Who Owes Me Three Dollars?

February 18, 2008

Again I Quote: #7

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” But how can a man be in the right before God? If one wished to contend with him, one could not answer him once in a thousand times. He is wise in heart and mighty in strength- who has hardened himself against him, and succeeded? he who removes mountains, and they know it not, when he overturns them in his anger, who shakes the earth out of its place, and its pillars tremble; who commands the sun, and it does not rise; who seals up the stars; who alone stretched out the heavens and trampled the waves of the sea; who made the Bear and Orion, the Pleiades and the chambers of the south; who does great things beyond searching out, and marvelous things beyond number. Behold, he passes by me, and I see him not; he moves on, but I do not perceive him. Behold, he snatches away; who can turn him back? Who will say to him, ‘What are you doing?’ “God will not turn back his anger; beneath him bowed the helpers of Rahab. How then can I answer him, choosing my words with him? Though I am in the right, I cannot answer him; I must appeal for mercy to my accuser. If I summoned him and he answered me, I would not believe that he was listening to my voice. For he crushes me with a tempest and multiplies my wounds without cause; he will not let me get my breath, but fills me with bitterness. If it is a contest of strength, behold, he is mighty! If it is a matter of justice, who can summon him? Though I am in the right, my own mouth would condemn me; though I am blameless, he would prove me perverse. I am blameless; I regard not myself; I loathe my life. It is all one; therefore I say, He destroys both the blameless and the wicked.”

“If anyone comes to me and does not hate his own father and mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be my disciple.”

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February 12, 2008

Again I Quote #6

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O LORD, God of my salvation; I cry out day and night before you.  Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry!  For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.  I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am a man who has no strength,  like one set loose among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, like those whom you remember no more, for they are cut off from your hand.  You have put me in the depths of the pit, in the regions dark and deep.  Your wrath lies heavy upon me, and you overwhelm me with all your waves. Selah  You have caused my companions to shun me; you have made me a horror to them. I am shut in so that I cannot escape;  my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon you, O LORD; I spread out my hands to you.  Do you work wonders for the dead? Do the departed rise up to praise you? Selah  Is your steadfast love declared in the grave, or your faithfulness in Abaddon?  Are your wonders known in the darkness, or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?  But I, O LORD, cry to you; in the morning my prayer comes before you.  O LORD, why do you cast my soul away? Why do you hide your face from me?  Afflicted and close to death from my youth up, I suffer your terrors; I am helpless.  Your wrath has swept over me; your dreadful assaults destroy me.  They surround me like a flood all day long; they close in on me together.  You have caused my beloved and my friend to shun me; my companions have become darkness.

Psalm 88

February 8, 2008

Again I Quote #5

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“When his wife wept loudly he comforted her, ‘Think where she is going. She’ll get along all right. Flesh is flesh, spirit is spirit. Children don’t argue. They believe what they’re told. All things are simple for children. They die without anxiety, complaint or fear of death, and they have little physical pain, as if they were falling asleep’.

“When the illness of his daughter became graver he said, ‘I love her very much. But if it is your will to take her, dear God, I shall be glad to know that she is with you.’ Afterward,he said to his daughter, who was lying in bed, ‘Dear Magdalene, my little daughter, you would be glad to stay here with me, your father. Are you also glad to go to your Father, in heaven?’ The sick girl replied, ‘Yes, dear father, as God wills.’ The father said, ‘You dear little girl. [Then he turned away from her and said] ‘The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. I love her very much. But if this flesh is so strong, what must the spirit be?’ Among other things, he then said, ‘In the last thousand years God has given to no bishop such great gifts as he has given to me (for one should boast of God’s gifts). I’m angry with myself that I am unable to rejoice from my heart and be thankful to God, though at times I do sing a little song and thank God. Whether we live or die, we are the Lord’s (in the genitive singular and not the nominative plural).

“When his daughter was in the agony of death, he fell on his knees before the bed, and weeping bitterly, prayed that God might will to save her. Thus she gave up the ghost in the arms of her father. Her mother was in the same room, but farther from the bed on account of her grief. It was after the ninth hour on the Wednesday after the Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity in the year 1542.

“Often he repeated the words given above, ‘I’d like to keep my daughter because I love her very much, if only our Lord God would let me, however, His will be done. Truly nothing better can happen to her, nothing better.’ While she was still living he often said to her, ‘Dear daughter you have another Father in heaven. You are going to go to him.’ His friend [PM] said to him, ‘The feelings of parents are a likeness of divinty impressed upon the human character. If the love of God for the human race is as great as the love of parents for their children, then it is truly great and ardent.’

“When his dead daughter had been placed in the coffin, he said, ‘You dear little Lena, how well it has worked out for you.’ He looked at her and said, ‘Ah, dear child, to think that you must be raised up and will shine like the stars, yes, like the sun.’

