In a sermon last Sunday, I heard this quote from a Martin Luther letter to his dear friend which had me guffawing in church. Read it and tell me if you think he would make it today when we are so careful of one another’s feelings?
I beg you, who are so pugnacious in everything else, fight against yourself, your own worst enemy, for you furnish Satan with too many weapons against yourself. . . . I pray for you very earnestly, and I am deeply pained that you keep sucking up cares like a leech and thus rendering my prayers vain. . . . If we are not strengthened by his promises, where in all the world are the people to whom these promises apply? But more of this another time. After all, my writing this is like pouring water into the sea.
From Luther: Letters of Spiritual Counsel (p. 147)