Filth-Spattered Wretch That You Are
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You are such an accursed, ungrateful wretch that you will not give a child into training for the maintenance of the gifts of God. You have everything, all of it free of charge; yet you show not a particle of gratitude. Instead you let God’s kingdom and the salvation of people’s souls go to ruin; you even help to destroy them. Ought not God to be angry over this? Ought not famine to come? Ought not pestilence, flu, and syphilis find us out? Ought not blind, fierce, and savage tyrants come to power? Ought not war and contention arise? Ought not evil regimes appear in our lands? Ought not our enemies plunder us? Indeed, it would not be surprising if God were to open the doors and windows of hell and pelt and shower us with nothing but devils, or let brimstone and hell-fire rain down from heaven and inundate us one and all in the abyss of hell, like Sodom and Gomorrah.Previous post: Reviews Too Late: Freeing the Slaves
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I found that curiously bracing.
I blew it. I went back and pressed the button six times in a row and now I want to punch Martin Luther and he’s unavailable.
Martin Luther was theRude Pundit of his generation?
You should be thankful that the obscene cartoons that once accompanied the text are not shown.
The cartoons (which were included for those who couldn’t read) were just as punchy and explicit as the prose.
Oh, he had a sharp tongue on him, all right. The one Luther quote that I cherish, because of the lovely, lovely visuals you get with it, is “The human race is like a drunken peasant trying to ride a horse. First he falls off on one side, and then on the other.”
Hmmm… didn’t he put in some time as a village pastor?
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