“The coffin would not hold her, and he said, ‘The little bed is too small for her.’ He said, ‘I am joyful in spirit but I am sad according to the flesh. The flesh doesn’t take kindly to this. The separation caused by death troubles me above measure. It is strange to know that she is surely at peace and that she is surely at peace and is well off there, very well off, and yet to grieve so much.’

“When people came to escort the funeral and friends spoke to him according to custom and expressed to him their sympathy, he said, ‘You should be pleased. I have sent a saint to heaven – yes a living saint. Would that our death might be like this. Such a death I would take this very hour.’ The people said, ‘Yes this is quite true. Yet everybody would like to hold on to what is his.’ He replied, ‘Flesh is flesh and blood is blood. I am happy that she is safely out of it. There is no sorrow except that of the flesh.’ Again, turning to others, he said, ‘Do not be sorrowful. I have sent a saint to heaven. In fact, I have sent two of them.’

“When she was buried, he said, ‘There is a resurrection of the flesh.’

“When he returned home from the funeral, he said, ‘My daughter is now fitted out in body and soul. We Christians now have nothing to complain about. We know that it should and must be so, for we are altogether certain about eternal life.’ Thereupon, he consoled himself by saying, ‘I am very glad to give my daughter to our Lord God. According to the flesh I would gladly have had her, but since he has taken her away, I am thankful to him.’

Martin Luther in Table Talk

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February 7, 2008

Again I Quote #4

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“My dear friends, come here to grieve with this stooped father at the grave of his beloved child, I know you are not come with the intention of seeing a reed shaken by the wind. But what you find is in truth only an old stalk, which yet does not break even from this gust of wind that has suddenly struck him from on high, out of the blue. Thus it is. For a happy household, cared for and spared by Heaven for twenty years, I have God to thank; for a much longer pursuit of my vocation, accompanied by undeserved blessings; for a great abundance of joys and sorrows, which in my calling and as a sympathetic friend, I have lived through with others. Many a heavy cloud has passed over my life; yet what has come from without, faith has surmounted, and what from within love has recompensed. But now, this one blow, the first of its kind, has shaken my life to its roots.

. . . . .

“This charge, important above all others for the remainder of my life, to which my heart clung to full of love, is now ineradicably stricken through; the friendly, refreshing picture of life is suddenly destroyed; and all the hopes that rested upon him lie here and shall be buried with this coffin. What should I say?

“There is one consolation, with which many faithful Christians soothe themselves in such a case, which already many beloved, friendly voices have spoken to me in these days, and which is not to be simply dismissed, for it grows out of a correct assessment of human weakness. Namely, it is the consolation that children who are taken away young are in fact delivered from all the dangers and temptations of this life and are early rescued into the sure Haven. And this boy would certainly not have been spared these dangers. But, in fact, this consolation does not want to take with me, I being the way I am. Regarding this world as I always do, as a world that is glorified through the life of the Redeemer and hallowed through the efficacy of his Spirit to an unending development of all that is good and Godly; wishing, as I always have, to be nothing but a servant of this divine Word in a joyful spirit and sense; why then should I not have believed that the blessings of the Christian community would be confirmed in my child as well, and that through Christian upbringing, an imperishable seed would have been planted in him? Why should I not have trusted in the merciful preservation of God for him as well, even if he stumbled? Why should I not have trusted securely that nothing would be able to tear him out of the hand of the Lord and Savior to whom he was dedicated, and whom he had already begun to love with his childlike heart.

“Thus I stand here, then, with my comfort and my hope alone in the Word of Scripture, modest and yet so rich. ‘It doth not yet appear what we shall be; but when it shall appear, we shall see him as he is.’ And in the powerful prayer of the Lord ‘Father, I would that where I am, they also may be whom thou hast given me.’ Supported by these strong beliefs, then, and borne along by a childlike submission, I say from my heart, the Lord has given him: the name of the Lord be praised, that he gave him to me; that he granted to this child a life, which, even though short, was yet glad and bright and warmed by the loving breath of his grace; that he has so truly watched over and guided him that now with his cherished remembrance nothing bitter is mixed.

“Now, thou God who art love, let me not only resign myself to thy omnipotence, not only submit to thy impenetrable wisdom, but also know thy fatherly love. Make even this grievous trial a new blessing for me in my vocation. For me and all of mine let this communal pain become wherever possible a new bond of still more intimate love, and let it issue in a new apprehension of thy Spirit in all my household. Grant that even this grave hour may become a blessing for all who are gathered here. Let us all more and more mature to that wisdom which, looking beyond the void, sees and loves only the eternal in all things earthly and perishable, and in all thy decrees finds thy peace as well, and eternal life, to which through faith we are delivered out of death. Amen.”

Friederich Schleiermacher – Graveside sermon on the death of his son.

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