiments ; but he was quite disappointed, for as he got in at one side she got out at the other, carrying away her chamarre, which she put on ; and seating herself at the bedside, she said, " What ! mon- sieur, did you imagine that opportunity could change a virtuous heart } Know that as gold becomes purer in the fire, so a chaste heart grows stronger amid tempta- tions. Often it grows stronger among them than else- where, and becomes more cold the more it is attacked by its opposite. Be assured, then, that if I had enter- tained any other sentiments than those I have avowed, I should not have lacked means, and that I neglect them pnly because I do not choose to use them. If you would 266 THE HEPTAMERON OF THE {Nmel 26 have me continue to love you, banish not only the de sire but the thought that, do what you may, you can ever bring me to be other than what I am."

• From Four Days to Glory: Wrestling with the Soul of the American Heartland (2005)

  The typical high school wrestler in Iowa has several days each week in which he drives in for predawn workouts, attends class all day and then meets in the wrestling room after school for another full-on practice. On Saturdays, the families pile into their weather-beaten vans and their pickups and head off for some dot on the map or other, leaving early in the morning, getting back home late that night. “They might only really see the sun once a week,” Doug says. To Doug, that’s just the wrestling life. To anyone else, it’s a season-long visit to purgatory. It was certainly eating up Dan in tenth grade, or at least something was, but this time Mary was prepared. She knew Dan’s friends, because in a school district like North-Linn, everybody pretty much knows everybody, and of course they all know the LeCleres. The friends said that Dan had been acting a little strange at school, not quite himself. When her second-oldest son came home one day and announced that he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to continue wrestling, she thought she had a pretty good idea of what to do. She sat down with Dan and asked him if he would like to visit with the doctor who had seen Mike, and to her mild surprise, Dan, an independent sort to begin with, said that he thought that would be okay. He has been taking Zoloft ever since, and he has ceased seeing his depression as an issue. What seemingly began as an isolated thing—a wrestler dealing with what could be construed as the natural fallout of his severe lifestyle at such a young age—was eventually understood to be a family dynamic. For the LeCleres, depression became a real deal, a very plain chemical imbalance that affected just about everyone in the family to some extent or other. Mary began a regimen of antidepressants, and had them prescribed for her husband, who had always been prone to strong mood swings and who sometimes had trouble getting his temper under control. When Nick got old enough to wrestle on the high school team, she started him, too—enough to get through the season with his good nature intact. Doug, though he admits to dealing with “mild highs and extreme lows,” still doesn’t sound convinced of the effectiveness of the drugs, but he takes them. And Dan, though reluctant to speak when I ask him about the subject, finally simply replies, “I was never a person to run away from something.” Mary knows the rest of the story: Her son found a roadblock to success in his depression; he dealt with it; the road opened up for him again. In her own reserved way, Mary is abundantly proud of herself and her kids for being unafraid to take on the kind of thing that, in a small town, could produce more than its share of coffee-shop gossip.

• From Four Days to Glory: Wrestling with the Soul of the American Heartland (2005)

  “Turn him now, Danny,” Bridgewater says from his chair, but his voice remains even, not rising to the kind of full-throated shout he reserves for other members of his North-Linn team. A few feet away, Doug frets as he normally does, but Dan’s father says nothing. Both men know that vocal instruction is only marginally necessary where Dan is concerned. Dan is on it. When the Cascade wrestler tries to jerk his leg away from Dan’s grip, he unwittingly provides the opening Dan had foreseen. The boy’s attempt to pull his own limb free has caused his body to lurch a little to the right as he lies, stomach to the mat, on the wrestling surface. Dan allows that momentum to gather and then adds to it, slamming his head into the boy’s left side while taking the wrestler’s left arm and wrenching it behind the boy’s back. It’s a simple enough levering maneuver, devastatingly effective when it is done well. The combination sends the Cascade wrestler into spasms of hurt, and even as he tries to resist being turned over onto his back, he is already close to being done. His choices, essentially, are to roll over or risk something cracking or tearing in that arm. And Dan knows it. He has used moves like this ten thousand times. They worked for him as a kindergarten-age wrestler, and they work just as well now. The basics of the sport never change, never, and in this case, it is but a matter of seconds before Dan’s opponent has to yield. Wrestling is substantially about managing pain, but it is also about torque, body mechanics. There are only so many ways a human arm can move. “Now,” Dan says to himself, with one more fierce wrenching of his opponent’s arm. The Cascade boy is on his back in another flash and then pinned almost as quickly as he gets there. Dan uses the power in his arms and shoulders and torso, the accumulated strength of seventeen summers on the farm and in the wrestling room, to prevent the boy from rolling further. The Cascade wrestler goes from his stomach to his back and then gets locked there, as Dan covers him with his own body. The match referee immediately throws his own body down onto the mat near the wrestlers, in order to verify for himself that the Cascade boy’s shoulders are being forced into contact with the foam rubber, even as he arches his back in desperation, trying to somehow wriggle himself free. Two seconds later, the ref slaps an open palm against the mat. It is a pin. In the stands, Mike Hageman applauds and hoots, validated in his judgment of how the match would go. “Sometimes he makes it look so easy,” Hageman says with a broad smile, and then he shouts out to Dan, “Nice work!” But Dan scarcely hears him.

