A Year of Morning Thanks
Way back in 1517, on this day, Martin Luther nailed some arguments on the church door at Wittenburg, Germany, because he devoutly believed (he was devout in all things, but delightfully earthy) that his salvation was a gift of grace, not of man. Deliverance cometh (my word) by Jesus Christ, and not by way of some middle man.
Good Christian child that I was (and, I hope, still am), I remember being shocked when, in graduate school, I heard my Shakespeare prof, an Anglican, once chuckle about there being a ton of land barons in Germany who were a whole lot less religious than Luther but prayerfully on his side once he started to wreak some havoc in the church. I'd only ever thought about the Reformation as a movement in church history; but the fact is, Luther's 95 thesis were nailed to human history, just as definitively as the shot heard round the world. Without the Reformation, the American Revolution would have to had risen from altogether other roots.
Yesterday, in chapel, the speaker told us all that Luther, one of the most prolific writers of all time, has a shelf full of work, one hundred fat, German volumes. He said that when finally the old reformer died, his hand's rigor mortis made it seem he was still holding a quill, as if he had a few more chapters to write.
What a guy. What a story.