Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My script of joy, immortal diet,
y bottle of salvation.
My gown of glory, hopes true gauge,
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

~Sir Walter Raleigh

A hiker, walking for pleasure, likes to choose between several alluring trails.
The pilgrim desires only the road that leads home.

~Frank W. Boreham

Monday, February 21, 2011

A Martin Luther Moment

Dear Dr. Luther once again brought cheer to my day.

Philip Melanchthon, Martin's beloved and trusted friend lay dying. Luther was in great distress and frightened. On seeing his friend, "He then turned forthwith to the window, and prayed fervently to God."

"Then, said Luther, our Lord God could not but hear me: for I threw my sack before His door, and wearied His ears with all His promises of hearing prayers, which I could repeat out of Holy Writ; so He could not but hear me, if I were ever to trust in His promises."

What graphic imagery of intercessory prayer. Throwing ones sack before His door and wearying God's ears with His own promises I find not only encouraging by example, I find it delightful. It makes me smile. A lot.

And yes, Melanchthon lived to continue the fight for Faith with his friend, and in fact out lived his friend.

Today I'm grateful for their example and for the preserved record of this charming account of their faith in our God.


  1. Love this! I think I have varied sacks, all out of burlap. And yes, I have a tendency to throw them.