• From Buddenbrooks: The Decline of a Family (1901)

  But one had to wait before entering the house. Three huge transport wagons were just coming through the front door, one behind the other, laden with sacks full of grain, on which the company name "Johann Buddenbrook" was to be read in bold black letters. With a heavy, echoing thump, they staggered down the great hallway and down the flat steps to the courtyard. Part of the grain was probably supposed to be loaded in the Secret Annex and the rest in the »whale«, the »lion« or the »oak« hike ... The consul came out of the office, pen behind his ear, as the siblings entered the hall, and stretched out his arms to his daughter. "Welcome home, my dear Tony!" She kissed him and looked at him with eyes that were still weepy and in which one could read something like shame. But he wasn't angry, he didn't say a word. He just said, "It's late, but we've waited for breakfast." The consuls, Christian, Klothilde, Klara and Ida Jungmann, stood together on the landing to greet them... Tony slept soundly and well that first night on Meng Street, and the next morning, September 22nd, she went down to the breakfast room refreshed and calm. It was still very early, barely seven o'clock. Only Mamsell Jungmann was already there and was preparing the morning coffee. "Oh, oh, Tonychen, my dear," she said, looking around with small, sleepy brown eyes; "so early?" Tony sat down at the bureau with the lid pushed back, clasped his hands behind his head and gazed out for a while at the pavement of the yard, black with wetness, and the yellowed and damp garden. Then she began to rummage curiously under the visiting cards and letters on the desk... Close to the inkwell lay the well-known large exercise book with a pressed cover, golden ratio, and various kinds of paper. It must have been needed last night, and it's a wonder Papa hadn't locked it in the leather case and in that special drawer back there as usual. She took it, leafed through it, got into reading and got absorbed. What she read was mostly simple and familiar; but each of the writers had inherited from his predecessor a mode of delivery that was without exaggeration solemn, a chronicle style that was instinctively and unintentionally suggested, from which spoke the discreet and therefore all the more dignified respect of a family for itself, for tradition and history. This was nothing new for Tony; she had often been allowed to occupy herself with these sheets. But never had its contents made such an impression on her as this morning. The deferential importance with which even the humblest facts of family history were treated went to her head... She put up her elbows and read with increasing devotion, pride and seriousness.

• From Four Days to Glory: Wrestling with the Soul of the American Heartland (2005)

