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audacity to challenge God since we now know so much. We have become so proud, to even consider declaring all knowledge open to us! Does it not seem, sometimes, that we are facing a deadly strategy from the enemy of our souls?
I have to believe that my father sensed this coming, with the simultaneous advent of Whelen Pike’s philosophy and the sudden loss of the Christ-fearing board members. (I might add, for no one’s consideration but your own, that I have oft been struck by the mysterious nature of both my father’s death and the deaths of the other board members, especially in such a short space of time. I don’t know if such thoughts have ever crossed your mind.) My father must have known that time, if nothing else, would eventually eliminate his lone stand against the slipping commitment of the board so long as the trustees kept appointing people such as Mr. Pike. All the others would have to do was wait. He was young—only forty-five when he died—but even so, ten or twenty years to retirement would not be a long wait in the general scheme of things. Especially if, as I can’t help but suspect, there is more than just Mr. Pike behind this scheme. (In keeping with our family heritage, we have of course been diligent in intercession for the school—and for Whelen Pike and his family—since we recognize that our battle is not against flesh and blood.)
So what was my father’s plan? I have been praying for the answer to that question for fifteen long years. And tonight I awoke with such a burning in my soul; I believe I know! Thanks be to God!
Through those of us with positions and means in society there is an easy way of ensuring that the name of Christ always remains in force at Harvard University. If not directing the play, as we would all pray, at least prominent on the stage. (I cannot imagine a day when Christ would be taken off the stage entirely, but then I couldn’t imagine a day when man would dare to declare that he knew the mysteries of the universe either. I fear the gradual but inexorable erosion of our faith in this country. I realized several years ago that many hundreds of bright young men have graduated from the Harvard from which “Christ and the Church” have been removed. Some have been devout, but not all; and even in those who love the Lord, I have often sensed a dangerous pride at the loftiness of their position. Many of these graduates have gone on to positions of prominence in business and government—often in the governing of our new republic. I worry that bad yeast will corrupt the whole loaf.)
So bear with me, old friend. I am outlining the plan in this letter so that you can pray over the idea before we meet in three weeks’ time. If you consider it right, perhaps you can invite several of your friends—such as Messrs. Rutherford and Crist—to join us. You will know who should be considered once you see what I am proposing.
    Cleon was jolted from the letter by his daughter’s nighttime cry. He listened for a moment until he heard blankets rustling, followed by the unmistakable sounds of nursing. He grinned into the darkness, giving thanks once more for his family. Cleon switched pages and glanced through the notes he had so hastily jotted upon awakening. He would have to rewrite the plan more neatly before sending the letter to Jonathan.
    He took a peek over his shoulder at his sleepy wife, then stood at the desk and blew out the light. It could wait until tomorrow.
    Three Weeks Later…
    The angels soared upward from the house in Boston, strengthened by the prayers of the saints. Each warrior knew that at some point the existence of the plan would become known, and the battle would begin anew. But for now, they created an impenetrable shield around this place of peace.
    In the sitting room below them, eight elderly men knelt on the floor, each covenanting with the Lord to do his part to keep the name of Christ paramount at Harvard. Their words were joyous, resolved. A sense of