The Gift That Keeps on Giving

There is a thing that I have seen that has happened enough that I can recognize it. It is a holy thing but for the life of me I can’t help thinking of it as a scary thing as well.

I saw it one time when we were on a mission trip in Saint Louis. We were staying in a church – 18 college students and me -- bunked out all throughout Dr. Fry United Methodist Church. We have been working downtown in the city – some of us at a day program for people struggling with homelessness and mental illness, some of us in an AIDS awareness ministry, some of us working with children. We drove through abandoned areas of the city – brownfields they call them – where buildings had been demolished and sidewalks lined empty blocks where businesses had once flourished and where people had once walked. We met people who lived on the edge.

Then at night, in the basement of the church, we talked about our experiences. We shared where we had seen God. And then impromptu things happened. People played games. They cleaned the kitchen. They called home. But the holy thing happened when one of the first-year students who had come on the trip sat on a table and started to ask questions.

“Why is there homelessness here? What are we doing that is making a difference here? Isn’t our work just like a band-aid that doesn’t really get at the real problems? What if God is asking us to do something more?”

It was a strange scene – a girl who had been convicted by what she had seen and who was not going to let the feeling go. A curious group of fellow students gathered in a circle around the folding table on which she was sitting. And I could see something happening – the holy thing. This girl was not going to be able to be the same after this. She was going to give her life to something that would keep her close to these hard questions. God was not going to leave her alone. And God hasn’t. She’s now working on a PhD in theological education and will be one of the best teachers I know.

I’ve seen it happen to others, too. Like for Debbie who was riding along in the passenger seat near the Mexico border as we drove from another mission site. We had just left a shelter for people who had fled to the United States from poverty and need in Mexico and Central America. She looked out the window and said, “I could see myself working here.” The Spirit told me that a course had been set. And Debbie did go to work on the border and now is in seminary. The holy thing had happened.

Then there was Laura, who sees the dignity in every person, and who went to work for improving the lives and lot of people who had no homes in northern Virginia and who spoke to our youth during our mission trip last summer. Brian, who was a hydrologist but who first went to the Peace Corps and who is talking about going to Haiti. Lauren, my campus ministry colleague, who gave up her comfortable life in Charlottesville to go join an intentional community in inner-city Atlanta that works with people on the streets and who now works with prisoners and advocates restorative justice. It happened to all of them.

It’s a holy thing – but I worry for people who go through this thing. Something makes me want to protect them from the suffering I know they will go through to pursue this thing. I want to say to them, “Don’t you know what this is going to mean? Couldn’t you just do something normal?” And then I realize – this is God’s normal. Once God gets hold of us, caution is thrown to the wind and incredible things happen.

Paul said to the Christians in Corinth, “There are varieties of gifts but the same Spirit.” Amazing things were happening among the Corinthian Christians. People were exhibiting unusual gifts and it was disturbing the community. Which gift was best? What was normal? If someone was speaking in tongues, did that make them better than others? What about teaching? What about prophecy? What about healing?

The holy thing was happening to them. They were not going to be the same. And the best thing they could do was to see if Jesus was going to be lifted up. Because, Paul said, if the gifts lead them to say, “Jesus is Lord,” then the Holy Spirit is behind them. No matter how much we worry about them, if Jesus’ name and Jesus’ work are becoming known, this is the Spirit’s work.

So this week we watched the news from Haiti and the news kept getting grimmer. A massive earthquake hits a nation that already suffers from poverty, corrupt government, and all kinds of needs. The initial reports said 10,000 might be dead. Then 50,000 then 100 – now maybe 200,000 deaths and many more injuries. The extent of the disaster is still not known. People lie in make-shift hospitals waiting for medical attention. Bodies decompose in destroyed buildings. Supplies of clean water are running out.

Many people ask, “Why? How could this happen? Why did it happen?” Maybe even – “Where is God?” But God is right there in the midst of the tragedy – alive in the people who are giving aid, who are combing through rubble looking for survivors, who are simply sitting and weeping with those who wait for word from loved ones.