  Austin Boehm, though he doesn’t immediately know it, is beaten within the first two minutes of the Class 3A 171-pound final. Jay attacks from the opening whistle and he goes in hard—it’s just a furious pursuit of the goal. When he looks at Boehm, he appears to look through the wrestler. Austin becomes a thing to be gotten out of the way, because for Jay this is not a duel but a proving ground. Boehm begins the match by trying to grab one of Jay’s legs, but Jay brushes him off with an almost regal air. Instead, he flashes around the side of his opponent and drives him straight into the mat. Jay already is ahead 2–0 and could probably ride Boehm all the way to the finish—but he won’t. This time there will be no letting up, no matter what is happening inside Jay’s lungs. It’s time for Borschel to make his closing argument. Wrenching Boehm’s arm behind his back in the classic chicken wing that Streicher taught him years ago, Jay forces the Urbandale wrestler onto his side and then over on his back, exposing his shoulders to the mat for a 3-point near-fall and a 5–0 advantage. The first period ends there, and Jay chooses the top position to begin the second; and he’s just going to grind Boehm down. There will be no relief. Jay wrenches the boy over again for 2 more points and a 7–0 lead, and he is laying it on thick, punishing Boehm into the mat. Up in the upper deck nearest the 3A mat, Jim and Carol rise out of their seats together, Carol with her usual spontaneous motion and Jim in transfixed concentration. But Jim doesn’t need to shout tonight. He can see that his son, in the end, is as good as his word. Jim can see the wrestler he raised. He doesn’t have to worry tonight. The only thing to fear is some sort of catastrophic mistake, but of course champions don’t make those kinds of mistakes, do they? The Jay whom Jim has come to know would never dream of letting this one get away. He would never allow those people, whoever they are, to tell him they knew he couldn’t do it. When the match ends and his 12–1 victory is official, Jay looks up toward the crowd and raises both index fingers to the sky, a brief exultation that looks more like an expression of relief than anything else. But the Barn has at least one memory left. As Jay rises from the mat, the 11,000 people assembled there rise with him; and as he walks over to see his coaches, their applause follows his every step. Two years before, it was Jay who jerked his head up in the middle of his own match, wondering what that noise was before he realized that Mack Reiter was getting a standing ovation for having become a four-time state champion.

• From Heptaméron (1559)

  " Yes, sire," replied the bastard, " by words and by presents only ; but if your majesty pleases, the ceremony shall be completed." The king looked down, and without saying another word returned to the chateau. On arriving there, he called for the captain of his guards, and ordered him to arrest the bastard. However, one of the friends of the latter, who guessed the kmg's intention, sent him warn- ing to get out of the way, and retire to one of his houses which was not far off, promising that if the king should send in search of him, as he expected would be the case, he should have prompt notice, so that he might quit the kingdom ; and that, should matters be more favourable, he would send him word to return. The bastard took his friend's advice, and made such good speed that the captain of the guards did not find him. Meanwhile, the king and queen having conferred to- gether as to what should be done with the poor lady who had the honour to be their relation, it was decided, at the queen's suggestion, that she should be sent back to her father, who should be made acquainted with the I Third day \ QUEEr^ OF NAVARRE. 209 truth of the matter. Before she went away, several ec- clesiastics and people of sage counsel went to see her, and represented to her that, being engaged only by word of mouth, the marriage could easily be dissolved, pro- vided both parties were willing, and that it was the king's pleasure she should do so, for the honour of the house to which she belonged ; but she replied that she was ready to obey the king in all things, provided conscience was not implicated ; but what God had joined, men could not put asunder. She besought them not to ask of her a thing so unreasonable. " If the love and the good-will which are founded only on the fear of God," she added, " are a true and solid bond of marriage, then am I so closely bound that neither steel, nor fire, nor water can loose me. Death alone can do so, and to it alone will I surrender my ring and my oath ; so, gentlemen, I beg you will say no more to me on the subject." She had so much steadfastness, that she would rather die, and keep her word, than live after having broken it.

• From The Swimming-Pool Library (1988)

