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How Luther comforted his wife on September 20, 1542

Today in 1542 Luther’s 14 year old daughter Magdalena lay gravely ill with the plague.  “Luther knelt beside her bed and begged God to release her from the pain.  When she died and the carpenters were nailing down the lid of her coffin, Luther screamed out, ‘Hammer away!  On doomsday she’ll rise again.’”  (George, Theology of the Reformers, 105).”

Luther composed the epitaph for Magdalena to console his wife.

I, Lena, Luther’s beloved child

Sleep gently here with all the saints

And lie at peace and rest

Now I am God’s own guest.

I was a child of death, it is true,

My mother bore me out of mortal seed,

Now I live and am rich in God.

For this I thank Christ’s death and blood.

Source: Heiko Oberman’s, Luther: Man Between God and the Devil, page 312.

Is Missions Worth the Risk?

Our church family looks forward to hosting a missions appointee to Togo on Sunday.

Two years ago, I made a missions trip to Togo, Africa. I went with the experienced missionaries of ABWE. I was in good hands. Still, it is a long way from Stillman Valley, IL to Mango. And, I had to ask, “Is it responsible to risk going to a remote part of Africa?”

Relative to a far riskier ministry, Martin Luther once spoke to whether or not Christians should take chances ministering to those with the bubonic plague. Though, the worst of the plague was in 1350, it was still around in Luther’s day. On August 2, 1527, it was discovered in Wittenberg. Near panic ensued. The University was closed and the city evacuated. Luther, however, stayed and busied himself with pastoral ministries and caring for the sick.

People encouraged Luther to speak to whether or not Christians should risk the plague to minister to the sick. That November, Luther summarized his thoughts for a pastor friend in Breslau. He did not think everyone needed to stay, but he did argue that those on whom the sick person is dependent should remain.

This I well know, that if it were Christ or his mother who were laid low by illness, everybody would be so solicitous and would gladly become a servant or helper. Everyone would want to be bold and fearless; nobody would flee but everyone would come running . . . If you wish to serve Christ and to wait on him, very well, you have your sick neighbor close at hand. Go to him and serve him, and you will surely find Christ in him. (Martin Luther’s Basic Theological Writings, edited by Lull. Background information also comes from Lull.

In Mango, Togo, there is scarcely any Gospel witness or medical care. I am persuaded that believers who hear God’s call to touch Togo, will one day know that they did a lot for for the least, even for our Lord himself (Matthew 25:40). The picture I frequently post of the little girl we call at our house, “Miss Mango,” is the face I have in mind. She’s worth the risk in her own right, but all the more when we remember our Lord’s words.

And the King will answer them, “Truly I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.” (Matt 25:40).

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Consider our Lord this Palm Sunday; He rides no stallion.

Matthew 21:5:

Say to the daughter of Zion, ‘Behold, your king is coming to you, humble, and mounted on a donkey, and on a colt, the foal of a beast of burden.’

Luther on Christ’s triumphal entry:

He is presented as sheer grace, humility, and goodness, and whoever believes that of him is blessed.  Look at him!  He rides no stallion, which is a war animal, and he comes not with fearful pomp and power, but sits on a donkey, which is no war animal but which is ready for burdens of work that will help human beings.  Thereby he shows that he does not come to terrify people, to drive or oppress them, but to help them, to carry their burdens and take them on himself.

Luther rebuked me and I needed it

Justin Taylor recently shared a portion of a letter that Luther wrote to Melanchthon.  Luther’s words of rebuke are ones I need to hear.

Luther wrote this letter to Melanchthon June 27, 1530:

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Those great cares by which you say you are consumed I vehemently hate; they rule your heart not on account of the greatness of the cause but by reason of the greatness of your unbelief. . . .

If our cause is great, its author and champion is great also, for it is not ours. Why are you therefore always tormenting yourself?

If our cause is false, let us recant; if it is true, why should we make him a liar who commands us to be of untroubled heart?

Cast your burden on the Lord, he says. The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon him with a broken heart. Does he speak in vain or to beasts? . . .

What good can you do by your vain anxiety?

What can the devil do more than slay us? What after that?

I beg you, so pugnacious in all else, fight against yourself, your own worst enemy, who furnish Satan with arms against yourself. . . .

I pray for you earnestly and am deeply pained that you keep sucking up cares like a leech and thus rendering my prayers vain.

Christ knows whether it is stupidity or bravery, but I am not much disturbed, rather of better courage than I had hoped.

God who is able to raise the dead is also able to uphold a falling cause, or to raise a fallen one and make it strong.

If we are not worthy instruments to accomplish his purpose, he will find others.

If we are not strengthened by his promises, to whom else in all the world can they pertain?

But saying more would be pouring water into the sea.