Did you notice how much of the news about foreigners who were in the country focused on missionaries and mission teams? Even before the quake Christian groups were there working on building projects, children’s health, medical missions. The United Methodist Church has many different projects in Haiti. The head of the United Methodist Committee on Relief was in Haiti when the quake hit – Sam Dixon – and we found out yesterday that he was one of those who died. Highland Park United Methodist Church in Dallas had 12 people there working at an eye clinic the church has helped to fund. Many of them were injured when the clinic collapsed on them. One of them, Jean Arnwine, died.

But for all of these stories there were miraculous stories of rescue. The response from groups like UMCOR and the Red Cross has been dramatic. UMCOR has already raised one million dollars for relief efforts. We’re airlifting in these health kits next week. We’re making them this week. They’re going to the Sager-Brown Depot in Louisiana and then they’re going to Haiti.

And the holy thing is going to happen – people whose lives have been turned around by the Holy Spirit working in them are going to go to Haiti. Several of you have already talked to me about going. It is worrying. It is way out of our comfort zones – but it is God’s thing. If you’re interested in going, let me know after the service. It will be at least mid-March before they will be ready to accept teams, but there will be teams.

Now you might be under the impression that, with all these examples, what I am saying is that you have to undertake some dangerous, selfless mission in order to express your gifts for ministry. Not all these holy journeys involve giving up your job or going into harm’s way. But there is something dangerous and selfless about these holy things. It’s also freeing. Becoming the person God made you to be is always a dangerous, freeing thing.

Parker Palmer wrote in his book Let Your Life Speak about the problem of burnout. It’s not what we think it is. “[T]hough usually regarded as the result of trying to give too much,” he says, burnout actually “results from trying to give what I do not possess… Burnout is a state of emptiness, to be sure, but it does not result from giving all I have: it merely reveals the nothingness from which I was trying to give in the first place.”[i]

What we really need to do, Palmer says, is to find that place in ourselves that is dying to be revealed, to be used, to be heard from – to identify the self that is truly me and truly God’s and to give from that space. Burnout is a problem for those who are giving from the place that is not them. The true problem is that we are not giving enough from the place that truly is me.

So what is the gift that God has given you? What are the dangerous, freeing places that God calls you to? What is it that you need to give the world so that Jesus can be lifted up and everyone can see how the world is different because Jesus has come to transform it? How can you let your life speak?

Since Gerard Manley Hopkins is my current poet companion, I’ll close with a brief line from one of his poems. In “As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame,” Hopkins looks at each living thing around him and discovers that when they are being most truly themselves, they are offering the world a witness to the God who made them. Kingfishers, dragonflies – even a stone ringing off the sides of a well as it makes its way down – all of these things ultimately give tribute to God.

Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:

Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;

Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,

Crying Whát I do is me: for that I came.

Í say móre: the just man justices;

Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;

Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is—

Chríst—for Christ plays in ten thousand places,[ii]

“What I do is me: for that I came.” What is it that you came for? What is it that you are called to do? How is Christ evident in you? The more you know the answers to these questions the more it will be evident that no tragedy cannot be redeemed and no moment can be less than filled with the Christ who plays in ten thousand places. Thanks be to God.

1 Corinthians 12:1-11 [NRSV]

Now concerning spiritual gifts, brothers and sisters, I do not want you to be uninformed. You know that when you were pagans, you were enticed and led astray to idols that could not speak. Therefore I want you to understand that no one speaking by the Spirit of God ever says "Let Jesus be cursed!" and no one can say "Jesus is Lord" except by the Holy Spirit.

Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of services, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities, but it is the same God who activates all of them in everyone. To each is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good.