  ‘Well, I’ve got some cracked ribs, and there’s not much you can do about them, you just have to let them mend. The only permanent defect is a broken nose.’ ‘Oh dear …’ ‘It gives me a sort of pugilistic look—quite like one of Bill’s boys.’ ‘Even so … Who’s been looking after you? Can I send you bouquets?’ ‘I have a wonderful doctor, and a very sweet friend. I’m fine.’ There followed a typical Nantwich pause, which, heard over the telephone, was more disconcerting than when one was with him. I stood expectantly by. Suddenly he was on the air again. ‘Come over to Staines’s tomorrow, if you want to see something really extraordinary.’ ‘I had a fairly extraordinary time there a few weeks ago.’ ‘It may be a bit vulgar. About seven o’clock.’ There were a few seconds of reedy respiration, and then he hung up. I remembered from something he had said before—about Otto Henderson’s cartoons being ‘vulgar’—that this was a word Charles used, as I had used it when a little boy, to mean indecent, in the manner of, say, a rude joke. Of course, anything remoter from the vulgus than the arty pornography of Henderson and Staines would have been hard to imagine; but it was telling that in his euphemism Charles made the connection, as though his taste for them somehow joined him with the crowd. It was the crowd in the sense of the little clan, the gathering of half a dozen queens, that I joined when I went to Ronald Staines’s, feeling for the first time restored and randy, and enjoying the breeze that set the chestnuts and cherry trees along the pavements sighing. Bobby answered the bell. ‘Jolly good,’ he said, letting me in and then conducting me across the hall with a heavy arm around my shoulder, a kind of gentlemanly muffling of eroticism which also disguised his need for support: he was already extravagant and slow with drink. ‘Jolly glad you could come,’ he said. ‘Not brought your little friend this time, then?’ ‘I’m not sure he has a career as a model.’ Bobby laughed tremendously at this. ‘I liked him, I must say,’ he confessed, as if discussing with colleagues an underqualified applicant for a job. In the white, selfconscious drawing-room Staines sprang up when I entered. He had on blue, baggy workman’s trousers but with a very high, belted waist that gave him the look of someone in a Forties film; a checked camp shirt, the sleeves tightly rolled up around wiry biceps, the pale hairless arms somehow improperly revealed; and blue, rubber-soled sailing shoes, which completed the fantasy image of the man prepared for action. ‘My dear, how perfectly perfect of you to come,’ he welcomed me. ‘We’re all so relieved that you’re better.’ I came forward sheepishly but proudly, like an injured games hero at school, almost expecting sporting applause. Bobby only let go of me to move towards the drinks table.

• From Heptaméron (1559)

  " Since you accuse me, madam, of speaking with au- dacity," replied Rolandine, " I am resolved to say no more, unless you are pleased to permit me to speak.' The queen having given her permission, she continued : " It is not for me, madam, to speak to you with audacity. As you are my mistress, and the greatest princess in Christendom, I must always entertam for you the re- spect which is your due ; and it has never been my in- tention to depart from it. But as I have no advocate but the truth, and as it is known to myself alone, I am obliged to speak it boldly, in the hope that if I have the good fortune to make you thoroughly cognizant of it, you will not believe me to be such as you have been pleased to call me. I am not afraid that any mortal creature should know in what manner I have conducted myself in the affair which is laid to my charge, for I know that I have not done anything contrary either to God or to my hon- our. This, madam, is what makes me speak without fear, being well assured that Pie who sees my heart is with me ; and with such a judge on my side, I should be lhi>dJay.\ QUEEN OF NAVARRE. 207

• From The Triumph of Christianity (2018)

  < 61 < Lecture 9  Paul: The Apostle of the Gentiles ` One of the stunning aspects of Paul’s mission is that he was the one God had chosen to fulfill the prophecies of scripture. He was the one to usher in the end of time, when Gentiles would come to the faith before history came to a crashing halt. Paul could not be accused of having a low opinion of himself or his mission. Paul’s Mission ` Scholars have long debated how Paul tried to fulfill his mission Part of the problem again is with the available sources. y Even though Paul obviously traveled as an evangelist, he never mentions three distinct missionary journeys as described in the book of Acts, and he confirms few of the details found there in Luke’s account. y Paul rarely speaks about his missionary strategy because his letters were written for other reasons, almost always to reconnect with the Christians of churches he had left behind to address the problems they were having. y He had no reason, for the most part, to remind these people how he had converted them: They knew that part full well. ` However, scholars are interested. How did Paul go to foreign cities and convert people to this new faith? y In Acts, at least, his procedure is clear. In this account, Paul travels to major urban areas, either alone or, more commonly, with other Christians supporting him. Since he knows no one in the city, he starts in the synagogue, where he can make obvious connections with fellow Jews. y But even if he makes a few converts, he is always rejected by the Jewish authorities. Time and again he is driven out, forcing him to focus then on Gentiles with whom he had established some contact. ` Is that account accurate? It certainly makes good sense that on entering a foreign city, not knowing anyone, Paul would start where he could have some obvious connections, with his fellow Jews.

