Derbyshire has certainly kicked over a hornet's nest lately, by doing what Progressives hate most: Telling the Truth that they all know is true but can not bear to hear said. If it weren't more tragic, it'd almost be funny in a cartoonish manner. Demonstrating that they can not meaningfully engage or refute him, they instead point and sputter.
I'm not here today to talk about what he said though, or what is said of him. Suffice it to say, nearly every one of Derbyshire's manifold critics has zero moral standing to criticize him, having lived their lives as if they believed every chapter and verse of the theses that he has nailed to the Cathedral door. Here's a hint for the columnists: if you live your life by Derbyshire's code, and not just in a 'spirit is willing but the flesh is weak' kind of way, you are damning yourself when you excoriate him in public. There is an alternative---when you have no standing and have no real argument...just...shut...up. That's all it takes.
No, what I'm here to speak of and implore you to pray for is Derbyshire the man. Derbyshire has cancer, and he's an old man. His chances of continuing to walk among us and write for our edification for long are not good.
Pray for his health, pray for him to be gathered to the Father should that fail, and pray for him to be granted the courage to say here I stand, I can do none other, whether Luther actually said that or not.
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