To one is given through the Spirit the utterance of wisdom, and to another the utterance of knowledge according to the same Spirit, to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healing by the one Spirit, to another the working of miracles, to another prophecy, to another the discernment of spirits, to another various kinds of tongues, to another the interpretation of tongues. All these are activated by one and the same Spirit, who allots to each one individually just as the Spirit chooses.

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[i] Parker Palmer, Let Your Life Speak: Listening for the Voice of Vocation, [San Francisco: Jossey-Bass, 2000], p. 49.

[ii] Gerard Manley Hopkins, “As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame,” 1918, http://www.bartleby.com/122/34.html.

Water-Born and Touched With Fire

We’ve been here before with John the Baptist. Right before Christmas, you’ll remember, we were listening to the opening verses of the same gospel passage we have for today. People were coming out into the desert. John was baptizing them in the Jordan River, challenging them to change their behavior so that they could be ready for God’s new thing. And when the people started to wonder if John was maybe more than a prophet, maybe more than a forerunner, maybe a Messiah, John confronted them.

“I baptize you with water, but someone more powerful than I is on the way. I’m not even worthy to untie his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire.”

John’s day was passing. The next thing we hear about him is that King Herod had locked him away in prison because John had rebuked Herod over taking his brother’s wife as his own. Soon Herod would have his head. But Jesus’ day was coming.

John baptized with water for the forgiveness of sins. “Jesus,” he said, “will baptize with the Holy Spirit and with fire. His winnowing fork is in his hand to clear the threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his granary, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.” Those images don’t mean much to most of us – winnowing forks, threshing floors, chaff – but they would have been very familiar to the people John was talking to. They would even have been familiar to most Americans growing up in the 19^th century.

The Frontier Culture Museum in Staunton has a recreated American farm from the early 1800s and the barn there has large forks that were used for gathering wheat and a big floor with doors at both ends that can be opened to allow the wind to come through. It’s a threshing floor that would have been recognizable even to farmers in Jesus’ day. Threshing involves separating the edible grain from the inedible husk surrounding it – the chaff. In the 19^th century this often meant letting cattle tromp on it or beating it with a flail. Then the winnowing fork would be used to toss the grain and chaff into the air. If there was a good wind blowing through the grain would fall back to the ground, but the chaff would be blown away.

So it’s kind of a violent image that John is using. There’s beating and burning going on. But notice that it’s not like there’s good grain that’s being kept and bad grain that’s being burned. All the grain is going through this process so that what is good and essential is kept and what is not helpful or useful is gotten rid of.

This is what being baptized by the Holy Spirit and fire is about. It is about more than just forgiveness – it is about transformation and change. It is about giving ourselves over to God’s threshing so that what is good and essential about us can be separated out from the things that are not helpful or useful – the sin that clings to us.

To use Wesleyan terms, it is the difference between justifying grace – the grace that brings us into relationship with Christ and joins us to the salvation that Jesus has won for us through the cross – and sanctifying grace that helps us to grow in holiness – throwing off the habits and paths that turn us away from God and taking on the new practices that transform us into the likeness of Christ. That is a process that is a whole lot like going through the fire because we are very attached to our chaff. Sometimes it looks like grain to us.

C.S. Lewis has a dramatic image of this in his book, The Great Divorce. In the book he is imagining a bus journey taken by a number of people who live in a grey town that is meant to be hell or a kind of purgatory to heaven. Once they arrive there they are each given the opportunity to change so that they can be suited for this new environment – this new place which seems so much more solid and real to them than the place they have come from. More solid even than they are themselves.

One of the bus riders coming up to hill country outside heaven is a ghost of a man with a red lizard on his shoulder. He knows that the lizard is killing him. It sits there and whispers all kinds of destructive things in his ear. A flaming spirit comes to the man and volunteers to remove the lizard which is somehow fused to his shoulder.

The lizard resists. It says to the man – “It will kill us both. This spirit is really trying to harm you. You won’t be able to get along without me. You need me.”