• From The Triumph of Christianity (2018)

  < 55 < Lecture 8  The Conversion of Paul ` The second area is the early Christian mission. y Christianity started out as a tiny sect within Judaism, made up of Jews from a remote rural area of Galilee who believed Jesus was the messiah. y It became a religion spread throughout the urban areas of the Roman world, all within decades. y Paul appears to have been the most important missionary of the earliest Christian movement, determined to spread the faith throughout the entire world to give all people a chance to convert before the end of history arrived. Without him, it is not clear whether there ever would have been much of a Christian mission. ` The third area that makes Paul’s importance apparent is Christian theology. y Paul was not the first to say that salvation comes only by Jesus’s death and resurrection. However, he developed that view more than anyone else we know. y The reason Christianity could spread at all is that it shifted from being a belief of a group of Jews in a Jewish messiah to being a worldwide religion for both Jews and Gentiles. y It was Paul more than anyone else who promoted the idea that the salvation brought by Christ did not require a person first to adopt the ways of Judaism. Studying Paul ` Unlike Jesus, Paul did leave us writings, and that is a terrific boon for us. We can actually read his own words to see what he thought and to get glimpses, through some autobiographical comments, about what he did. But there are certain problems with these writings that may not be evident at first glance. y The first is that there are solid reasons for thinking that Paul did not write all the books that go under his name. For instance, there are some books in the New Testament that claim to be written by Paul, even though there is no way he wrote them.

• From Four Days to Glory: Wrestling with the Soul of the American Heartland (2005)

  At the time of his “retirement,” Dan appeared to go out on top. He had not let the NCAA defeat define him; he had become an Olympic champion, a world champion, the most acclaimed athlete of his time. Kate Gable probably never dreamed that Dan would go on wrestling even as a coach, that he would continue working out and pushing himself to absurd limits and then beyond—that he would retire as an officially sanctioned wrestler, but never as a competitive one. She probably didn’t guess at the time that he would ultimately suit up and take the mat against entire legions of elite wrestlers to come, coaching them in the process of pounding himself physically, hurling himself at them like waves against the breakers. All that Kate knew, at the time, was that she was tired of going out in the hallway. And that really is why the great Gable walked away—which, not to put too fine a point on it, he is not actually able to do at this moment. No, at this moment the crutches will have to suffice, and after his left hip gets to feeling better, they’ll take him in for his nineteenth surgery, and at some point one assumes that Gable will hit the road again, making what amounts to a modern-day whistle-stop tour on behalf of wrestling, trying to prop up the sport on the college campuses where it lies dying under layers of bureaucracy and paperwork, trying to keep it alive in the minds and budgets of cost-conscious athletic directors and lawsuit-timid university presidents. He will travel the continent and beyond, from country to country. He won’t stop. He may never stop. Inside the Iowa City High School gym, the dual match is over. City High has easily beaten Doug Streicher’s Linn-Mar team, which looks like it is one solid year away from being competitive with the elites, with promising kids who still need to figure out how it’s done at the highest levels. Jay has won in his usual overwhelm ing manner, as has Kyle Anson for City High, which means the people who came to watch these two stars have gotten their money’s worth. Dan Gable sees Jay and Kyle for what they are: two terrific young wrestlers who no longer have Iowa in their futures. There was a time when he would have had more to say about that. Instead, this time, he gets up to go. He proceeds cautiously but with no hesitation. “I think I still have a lot of getting around left,” Gable says simply, and he smiles and pulls on his fur-lined cap, and he gets ready to hobble out into the cold. Moving forward again. CHAPTER 9Same TeamIf Jay has no doubts about his decision to forgo college in Iowa, he also harbors few illusions about the fallout. “They probably think we’re traitors,” he says calmly, sitting on the bed in his room, fiddling with his guitar.

