“SIN BOLDLY” –MARTIN LUTHER
The fascinating, complex German reformer Martin Luther was many things. One of them was quotable!
Luther’s views were condemned as heretical by Pope Leo X in the bull Exsurge Domine in 1520. He was, consequently, summoned to either renounce or reaffirm them at the Diet of Worms on 17 April 1521. When he appeared before the assembly, Johann von Eck, acting as spokesman for Emperor Charles the Fifth, showed Luther a table filled with copies of his writing. Eck asked if he still believed what these works taught. Luther requested time to think about his answer. Granted an extension, he prayed, consulted with friends and mediators, and presented himself before the Diet the next day.
The counselor put the same question to Luther. Here is Luther’s famous answer, “Unless I am convinced by proofs from Scriptures or by plain and clear reasons and arguments, I can and will not retract, for it is neither safe nor wise to do anything against conscience. Here I stand. I can do no other. God help me. Amen.“
On May 25, the Emperor issued his Edict of Worms, declaring Martin Luther an outlaw.
And here is Luther’s famous statement to Philipp Melanchton: “If you are a preacher of mercy, do not preach an imaginary but the true mercy. If the mercy is true, you must therefore bear the true, not an imaginary sin. God does not save those who are only imaginary sinners. Be a sinner, sin boldly, and let your sins be strong, but let your trust in Christ be stronger, and rejoice in Christ who is the victor over sin, death, and the world. We will commit sins while we are here, for this life is not a place where justice resides. We, however, says Peter (2. Peter 3:13) are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth where justice will reign.” [Letter 99.13, To Philipp Melanchthon, 1 August 1521.]
Jake and Us
Roy, I & Jake just went for a lovely moonlight 9 p.m. run down our dirt country lane–access only, no cars.
He says I am just like Jake the Collie, in that I love to curl up all day, and pretend I like runs.
I said HE was like Jake the Collie, in that he loves to curl up all day, the only difference being that Jake loves runs, & Roy loves tea.
Having agreed on this, we both petted Jake, who happily wagged his tail!
Theophanies: St John at Patmos, A Sermon at St. Aldate’s
St John at Patmos,
John’s vision of Patmos (a vision rather than a theophany, incidentally!)
Among the lampstands was someone “like a son of man,” dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest.14His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. 15His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. 16In his right hand he held seven stars, and out of his mouth came a sharp double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.
17When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said: “Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last. 18I am the Living One; I was dead, and behold I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades.
John was exiled to Patmos. Ostensibly, the end of influence, the end of his ministry, the end of his life. His life had ended. (I have so often felt like that, that my life as I had envisioned it has come to to a dead end, and failed!).
Yet, because of the word of God, which can be spoken even in the absence of the written Scripture, when you think your influence and ministry is over, it can be the strongest. (Another example is the wonderful, soul-nourishing letters Paul wrote in the desert of prison.)
(Patmos was hot and barren, incidentally. It informed John’ss vision of heaven–Never again will they hunger;
never again will they thirst.
The sun will not beat upon them,
nor any scorching heat.
For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd;
he will lead them to springs of living water.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.”)
And in this desert place, in this wilderness season, he received a vision of God, and it made everything different. He saw Christ--pure, passionate, powerful, eternal, beautiful.
And with the the Revelation, the despised, forgotten, powerless prisoner becomes a prophet and a pastor, a pastor for the ages, as the best spiritual writers are.
The most important things happen on the inside.Our spiritual life is the most important dimension of our lives–not the intellectual, not the physical, not even love and friendship.
And these are the words Christ said to John which changed everything
“Do not be afraid.
I am the Alpha and the Omega. I encompass everything.
The alphabet, all human learning, everything that happened, is happening, can happen, and will happen, is in my hands.
I am the Living One.
And I see you. I control your life, and I will control your death.”
John gains strength. The powerless prisoner becomes a writer and a prophet with a gift for 21 centuries.
And everything can change in the desert, for there you have the best possible conditions for seeing God.
Thoughts on Women and Islam

A A policeman gives a woman a public whipping for wearing trousers underneath her Islamic clothing in Sudan (YouTube) Woman publicly whipped for wearing trousers in Sudannderneath her Islamic clothing in Sudan (YouTube)
Women in Afghanistan, even doctors, not allowed to work. Male doctors not allowed to examine women. Single female doctors forced to beg. Acid thrown in the faces of young girls who go to school.
http://articles.sfgate.com/2010-07-21/news/21991344_1_afghan-women-women-s-rights-troop-withdrawal
Unbelievably high rates of depression among women in Afghanistan.