What Happened on February 19 of 1546, the day after “Israel’s charioteer fell”

Luther died on February 18 of 1546, 464 years ago yesterday.  The news didn’t reach Wittenberg until the following day.

Heiko Oberman:

The town and university were totally unprepared for the news.  It was early morning, and as usual during the semester Philipp Melanchthon, Luther’s longtime colleague and comrade-in-arms, stood in the hall explicating St. Paul’s Epistle to the Romans for his students.  In the middle of the lecture the messenger burst in with the news of Luther’s death.  Melanchthon struggled for control, unable to speak, but finally – - his voice faltering—told his students what had happened, breaking out in anguish with Elisha’s horrified cry as he saw the prophet Elijah ascending to Heaven in the chariot of fire: “The charioteer of Israel has fallen”—“Alas, obiit auriga et currus Israel” (2 Kings 2:12).

Where You Will Find the Baby Jesus

Martin Luther:

In the words of Scripture you will find the swaddling clothes in which Christ lies.

Merry Christmas.

Quoted in Timothy George, The Theology of the Reformers, page 83.

It’s Saturday. Would you follow Luther’s example and tell one of your children or grandchildren a story?

Luther was away from home in Coburg when his oldest son Hans turned four.  As a birthday card, he sent this story to his son.

I know a beautiful lovely garden.  There are many children in it with golden garments, picking up beautiful apples under the trees, and pears, cherries, prunes, and plums; they sing, hope about, and are happy; they also have pretty little horses with golden bridles and silver saddles.  I asked a man whose garden it was whose children they were.  He answered: they are the children that like to pray and learn and are pious.  Then I spoke: Dear man, I, too have a son.  He name is Hansichen Luther.  Wouldn’t he like to come into the garden, too, so he can eat such lovely apples and pears, and ride such lovely little horses and play with these children?  Then the man replied, “If he, too, likes to pray and learn and is pious, he should come into the garden too.”

Source: Heiko Oberman’s, Luther: Man Between God and the Devil, page 311-312.

Children love stories.  And, as I shared last Saturday, we all like to be written into the story (see here).

How Luther Comforted His Wife on September 20, 1542

Today in 1542 Luther’s 14 year old daughter Magdalena lay gravely ill with the plague.  “Luther knelt beside her bed and begged God to release her from the pain.  When she died and the carpenters were nailing down the lid of her coffin, Luther screamed out, ‘Hammer away!  On doomsday she’ll rise again.’”  (George, Theology of the Reformers, 105).”

Luther composed the epitaph for Magdalena to console his wife.

I, Lena, Luther’s beloved child

Sleep gently here with all the saints

And lie at peace and rest

Now I am God’s own guest.

I was a child of death, it is true,

My mother bore me out of mortal seed,

Now I live and am rich in God.

For this I thank Christ’s death and blood.

Source: Heiko Oberman’s, Luther: Man Between God and the Devil, page 312.

Luther on Whether or Not Being Missional is Worth the Risk?

Recently, I made a missions trip to Togo, Africa.  I went with the experienced missionaries of ABWE.  I was in good hands.  Still, it is a long way from Stillman Valley, IL to Mango.  And, I had to ask, “Is it responsible to risk going to a remote part of Africa?”

Relative to a far riskier ministry, Martin Luther once spoke to whether or not Christians should take chances ministering to those with the bubonic plague.  Though, the worst of the plague was in 1350, it was still around in Luther’s day.  On August 2, 1527, it was discovered in Wittenberg.  Near panic ensued.  The University was closed and the city evacuated.  Luther, however, stayed and busied himself with pastoral ministries and caring for the sick.

People encouraged Luther to speak to whether or not Christians should risk the plague to minister to the sick.  That November, Luther summarized his thoughts for a pastor friend in Breslau.  He did not think everyone needed to stay, but he did argue that those on whom the sick person is dependent should remain.

This I well know, that if it were Christ or his mother who were laid low by illness, everybody would be so solicitous and would gladly become a servant or helper.  Everyone would want to be bold and fearless; nobody would flee but everyone would come running . . . If you wish to serve Christ and to wait on him, very well, you have your sick neighbor close at hand.  Go to him and serve him, and you will surely find Christ in him.  (Martin Luther’s Basic Theological Writings, edited by Lull.  Background information also comes from Lull.

In Mango, Togo, there is scarcely any Gospel witness or medical care.  I am persuaded that believers who hear God’s call to touch Togo, will one day know that they did a lot for for the least, even for our Lord himself (Matthew 25:40).  The picture I frequently post of the little girl we call at our house, “Miss Mango,” is  the face I have in mind.  She’s worth the risk in her own right, but all the more when we remember our Lord’s words.

And the King will answer them, “Truly I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.”  (Matt 25:40).