• From Four Days to Glory: Wrestling with the Soul of the American Heartland (2005)

  Dan may feel (or presume) that his wrestling career is only beginning, but there is no question that what he is attempting to accomplish at North-Linn—for North-Linn—is historic. He already is the first student at the school ever to receive an athletic scholarship to a Division I university. Now he is attempting to cement the area’s reputation as an Iowa sports success: North-Linn, the place that produced a four-timer. It is no mystery to Dan, not any of it. “I grew up in the wrestling room,” he says. “I’ve basically been a wrestler my whole life. I’m not really that good at other sports. I’m pretty terrible at ball sports—I get teased about that pretty good. Wrestling comes easier, I guess.” What it comes from is family—from Doug, the first prominent LeClere wrestler, and from Dan’s older brother Michael, the first of Doug’s children to attempt to take the torch and run with it. No one in the family disputes that Michael eventually blew up, but before that, he logged solid years in the pipeline, coming through the kid programs and the junior-circuit tournaments and long weekends of wrestling. Now Dan has traversed much the same path, with the added benefit of seeing where Mike went wrong and what Dan needed to do to fix that, and he patched things up as he went, and here he sits, the best wrestler anyone has ever seen at North-Linn. He is the hope. Dan sees that, sees it in the looks of the wrestling parents and fans when they wish him luck, sees that those people aren’t just rooting for him but for the program. They’re rooting for the town. As Mike Hageman, a longtime supporter of the program, puts it, “Dan’s the face of the program. Who wouldn’t be excited about that? It says the best things you could say about North-Linn.” “I know they want me to do good,” Dan says. “I want to finish strong. But I can’t think about it that way. It’s better for me to think about this just being the start of things. I think there’s better days ahead for me.” He needs all of thirty seconds to record the pin, and probably the first twelve of these are the traditional staging and dancing around, looking for an opening. The rest is fury and certainty, a story that has already been written. In other words, this is exactly how Dan expected things to go. The kid on the other side of the mat inside the North-Linn High School gymnasium has heard of him, but by now, in mid-January, that is more or less a given. Probably 75 percent of the people Dan wrestles anymore are beaten before they step into the gym; it’s an emotional surrender to the bearing of a three-time champ, nothing less. This particular opponent isn’t prone to such surrender.

• From Science and Religion (2006)

  i Lawrence M. Principe, Ph.D. Professor of History of Science, Medicine, and Technology and Professor of Chemistry Johns Hopkins University P rofessor Lawrence Principe did his undergraduate work at the University of Delaware, where he received a B.S. in chemistry and a B.A. in liberal studies in 1983. During this time, he developed his interest in the history of science, particularly the history of alchemy and early chemistry. He then entered the graduate program in chemistry at Indiana University, Bloomington, where he worked on the synthesis of natural products. Immediately upon completing the Ph.D. in organic chemistry (1988), he reentered graduate school, this time in history of science at Johns Hopkins University, and earned a Ph.D. in that ¿ eld in 1996. Since 1989, Professor Principe has taught organic chemistry at Johns Hopkins University. In 1997, he earned an appointment in history of science. Currently, he enjoys a split appointment as professor between the two departments, dividing his teaching equally between the two at both graduate and undergraduate levels. He also enjoys annoying safety inspectors by performing alchemical experiments in his of¿ ce. In 1999, Professor Principe was chosen as the Maryland Professor of the Year by the Carnegie Foundation; in 1998, he received the Templeton Foundation’s award for courses on science and religion; and in 2004, he was the ¿ rst recipient of the prestigious Francis Bacon Award for History and Philosophy of Science. He has also won several teaching awards bestowed by Johns Hopkins University. Professor Principe’s interests cover the history of science of the early modern and late medieval periods and focus particularly on the history of alchemy and chemistry. His ¿ rst book was titled The Aspiring Adept: Robert Boyle and His Alchemical Quest (1998), and he has since collaborated on a ii book on 17th-century laboratory practices (Alchemy Tried in the Fire, winner of the 2005 P ¿ zer Prize) and on a study of the image of the alchemist in Netherlandish genre paintings ( Transmutations: Alchemy in Art ). He is currently at work on a long-term study of the chemists at the Parisian Royal Academy of Sciences around 1700. Ŷ iii Table of Contents LECTURE GUIDES INTRODUCTION LECTURE GUIDES Professor Biography ............................................................................i Course Scope .....................................................................................1 LECTURE 1 Science and Religion ..........................................................................3 LECTURE 2 The Warfare Thesis ............................................................................6 LECTURE 3 Faith and Reason—Scripture and Nature ........................................10 LECTURE 4 God and Nature—Miracles and Demons..........................................14 LECTURE 5 Church, Copernicus, and Galileo......................................................18 LECTURE 6 Galileo’s Trial ....................................................................................23 LECTURE 7 God the Watchmaker ........................................................................27 LECTURE 8 Natural Theology and Arguments from Design .................................31 LECTURE 9 Geology, Cosmology, and Biblical Chronology .................................36 LECTURE 10 Darwin and Responses to Evolution.................................................40 Table of Contents iv LECTURE 11 Fundamentalism and Creationism ....................................................45 LECTURE 12 Past, Present, and Future.................................................................50 SUPPLEMENTAL MATERIAL Timeline ............................................................................................53 Glossary ...........................................................................................57 Biographical Notes ...........................................................................64 Bibliography ......................................................................................73

• From The Triumph of Christianity (2018)

  < 162 < Lecture 24  The Triumph of Christianity: Gains and Losses Social Values and Practices ` Another way to look at the gains and losses is in terms of broader social values and practices, based on different kinds of ideology. If one had to describe the ideology guiding those in power in ancient Rome in the simplest terms possible, it would be with the word dominance. ` It was simply understood on every level that the more powerful were to assert their power over those who were weaker. y Examples included more powerful states asserting power over the weaker, masters asserting power over slaves, and men asserting power over women. y Though the ancient Romans had a wide and sustained ethical discourse, concern for those who were weak and downtrodden by and large was not on the horizon. ` Using the word service is one way to describe the dominant ideology celebrated by the early Christians in simple terms. Not all Christians embraced this ideology, let alone practiced it, but it was the one that was taught, preached, and urged. y The Christians insisted that love of the other was more important than dominance, that it was more important to serve than to be served. y It is important to note that the Christian views came out of Judaism. ` With the triumph of Christianity, the insistence on service worked its way into the public sphere. For the first time, there started to appear institutions designed to help the poor, marginalized, outcast, weak, and suffering. y There emerged hospitals, orphanages, public funding of welfare, and private charities. y These things did not exist in the pagan world. They came into being because of the Christian church. y Most would consider this development a real plus, hugely beneficial to the human race at large and to most of us individually.

• From Buddenbrooks: The Decline of a Family (1901)

  Under the straw hat her thick hair, the blond of which had darkened over the years, naturally curled out, and the slightly protruding upper lip gave the fresh little face with the grey-blue, lively eyes an expression of boldness, which was also reflected in her graceful little figure ; she sat her narrow little legs in the snow-white stockings with rocking and elastic confidence. Many people knew and greeted the Consul Buddenbrook's little daughter when she stepped through the garden gate into Kastanienallee. A vegetable woman, perhaps, who drove in from the village in her little cart, her big straw barge with light green ribbons on her head, called out to her a friendly »God'n Morgen ook, Mamselling!«, and the tall grain carrier Matthiesen, who passed by in his black habit with bloomers, white stockings and buckled shoes, even took off his rough top hat out of respect... Tony stopped a bit to wait for her neighbor Julchen Hagenstrom, with whom she used to go to school. This was a child with a little too high shoulders and big, bright, black eyes, who lived next door in the villa completely covered with vines. Her father, Herr Hagenstrom, whose family had not been in the area for long, had married a young woman from Frankfurt, a lady with extraordinarily thick black hair and the city's largest diamonds on her ears, whose name was Semlinger, by the way. Mr. Hagenstrom, who was a partner in an export firm - Strunck & Hagenstrom - developed much zeal and ambition in town affairs, but had caused some astonishment with his marriage among people of stricter traditions, the Möllendorpfs, Langhals' and Buddenbrooks, and was, apart from that, despite his activity as a member of committees, colleges, boards of directors and the like, not particularly popular. He seemed bent on opposing the members of the long-established families at every opportunity, cleverly refuting their opinions and imposing his, and proving to be far more capable and indispensable than they. Consul Buddenbrook said of him: 'Hinrich Hagenstrom is obtrusive about his difficulties... He must be out to get me personally; where he can, he hinders me... Today there was a scene in the meeting of the central deputation for the poor, a few days ago in the finance department...' And Johann Buddenbrook added: 'An old troublemaker! « – Another time father and son came to the table angry and depressed ... What happened? Ah, nothing... They lost a large shipment of rye to Holland; Strunck & Hagenstrom would have snatched them from under their noses; a fox, this Hinrich Hagenstrom ... Tony had heard such remarks often enough not to be in the best mood towards Julchen Hagenstrom. They walked together because they were once neighbors, but mostly they annoyed each other. "My father has a thousand thalers!" said Julchen, believing terribly that he was lying. "Yours maybe-?"

