My old friend, Bill Chrystal, lives now in Virginia, but, when I knew him best, he was a Congregational preacher in Reno, Nev. One of his parishioners was involved in a sad public scandal of the domestic sort. Bill wrote a sermon to help the community make sense of the lurid thing that was getting plenty of press. About two-thirds of his way through the sermon, Bill uttered some of the most insightful words I have ever heard. "Which of us," he asked, "would wish to be judged by his worst day?"