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Ever the Tactful One, Luther Explains to Erasmus Why The Delay In Writing The Bondage of the Will

I suspect that many people who would call themselves “Reformed” in their theology, have never actually read much that Luther wrote.  If you want to get started, The Bondage of the Will, would be a good place to begin.

At least read the brief excerpt below.  Keep in mind that Erasmus was one of the most respected theologians of the day.  Indeed, Luther addresses him as the “venerable.”  But, things quickly heat up from there.

Luther’s basic point here is that Erasmus’ previous work was so weak that Luther “greatly felt for him,” or as another translations says, “your book struck me as so cheap and paltry that I felt profoundly sorry for you.”

Martin Luther, to the venerable D. Erasmus of Rotterdam, wishing Grace and Peace in Christ.

THAT I have been so long answering your DIATRIBE on FREE-WILL, venerable Erasmus, has happened contrary to the expectation of all, and contrary to my own custom also. For hitherto, I have not only appeared to embrace willingly opportunities of this kind for writing, but even to seek them of my own accord. Some one may, perhaps, wonder at this new and unusual thing, this forbearance or fear, in Luther, who could not be roused up by so many boasting taunts, and letters of adversaries, congratulating Erasmus on his victory and singing to him the song of Triumph – What that Maccabee, that obstinate assertor, then, has at last found an Antagonist a match for him, against whom he dares not open his mouth!

But so far from accusing them, I myself openly concede that to you, which I never did to any one before:- that you not only by far surpass me in the powers of eloquence, and in genius, (which we all concede to you as your desert, and the more so, as I am but a barbarian and do all things barbarously,) but that you have damped my spirit and impetus, and rendered me languid before the battle; and that by two means. First, by art: because, that is, you conduct this discussion with a most specious and uniform modesty; by which you have met and prevented me from being incensed against you. And next, because, on so great a subject, you say nothing but what has been said before: therefore, you say less about, and attribute more unto "Free-will," than the Sophists have hitherto said and attributed: (of which I shall speak more fully hereafter.) So that it seems even superfluous to reply to these your arguments, which have been indeed often refuted by me; but trodden down, and trampled under foot, by the incontrovertible Book of Philip Melanchthon "Concerning Theological Questions:" a book, in my judgment, worthy not only of being immortalized, but of being included in the ecclesiastical canon: in comparison of which, your Book is, in my estimation, so mean and vile, that I greatly feel for you for having defiled your most beautiful and ingenious language with such vile trash; and I feel an indignation against the matter also, that such unworthy stuff should be borne about in ornaments of eloquence so rare; which is as if rubbish, or dung, should he carried in vessels of gold and silver. And this you yourself seem to have felt, who were so unwilling to undertake this work of writing; because your conscience told you, that you would of necessity have to try the point with all the powers of eloquence; and that, after all, you would not be able so to blind me by your colouring, but that I should, having torn off the deceptions of language, discover the real dregs beneath. For, although I am rude in speech, yet, by the grace of God, I am not rude in understanding. And, with Paul, I dare arrogate to myself understanding and with confidence derogate it from you; although I willingly, and deservedly, arrogate eloquence and genius to you, and derogate it from myself.

Wherefore, I thought thus – If there be any who have not drank more deeply into, and more firmly held my doctrines, which are supported by such weighty Scriptures, than to be moved by these light and trivial arguments of Erasmus, though so highly ornamented, they are not worthy of being healed by my answer. Because, for such men, nothing could be spoken or written of enough, even though it should be in many thousands of volumes a thousands times repeated: for it is as if one should plough the seashore, and sow seed in the sand, or attempt to fill a cask, full of holes, with water. For, as to those who have drank into the teaching of the Spirit in my books, to them, enough and an abundance has been administered, and they at once contemn your writings. But, as to those who read without the Spirit, it is no wonder if they be driven to and fro, like a reed, with every wind. To such, God would not have said enough, even if all his creatures should be converted into tongues. Therefore it would, perhaps, have been wisdom, to have left these offended at your book, along with those who glory in you and decree to you the triumph.

Hence, it was not from a multitude of engagements, nor from the difficulty of the undertaking, nor from the greatness of your eloquence, nor from a fear of yourself; but from mere irksomeness, indignation, and contempt, or (so to speak) from my judgment of your Diatribe, that my impetus to answer you was damped. Not to observe, in the mean time, that, being ever like yourself, you take the most diligent care to be on every occasion slippery and pliant of speech; and while you wish to appear to assert nothing, and yet, at the same time, to assert something, more cautious than Ulysses, you seem to be steering your course between Scylla and Charybdis. To meet men of such a sort, what, I would ask, can be brought forward or composed, unless any one knew how to catch Proteus himself? But what I may be able to do in this matter, and what profit your art will be to you, I will, Christ cooperating with me, hereafter shew.

Read more here.

For an excellent sample of Luther’s theological writings, see the below: