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Answer--"I believe that G.o.d has created me and all creatures; has given me body and soul, eyes, ears, and all my limbs, reason, and all my senses, and still preserves them to me; and that he has also given me my clothes and my shoes, and whatsoever I eat or drink; that richly and daily he provides me with all needful nourishment for body and life, and guards me from all danger and evil; and all this out of pure fatherly divine goodness and mercy, without any merit or deserving of mine. And for all this I am bound to thank and praise him, and also to serve and obey him. This is certainly true."
Again--
"I believe in Jesus Christ," &c.
"What does that mean?"
"I believe that Jesus Christ, true G.o.d, begotten of the Father from eternity, and also true man, born of the Virgin Mary, is my Lord, who has redeemed me, a lost and condemned human creature, has purchased and won me from all sins, from death and from the power of the devil, not with silver and gold, but with his own holy precious blood, and with his innocent suffering and dying, that I may be his own, and I live in his kingdom under him, and serve him in endless righteousness, innocence, and blessedness, even as he is risen from the dead, and lives and reigns forever. This is certainly true."
And again,
"I believe in the Holy Ghost."
"What does that mean?"
"I believe that not by my own reason or power can I believe on Jesus Christ my Lord, or come to him; but the Holy Ghost has called me through the gospel, enlightened me with his gifts, sanctified and kept me in the right faith, as he calls all Christian people on earth, gathers, enlightens, sanctifies them, and through Jesus keeps them in the right and only faith, among which Christian people he daily richly forgives all sins, to me and all believers, and at the last day will awaken me and all the dead, and to me and all believers in Christ will give eternal life. This is certainly true."
And again, on the Lord's Prayer, the children's voices began,--
"Our Father who art in heaven."
"What does that mean?"
"G.o.d will in this way sweetly persuade us to believe that he is our true Father, and that we are his true children; that cheerfully and with all confidence we may ask of him as dear children ask of their dear fathers."
And at the end,
"What does Amen mean?"
"That I should be sure such prayers are acceptable to the Father in heaven, and granted by him, for he himself has taught us thus to pray, and promised that he will hear us. Amen, amen--that means, _yes, yes, that shall be done_."
And when it was asked,--
"Who receives the holy sacrament worthily?"
Softly came the answer,--
"He is truly and rightly prepared who has faith in these words, 'Given and shed for you, for the forgiveness of sins.' But he who doubts or disbelieves these words, is unworthy and unprepared; for the words, '_for you_,' need simple believing hearts."
As I listened to the simple living words, I could not wonder that Dr.
Luther often repeats them to himself, or rather, as he says, '_to G.o.d_,'
as an antidote to the fiery darts of the wicked one.
And so the childish voices died away in the morning stillness of the church, and the shadow of the bell-tower fell silently across the gra.s.sy mounds or wooden crosses beneath which rest the village dead; and as we went home, the long shadow of the beech-tree fell on the dewy village green.
Then, before eleven o'clock, the church bell began to ring, and the peasants came trooping from the different clearings of the forest. One by one we watched the various groups in their bright holiday dresses, issuing out of the depths of dark green shade, among them, doubtless, many a branch of the Luther family who live in this neighbourhood.
Afterwards each door in the village poured out its contributions, and soon the little church was full, the men and women seated on the opposite sides of the church, and the aged gathered around the pulpit.
Fritz's text was Eva's motto, "_G.o.d so loved the world._" Simply, with ill.u.s.trations such as they could understand, he spoke to them of G.o.d's infinite love, and the infinite cost at which he had redeemed us, and of the love and trust and obedience we owe him, and, according to Dr.
Luther's advice he did not speak too long, but "called black black, and white white, keeping to one simple subject, so that the people may go away and say, '_The sermon was about this._'" For, as I heard Dr. Luther say, "We must not speak to the common people of high difficult things, or with mysterious words. To the church come little children, maid-servants, old men and women, to whom high doctrine teaches nothing.
For, if they say about it, 'Ah, he said excellent things, he has made a fine sermon!' And one asks, 'What about, then?' they reply, 'I know not.' Let us remember what pains our Lord Christ took to preach simply.
From the vineyard, from the sheepfold, from trees, he drew his ill.u.s.trations, all that the people might feel and understand."
That sermon of Fritz's left a deep rest in my heart. He spoke not of justification, and redemption merely, but of the living G.o.d redeeming and justifying us. Greater service can no one render us than to recall to us what G.o.d has done for us, and how he really and tenderly cares for us.
In the afternoon, the children were gathered for a little while in the school-room, and questioned about the sermon. At sunset again we all met for a short service in the church, and sang evening hymns in German, after which the pastor p.r.o.nounced the benediction, and the little community scattered once more to their various homes.
With the quiet sunshine, and the light shed on the home by Fritz's return, to-day seemed to me almost like a day in Paradise.
Thank G.o.d again and again for Dr. Luther, and especially for these two great benefits given back to us through him--first, that he has unsealed the fountain of G.o.d's word from the icy fetters of the dead language, and sent it flowing through the land, everywhere wakening winter into spring; and secondly, that he has vindicated the sanct.i.ty of marriage and the home life it const.i.tutes; unsealing the grave-stones of the convent gates, and sending forth the religion entranced and buried there to bless the world in a thousand lowly, holy, Christian homes such as this.
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Thekla's Story.
WITTEMBERG, _September_, 1527.
I have said it from my heart at last! yes, I am sure I say it from my heart, and if with a broken heart, G.o.d will not despise that.
"_Our Father_ which art in heaven, _thy will, not mine be done_."
I thought I could bear anything better than suspense; but I had no idea what a blank of despair the certainty would bring.
Then came dreadful rebellious thoughts, that G.o.d should let him die alone; and then recurred to my heart all they had said to me about not making idols, and I began to fear I had never really loved or worshipped G.o.d at all, but only Bertrand; and then came a long time of blank and darkness into which no light of human or divine love or voices of comfort seemed in the least to penetrate. I thought G.o.d would never receive me until I could say, "Thy will be done," and this I could not say.
The first words I remember that seemed to convey any meaning at all to me were some of Dr. Luther's in a sermon. He said it was easy to believe in G.o.d's pardoning love in times of peace, but in times of temptation when the devil a.s.sailed the soul with all his fiery darts, he himself found it hard, indeed, to hold to the truth he knew so well, that Christ was not a severe judge, or a hard exactor, but a forgiving Saviour, indeed love itself, pure unalterable love.
Then I began to understand it was _the devil_, the malignant exacting evil spirit that I had been listening to in the darkness of my heart, that it was he who had been persuading me I must not dare to go to my Father, before I could bring him a perectly submissive heart.
And then I remembered the words, "Come unto me, ye that are weary and heavy laden;" and, alone in my room, I fell on my knees, and cried, "O blessed Saviour, O heavenly Father, I am not submissive; but I am weary, weary and heavy-laden; and I come to thee. Wilt thou take me as I am, and teach me in time to say, 'Thy will be done!'" And he received me, and in time he has taught me. At least I can say so to-night. To-morrow, perhaps, the old rebellion will come back. But if it does, I will go again to our heavenly Father and say again, "Not submissive yet, only heavy-laden! Father, take my hand, and say, begin again!"
Because amidst all these happy homes I felt so unnecessary to any one, and so unutterably lonely. I longed for the old convents to bury myself in, away from all joyous sounds. But, thank G.o.d, they were closed for me; and I do not wish for them now.
Dr. Luther began to help me by showing me how the devil had been keeping me from G.o.d.
And now G.o.d has helped me by sending through my heart again a glow of thankfulness and love.
The plague has been at Wittemberg again. Dr. Luther's house has been turned into an hospital; for dear as are his Kathe and his little Hans to him, he would not flee from the danger, any more than years ago, when he was a monk in the convent which is now his home.
And what a blessing his strong and faithful words have been among us, from the pulpit, by the dying bed, or in the house of mourning.
But it is through my precious mother chiefly that G.o.d has spoken to my heart, and made me feel he does indeed sustain, and care, and listen.
She was so nearly gone. And now she is recovering. They say the danger is over. And never more will I say in my heart, "To me only G.o.d gives no home," or fear to let my heart entwine too closely round those G.o.d has left me to love, because of the anguish when that clasp is severed. I will take the joy and the love with all its possibilities of sorrow, and trust in G.o.d for both.
Perhaps, also, G.o.d may have some little work of love for me to do, some especial service even for me, to make me needed in the world as long as I am here. For to-day Justus Jonas, who has lost his little son in the plague, came to me and said,--