This is the title of one of my books (WaterBrook/Random House, 2001). Though it has been out of print for some time, at book-signing tables, people will pay almost any price we ask for one.
Today, we are facing what pundits tell us is the toughest time Americans have faced since the Great Depression of the 1930’s. No one, it seems, can stanch the hemorrhaging – not the President, not Congress, not Wall Street, not the so-called financial wizards – not anybody. There appear to be no easy answers, no generally accepted exit strategy out of the morass. Just as was true during the 1930s, we are in uncharted waters – no GPS instrument yet invented can show us the way out.
We have two alternatives: wallow in self-pity and cower before each day’s financial analysis – or, with God’s help, find courage and strength we didn’t know was in us.
It may seem preposterous, but there’s a lot of truth in the contention that good times are bad and bad times are good, for the fact is that we rarely grow much during good times; and the flip-side is that we grow most during trauma.
If we study the lives of men and women we consider great, invariably tough times play a major role in their life stories. Indeed, the qualities a nation seeks in its leaders vary according to conditions: In good times we’ll elect a Chamberlain, in tough times a Churchill. Why is Lincoln our most beloved president – by far! – with FDR and Washington the only near seconds? Perhaps because all three were seasoned in the crucible of anguish, and emerged with such evidence of greatness that when the nation experienced three of its darkest periods (the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, and from the Depression through World War II), it turned to men who had the qualities to guide it through. All three appealed to the finest in human nature, and all three achieved the near impossible because they did not even consider failure to be a possibility.
We treat differently those who have been through hell and survived. I am reminded of students of mine who waited many hours to see Mandela [of Invictus, now playing in theaters], who had been imprisoned for 26 years and yet emerged without vindictiveness. When I later asked my students what the experience was like, they could come up with no adequate answer – the closest being “I was so awed by the man that I just stood there, looking at him.” Much of our admiration for Senator John McCain of Arizona stems from his having endured so many years of terrible treatment as a prisoner of war – we can’t separate the man from what he endured. F. C. Budlong put it best:
“Look into the face of the person who has fought no great temptation and endured no supreme sorrow, and you’ll find little there to arouse your admiration. Look upon one who has weathered a great grief, like a mighty ocean liner ploughing through a tempest, and you’ll observe strength and grace in ever lineament. . . . The expression in your eye, the lines in your face, the quality of your smile, the tone of your voice, tell the story, without your being conscious of it, whether your soul has faced its Gethsemane with courage, or with shaming compromise and cowardly surrender.”