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Some see the GOP's strong showing in this week's national election as evidence of public support for a wartime president. Which begs the question: Is this truly wartime?

In some externals it may not seem so. No ground war rages. No biological or nuclear weapons have been unleashed. But a sense of foreboding looms. Since Sept. 11, 2001, the stock market has been unsteady, as uncertainty has palled our long-term plans. Many have struggled personally, facing dark fears, finding it hard to focus on the task at hand.

Focus. Persistence. Perseverance. Even at the best of times, as Oswald Chambers once said, "it does require the supernatural grace of God to live twenty-four hours of every day as a saint." We need grace daily "to be exceptional in the ordinary things of life, and holy on the ordinary streets, among ordinary people."

In a time that at least feels like wartime, such persistent holiness seems somehow more difficult. This, not only in daily life, but also in such ordinary charities as helping the poor, being salt in our schools and neighborhoods, and giving to ministries. The "causes" that are always with us seem now to require even more grace than before.

One place such grace may always be found is in the stories of the "ordinary saints" of the past. Some of these folks showed supernatural bravery in the face of extraordinary crises. But most were simply, by the grace of God, "exceptional in the ordinary things of life."

Such an ordinary saint whose life deserves to be reclaimed today is William Wilberforce.

You may recognize the name. He was the British evangelical Christian who, in the late 1700s and early 1800s, persisted in Parliament for several long decades, against every kind of opposition, to see the slave trade ended.

Ordinary? Contemporaries agreed that Wilberforce, a wealthy man renowned for his rhetorical skill and social graces, could have succeeded his friend William Pitt as Britain's prime minister. In fact, by the tender age of 21 he was well along that road, enjoying a Parliamentary seat and dreams of future greatness.

But then a harder, holier calling intervened. At 25, he heard the message of the Christian gospel and converted. And at 27, he made up his mind to spend his life serving his Lord—by serving the lowest and most ill treated among humans.

Most famously, this resolve led him into a life-long legislative struggle against the slave trade. Also, just as tenaciously and sacrificially, he joined his friends of the "Clapham sect" in a multitude of reforming efforts to uplift those crushed under the machinery of the Industrial Age.

Despite his extraordinary gifts, after his conversion Wilberforce was in most respects an ordinary career politician—sitting through many an interminable debate and shaking many a hand on the campaign trail. He also had ordinary failings; among them, an overindulgence in the pleasures of the table and of trivial socializing. Repeatedly he had to bring these to his Lord, asking for forgiveness and strength under temptation.

Nor did he fly easily to the pinnacle of success, like some sanctified superhero. On the contrary, his twin campaigns were continually frustrated by brutal political opposition and by his own precarious health. A diminutive man (James Boswell once called him a "shrimp"), Wilberforce suffered all his life from poor eyesight, digestive problems, and a weak spine. A doctor once announced that this "little fellow with the calico guts" wouldn't last out the following year. He recovered, only to draw near death on two other occasions.

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