Luther Page #3

because he took his life.

I say it was overcome

by the devil.

Is this child

any more to blame

for the despair that overtook him

than an innocent man who is

murdered by a robber in the woods?

God must be mercy.

God is mercy.

He is yours. Save him.

Terrible. Unforgiving.

That's how I saw God.

Punishing us in this life,

committing us to Purgatory

after death,

sentencing sinners to burn in hell

for all eternity.

But I was wrong.

Those who see God as angry...

do not see Him rightly...

but look upon a curtain

as if a dark storm cloud

has been drawn across His face.

If we truly believe

that Christ is our Savior...

then we have a God of love,

and to see God in faith

is to look upon

His friendly heart.

So when the devil throws

your sins in your face

and declares that you deserve

death and hell, tell him this...

"I admit that I deserve

death and hell. What of it?

"For I know One who suffered

and made satisfaction in my behalf.

"His name is Jesus Christ,

Son of God.

Where He is,

there I shall be also."

Prince Frederick wants him silenced.

You should have stopped him,

Carlstadt. Forbidden him.

Forbidden him, Spalatin?

To teach theology?

He undermines the prince.

Come on, there is no

clear teaching on relics.

When I became a monk,

I believed the monk's cowl

would make me holy.

Was I an arrogant fool?

Now they have made me

a doctor of divinity,

and I'm tempted to believe

that this scholar's robe

will make me wise.

Well, God once spoke

through the mouth of an ass.

Perhaps he's about to

do so again.

But I'll tell you straight

what I think.

Who here has been to Rome?

Did you buy an indulgence?

No.

I did.

For a silver florin, I freed

my grandfather from Purgatory.

For twice that, I could have sprung

grandma and Uncle Marcus too,

but I didn't have the funds,

so they had to stay in the hot place.

As for myself,

the priests assured me

that by gazing at sacred relics,

I could cut down

my time in Purgatory.

Luckily for me, Rome had

enough nails from the Holy Cross

to shoe every horse in Saxony.

But there are relics

elsewhere in Christendom.

Eighteen out of twelve apostles

are buried in Spain.

And yet here in Wittenberg,

we have the pick of the crop...

bread from the Last Supper,

milk from the Virgin's breast,

a thorn that pierced

Christ's brow on Calvary,

and 19,000 other bits

of sacred bone,

all authenticated sacred relics.

Even John Tetzel himself...

Inquisitor of Poland and Saxony,

seller of indulgences

extraordinary,

connoisseur of relics,

envies our collection!

To possess them

for a single night,

he would willingly surrender

five years of his earthly life!

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