I had also just finished watching American Beauty (for about the 612th time), which ends with Lester Burnham's testimony that sounds like a page out of the Heidelberg Catechism:
"It's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much; my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain, and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life."
So, in that spirit of gratitude, I wrote this little litany of thanksgiving to open our Philosophy of Language class. (The little shot at Rorty is a bit of an inside joke--jokes in prayers are OK, right? ;-)
We Give You Thanks
L: We give you thanks, gracious Lord,
for the leisure we enjoy
in our philosophizing,
grateful for what Aristotle would call
our moral luck,
but which we name as graced privilege.
All: We give you thanks, sustaining Lord,
for the gifts of friendship we enjoy,
in these halls, around this table,
in the welcoming space of the Jellema room,
for a community that nourishes our imagination.
L: We give you thanks, creating God,
for making and sustaining a world
that gives birth to our wise conversation partners,
and we’re grateful that your world has gifted us
with Ludwig Wittgenstein and Robert Brandom,
even Richard Rorty.
You must take delight in their wranglings and questions,
their probing, idiosyncratic attempts to make sense
of our incessant words.
We are grateful to be part of their conversation,
to listen in and talk back.
All: We give you thanks, loving God,
for that geeky thrill of
being immersed in new ideas
and that strange delight in
being awash in unfamiliar concepts,
that makes us feel like uncanny explorers
of foreign territories.
L: We give you thanks, Word of life,
for giving us the words to give thanks—
You who are the Word become flesh,
speaking to us in the baby talk of our