“At one of the rare hospitals for women, a reporter found still, nearly lifeless bodies lying motionless on top of beds, wrapped in their burqua, unwilling to speak, eat or do anything, but are slowly wasting away. Others have gone mad and were seen crouched in corners, perpetually rocking or crying, most of them in fear”
Lolly Woodward Dunlap 1/2/1922-9/8/2009
My thoughts have been full of Lolly Dunlap who left this life on the 8th of September. We met weekly almost exactly 8 years ago during a difficult season of my life. We met to pray, study Scripture, and talk–i.e. me soaking in her wisdom and loving spirit.
She was one of the most generous people I have ever met–like Heidi Baker in Mozambique, she sought nothing from anyone, not help, or affirmation, appreciation, approval or attention, all of which were richly deserved. Her thought in all her relationships was how she could bless people. When I think of God’s promise to Abraham, “I will bless you, and you will be a blessing,” I think of Lolly who was a blessing because of her gentle, humble, loving spirit and her immersion in God’s word, a blessing simply because of who she was, over and above what she did. I do not use superlatives lightly, but she was one of the few true saints I have met in my life ( which can also be said of her brother Dick Woodward and his wife, Ginnie).
A Christian in Business, II
Frederick Buechner had this description of a vocation, “The vocation God calls you to is where your deep joy and the world’s deep need intersect.”
I think the same can be said of a good and successful business idea. Find out how your skills, talents, and interests, what you could have fun doing, can somehow intersect with and serve the world’s deep need. No one can meet all the world’s needs. So discover people’s real needs in an niche which interests you and turns you on. Meet that need. Earn your living–plus–in that area.
So a business, ideally, should be an exchange of blessings. The business owner blesses the customer with his or her skills or products. The customer, in return, leaves cash–and good will.
When I seek God’s direction in our business, one thing I always seem to hear him say, is “Think bigger.” I think of how he told Abraham to look up, and count the stars…
Prayer is powerful in every domain of life, even business
I own a business, a small publishing company, and since I got into business 4 years ago, in my forties, with no previous training or experience, I need to run it by prayer. Which I do. Successfully when I remember to pray, stressfully when I do not.
And here’s an example which is pretty amazing. We have published nearly 400 books over the last 3 years, with the help of 7 of our friends who are working with us. We’ve entered 40 of them into various wholesaler’s networks, and they have sold almost as much as the remaining 350 which we sell through retail outlets. So we’ve wanted to get all our books into wholesale channels and get out of retail.
But, though we have wanted to do this ALL YEAR, and were in agreement on it, setting up the titles with images, description and details to fit the wholesaler’s specifications is time-consuming. And somehow, much to our frustration, things kept coming up which seemed to be a higher priority. It was becoming like Mr. Holland’s Opus (remember that heart-breaking film?) and Roy was getting most irritated and frustrated by it, as was I, to a lesser degree.
Last Friday, it struck me: Gosh, I haven’t prayed for time. And so I did. “Lord, please provide time for us to undertake this massive project.”
And almost instantly, He did. Our clever daughter, Zoe, almost 16, who like Irene, 11, has a solid understanding of our business, having seen it grow from nothing and been involved in all our deliberations about it over the supper table, came up with a solution. The printer had all the data. Get the printer to send us his spreadsheets. Upload those to the distribution networks. We did that, and in a few hours, the mammoth task was done.
Lesson 1. Automate everything you can.
Lesson 2. Never ever forget to pray!!
Smilla’s Sense of Snow
I hardly ever watch thrillers, since I get emotionally over-involved in them, and hence nervous. However, I was fascinated by the premise of this novel when I first read a review of it–Smilla who can read snow. I remember studying in linguistics that people find words for what is important to them. The Eskimos, for instance, are supposed to have 17 words to describe snow.
I wanted to read this book about this woman who could read snow. But time being the finite element that is, I watched the film instead.
It has the rarefied unsmiling quality of most Scandinavian films, but it also a totally gripping story of the conflict between big business whose money reaches up and down the corridors of power and society, and an individual determined to find the murderer of a six year old boy, even if it kills her. I particularly liked the portrayal of the six year old doomed boy, Isaiah, and his relationship with Smilla.
We watched it on a lethargic Sunday when we couldn’t find the energy to do anything else. I can think of worse ways of spending an evening.
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