Angel on our left-
Don’t judge me. I was born this way.
No one is so mad or stupid as to want to throw away or hate his body or its members, or cause them pain or harm, just because the body is filthy and impure. Instead, he nourishes and cares for it, St. Paul says, and the more fragile it is, the more he cares for it [Eph. 5:29; 1 Cor. 12:23]. And if it lacks something, the feet go running and the hands reach out, ready and willing to help it. If the body is scurfy, he seeks advice on healing the scurf or at least for keeping it in check. If it begins to swell or fester, he purifies and cleanses it, yet in such a way as not to harm the impure member. If [his body] cannot defecate, he avails himself of the pharmacist and every kind of medicine, all in order to purge and cleanse it out thoroughly.
In short, even when the body is most healthy it cannot be pure; it must defecate, spit, blow the nose, and continually be preoccupied with cleaning out its filth, and still it remains a repulsive, scurfy, stinking body. None of this can be removed from the body or entirely avoided without completely destroying it, not until the final hour comes when it is laid in the earth and buried, and the worms and maggots lay claim to it and devour the filth until it is made entirely new and pure.
Meanwhile, you have to trudge around with it all the same, leave it as it is, and not cut off and throw away a member if it is unhealthy, diseased, yes, even useless and deformed. Rather, if there is nothing more to be done, you bear it and are patient with it—unless it becomes so bad that it can remain on the body no longer, but, being totally rotten and dead, separates itself and threatens to corrupt the other members as well.
Spiritually, too, a human being (even if he is a Christian) remains impure in this life, for he is not yet without sin, even though he has forgiveness of sins and has been sanctified by the Holy Spirit. — Martin Luther
And she stole $18,000…
A former non-profit director who lost her job in 2016 after she called Michelle Obama an “ape in heels” pleaded guilty to embezzling thousands of dollars from the Federal Emergency Management Agency — all of which was meant for flood victims.
Pamela Taylor, 57, admitted last week to falsely registering for benefits after the deadly June 2016 flooding hit West Virginia, where she resides, the U.S. Attorney’s office said. The Clay County woman claimed her home was damaged and she was forced to stay in a rental unit. However, those claims were not true, the office said.
These racists are always criminals of one sort or another.
I hope she enjoys prison….
The church expanding: you accept what we believe or you can stay out. We don’t need you, you need God.
The church contracting: believe what you wish. We need you so badly we don’t care what you believe, or don’t believe.
Were assumed to be educated. That’s why he could flip between German and Latin and they could follow along. The same, by the way, was true of Luther as preacher. His sermons, just like his Tabletalk, were normally bi-lingual.
Luther never spoke as anything but what he was, a University Professor of Biblical Studies. If you couldn’t follow along that was on you, not on him.
Luther, the everyman man? A total myth. That Luther never existed.
In 1528 Johannes Oecolampadius wrote his friend in Zurich the following (among other things) –
Lutherum ferunt de verbo externo quedam in Iesaia contra nos scribere. Ibi iterum strennue se geret.
Two things worth noting: first, Oecolampadius saw himself and Zwingli as so connected as friends and co-reformers that when Luther attacked one, he attacked both. And second, it didn’t matter how much Luther wrote against them- he was just wasting his effort.
Oecolampadius was to Zwingli a true friend and constant support.
He disliked and distrusted Doctors and felt that the best cure for illnesses was a good helping of herring and peas. He even claimed they had wide curative powers.
When he [Martin Luther] was arguing with his wife he said, “You convince me of whatever you please. You have complete control. I concede to you the control of the household, provided my rights are preserved. Female government has never done any good. God made Adam master over all creatures, to rule over all living things, but when Eve persuaded him that he was lord even over God she spoiled everything. We have you women to thank for that! With tricks and cunning women deceive men, as I, too, have experienced.” – Table Talk
Yeah, ladyfolk…. take that… why don’t ya….
I periodically write about Google Books here, so I thought I’d point out something that I’ve noticed recently that should be concerning to anyone accustomed to treating it as the largest collection of books: it appears that when you use a year constraint on book search, the search index has dramatically constricted to the point of being, essentially, broken.
“He knows many things, but he knows all of them badly.” – Via Tim Whitmarsh
The house Luther was staying at when he died.
[Luther arrived in Eisleben] on the 28th of January, accompanied by his friend the theologian Jonas, who had been with him at the Diet of Worms, and by his two sons, Martin and Paul, the former now fifteen, and the latter thirteen, years of age. He was respectfully received by the Counts of Mansfeld, attended by a hundred and twelve horsemen. He entered that town of Eisleben in which he was born, and in which he was about to die. That same evening he was very unwell and was near fainting.
Nevertheless, he took courage and, applying himself zealously to the task, attended twenty conferences, preached four times, received the sacrament twice, and ordained two ministers. Every evening Jonas and Michael Coelius, pastor of Mansfeld, came to wish him good night. ‘Doctor Jonas, and you Master Michael,’ he said to them, ‘entreat of the Lord to save his church, for the Council of Trent is in great wrath.’
Luther dined regularly with the Counts of Mansfeld. It was evident from his conversation that the Holy Scriptures grew daily in importance in his eyes. ‘Cicero asserts in his letters,’ he said to the Counts two days before his death, ‘that no one can comprehend the science of government who has not occupied for twenty years an important place in the republic. And I for my part tell you that no one has understood the Holy Scriptures who has not governed the churches for a hundred years, with the prophets, the Apostles and Jesus Christ.’
This occurred on the 16th of February. After saying these words he wrote them down in Latin laid them upon the table and then retired to his room. He had no sooner reached it than he felt that his last hour was near. ‘When I have set my good lords at one,’ he said to those about him, ‘I will return home; I will lie down in my coffin and give my body to the worms.’
The next day, February 17, his weakness increased. The Counts of Mansfeld and the prior of Anhalt, filled with anxiety, came to see him. ‘Pray do not come,’ they said, ‘to the conference.’ He rose and walked up and down the room and exclaimed,—‘Here, at Eisleben, I was baptized. Will it be my lot also to die here?’ A little while after he took the sacrament. Many of his friends attended him, and sorrowfully felt that soon they would see him no more. One of them said to him,—‘Shall we know each other in the eternal assembly of the blessed? We shall be all so changed!’ ‘Adam,’ replied Luther, ‘had never seen Eve, and yet when he awoke he did not say “Who art thou?” but, “Thou art flesh of my flesh.” By what means did he know that she was taken from his flesh and not from a stone? He knew this because he was filled with the Holy Spirit. So likewise in the heavenly Paradise we shall be filled with the Holy Spirit, and we shall recognize father, mother, and friends better than Adam recognized Eve.’
Having thus spoken, Luther retired into his chamber and, according to his daily custom, even in the winter time, opened his window, looked up to heaven and began to pray. ‘Heavenly Father, he said, ‘since in thy great mercy thou hast revealed to me the downfall of the pope, since the day of thy glory is not far off, and since the light of thy Gospel, which is now rising over the earth is to be diffused through the whole world, keep to the end through thy goodness the church of my dear native country; save it from falling, preserve it in the true profession of thy word, and let all men know that it is indeed for thy work that thou hast sent me.’ He then left the window, returned to his friends, and about ten o’clock at night retired to bed.
Just as he reached the threshold of his bedroom he stood still and said in Latin,—‘In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum, redemisti me, Deus veritatis!’
The 18th of February, the day of his departure, was now at hand. About one o’clock in the morning, sensible that the chill of death was creeping over him, Luther called Jonas and his faithful servant Ambrose. ‘Make a fire,’ he said to Ambrose. Then he cried out,—‘O Lord my God, I am in great pain! What a weight upon my chest! I shall never leave Eisleben.’ Jonas said to him, ‘Our heavenly Father will come to help you for the love of Christ which you have faithfully preached to men.’ Luther then got up, took some turns up and down his room, and looking up to heaven exclaimed again,—‘Into thine hand I commit my spirit; thou hast redeemed me, O God of truth!’