• From Buddenbrooks: The Decline of a Family (1901)

  I'm Consul Buddenbrook's daughter, if you don't know..." She walked around town like a little queen, reserving the right to be kind or cruel according to her taste and mood. Third chapter Jean-Jacques Hoffstede had certainly made an apt judgement, as far as the two sons of the consul Buddenbrook were concerned. Thomas, who had been destined to be a merchant and future owner of the company since he was born, and who attended the real science department of the old school with the Gothic vaults, was a clever, active, and intelligent person who, by the way, was most deliciously amused when Christian, who was a high school student and showed no less talent but less seriousness, imitating with tremendous skill the teachers - especially the able Mr. Marcellus Stengel, who gave lessons in singing, drawing and such amusing subjects. Herr Stengel, who always had half a dozen wonderfully sharpened pencils poking out of his waistcoat pockets, wore a fox-red wig and an open light-brown skirt that reached almost to his ankles, had parricides that even covered his temples, and was a wit , who loved philosophical distinctions such as: »You are supposed to draw a line, my good child, and what are you doing? You make a line!« – He said »Line« instead of »Line«. Or to a lazy person: "You don't sit in Quarta years, I want to tell you, but years!" - Whereby he said "Quata" instead of "Quarta" and didn't say "years" but almost "Schahre" ... His favorite lesson consisted of that , in the singing lesson the beautiful song »Der Grüne Wald« practice, whereby some of the students had to go out into the corridor in order, when the chorus had started: "We are moving so happily through fields and forests..." very softly and carefully to repeat the last word as an echo. However, if Christian Buddenbrook, his cousin Jürgen Kröger, or his friend Andreas Giesecke, son of the fire chief, were in charge of this, they threw the coal bin down the stairs instead of making the gentle echo and had to go to Herr Stengel's apartment at four o'clock in the afternoon detention. It was pretty comfortable here. Herr Stengel had forgotten everything and ordered his housekeeper to give the students Buddenbrook, Kröger and Giesecke "each" a cup of coffee, after which he dismissed the young gentlemen again ...

• From Buddenbrooks: The Decline of a Family (1901)

  It's different in life, Ida; you had gray hair by the time you were thirty, it runs in your family, and your uncle Prahl, who died of hiccups..." She pondered several more things that night, saying again and again: "After all, that's the way it's supposed to be," and then slept gently and deeply for five hours. Sixth Chapter Haze lay over the city, but Herr Longuet, the owner of a hired carriage on Johannisstrasse, who at eight o'clock personally drove up a covered company car on Mengstrasse that was open on all sides, said: "In a little hour the sun will be over." , so you could rest easy. The consuls, Antonie, Herr Permaneder, Erika and Ida Jungmann had breakfasted together and now, one after the other, made their way to the large hall, ready to go, to await Gerda and Tom. Frau Grünlich, in a cream-colored dress with a satin tie under her chin, looked splendid despite the shortened night's rest; Doubts and questions seemed to have found an end in her, for her expression, while she slowly buttoned her light gloves in conversation with the guest, was calm, sure, almost solemn... She had regained the mood she had in earlier times was well known since. The feeling of her importance, of the importance of the decision that was left to her, the awareness that a day had come again when it was her duty to with a serious determination to intervene in the history of her family filled her and made her heart beat faster. That night she had dreamed of the passage in the family papers on which she intended to mark the fact of her second engagement . . . that fact which erased and rendered meaningless that black mark which the leaves contained, and now she eagerly awaited the moment when Tom would appear and she would nod him earnestly would welcome... A little late, because the young Consul Buddenbrook was not used to finishing her toilet so early, the Consul arrived with his wife. He looked handsome and cheerful in his tan, pettysuit, wide lapels showing the edge of his summer waistcoat, and his eyes smiled as he caught sight of Tony's incomparably dignified expression. But Gerda, whose somewhat morbid and enigmatic beauty formed a strange contrast to the good health of her sister-in- law, showed absolutely no mood for Sunday excursions. She probably hadn't slept well.