Jonas in alarm sent for the doctors, Wild and Ludwig, the Count and Countess of Mansfeld, Drachstadt, the town clerk, and Luther’s children. In great alarm they all hastened to the spot. ‘I am dying,’ said the sick man. ‘No,’ said Jonas, ‘you are now in a perspiration and will soon be better,’ ‘It is the sweat of death,’ said Luther, ‘I am nearly at my last breath.’ He was thoughtful for a moment and then said with faltering voice,—‘O my heavenly Father, the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the God of all consolation, I thank thee that thou hast revealed to me thy well-beloved Son, Jesus Christ, in whom I have believed, whom I have preached, whom I have confessed, whom the pope and all the ungodly insult, blaspheme, and persecute, but whom I love and adore as my Saviour. O Jesus Christ, my Saviour, I commit my soul to thee! O my heavenly Father, I must quit this body, but I believe with perfect assurance that I shall dwell eternally with thee, and that none shall pluck me out of thy hands.’
He now remained silent for a little while; his prayer seemed to have exhausted him. But presently his countenance again grew bright, a holy joy shone in his features, and he said with fulness of faith,—‘God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.’ A moment afterwards he uttered, as if sure of victory, this word of David,*—‘He that is our God is the God of salvation; and unto God the Lord belong the issues from death.’ Dr. Wild went to him, and tried to induce him to take medicine, but Luther refused. ‘I am departing,’ he said, ‘I am about to yield up my spirit.’ Then returning to the saying which was for him a sort of watchword for his departure, he said three times successively without interruption,—‘Father! into thine hand I commit my spirit. Thou hast redeemed me, O God of truth! Thou hast redeemed me, O God of truth!’
He then closed his eyes. They touched him, moved him, called to him, but he made no answer. In vain they applied the cloths which the town-clerk and his wife heated, in vain the Countess of Mansfeld and the physicians endeavoured to revive him with tonics. He remained motionless. All who stood round him, perceiving that God was going to take away from the church militant this mighty warrior, were deeply affected. The two physicians noted from minute to minute the approach of death.
The two boys, Martin and Paul, kneeling and in tears, cried to God to spare to them their father. Ambrose lamented the master, and Coelius the friend, whom they had so much loved. The Count of Mansfeld thought of the troubles which Luther’s death might bring on the Empire. The distressed Countess sobbed and covered her eyes with her hands that she might not behold the mournful scene, Jonas, a little apart from the rest, felt heartbroken at the thought of the terrible blow impending over the Reformation. He wished to receive from the dying Luther a last testimony. He therefore rose, and went up to his friend, and bending over him, said,—Reverend father, in your dying hour do you rest on Jesus Christ, and stedfastly rely upon the doctrine which you have preached?’ ‘YES,’ said Luther, so that all who were present could hear him. This was his last word.
The pallor of death overspread his countenance; his forehead, his hands, and his feet turned cold. They addressed him by his baptismal name, ‘Doctor Martin,’ but in vain, he made no response. He drew a deep breath and fell asleep in the Lord. It was between two and three o’clock in the morning. ‘Truly,’ said Jonas, to whom we are indebted for these details, ‘thou lettest, Lord, thy servant depart in peace, and thou accomplishest for him the promise which thou madest us, and which he himself wrote the other day in a Bible presented to one of his friends: Verily, verily, I say unto you, if a man keep my saying, he shall never see death.’*
*J. H. Merle D’aubigné D.D. and William L. R. Cates, History of the Reformation in Europe in the Time of Calvin (vol. 8; London: Longmans, Green, and Co., 1878), 428–433.
I cannot imagine how there can be peace between us and the Papists, for neither part will yield to the other, and there is an everlasting war between the woman’s seed and the old serpent; they never are weary of wars. Temporal Kings and Potentates (when they are weary of warring) do agree upon cessation of arms; but in this case, there can be no such conditions and means hoped for; for we neither can nor will depart from the confession of true Christian religion and God’s Word, neither on the other side will they desist from their idolatry and blaspheming; the devil will not suffer his feet to be chopped off, neither will Christ have hindered the preaching of his Word; therefore I cannot see how any peace or truce may be between Christ and Belial. — Martin Luther
Maybe Pope Franky should read a bit of Luther before he ‘celebrates’ the Reformation.