The man asks if maybe the spirit can silence it without killing it and the angel says that the lizard must die. Finally the man gives his consent and the angel pulls the lizard off his shoulder, crushes it and throws it to the ground. It is apparently dead but then it rises up and becomes transformed into a glorious white stallion that the man, who is now no longer a ghost, mounts and rides off into the high country that is heaven.[i]

How many of us live with the idea that the things that our red lizards tell us are essential and can’t be done without? Laura T. Elliot, who is a writer, calls these voices “the Bluetooth monster,” because they sit there in our ears like a Bluetooth headset for a cell phone and they tell us we can’t be what God made us to be. For her, as she struggles to be a writer, the Bluetooth monster says things like:

“’You’re no good…You can’t do this. Who are you to swim in the same current with people like them?’ His forked tongue flicks against my earlobe, like a pointing finger, and before me are the ghosts of so many people I admire. I’ve lopped the head off of this monster before but like the Hydra, there’s always more to replace it. At moments like this, I find myself retreating—from people, from life, from writing.”[ii]

If we have been water born and touched with fire than we can’t retreat from life. We have to embrace it, engage it, believe that there is something more at stake in this world than just our standing in it. We have to go through the winnowing process that takes away the stuff that stands in the way of our living out the gospel. And then we are free to be radical people, setting the world on fire so that everyone can see – whatever their situation, whatever their Bluetooth monsters – that there is a different way to live in this world. There is another way. There is the Way. That’s what Christians were called in the early days – followers of the Way.

The Christian activist Shane Claiborne tells the great story about his grandfather who lived in East Tennessee and about the time he got himself a new truck and trailer. It was hay-baling time so he got his brother and the two of them went out and loaded up the trailer with as much hay as they possible could – just to test out how much load this new trailer could handle.

They were riding down the road feeling very proud of what this new vehicle could handle when something bad happened. Some of the hay was rubbing up against a tire and it caught fire. Then that hay bale caught another bale on fire and pretty soon they had a conflagration in the trailer. It looked like a comet, Shane says.

But the two men in the front didn’t notice. Grandpa and his brother were just talking away. People were waving hysterically at them from the side of the road and they were just smiling and waving back the way that you do in rural places.

Then finally, Grandpa looked in his rearview mirror and there was the back of his new truck all ablaze. He pulled over to the side of the road, but that caused a new problem – with the truck stopped the flames came forward and were burning up the actual truck. His brother started clearing out the truck, thinking it was going to be a total loss, but Grandpa said, “Hop back in. I got an idea.”

So they got back in and Grandpa took off at 90 miles an hour, tearing down the road and as he did he started swerving left and right so that the flaming hay bales would start falling off the side of the trailer. It worked in getting rid of the problem, but it caused another problem. Grandpa was starting fires in people’s fields all along the way. Fire trucks started following them putting out fires all down the road and finally putting out the truck. When Grandpa got out of jail he said, “Shane, we set half of East Tennessee on fire.”

Claiborne uses that story to ask, “What if the kingdom of God looks like that?” “Christians blaze through this dark world and set it on fire with their love. We are people who shine, who burn up the darkness of this old world with the Light that dwells within us. Maybe when we’re dead and gone, people will look around and ask, ‘What in the world passed through here?’”[iii]

What if the kingdom of God looks like that? What if our baptisms are an entry into a life that is all about changing the world? Taking sinners and offering them new life. Isn’t that what happened to us? Is still happening to us? Making sure that every child has a home and a place where they are loved. Challenging the death-dealing ways of a society that glorifies cynicism and that says the greatest thing we can aspire to be is consumers. Confronting powers that believe that torture is an acceptable way to be human. Confronting ideologies and corrupted religions that believe that strapping on a bomb or taking explosives on a plane and dealing out death is a way of bringing God glory.

Who can do that? Who must do that? Every Christian who has followed Jesus into the waters of baptism and who has claimed for herself or himself the freedom and power to be what God made her or him to be. Who must do that? You must do that. Because you are more than a slave to the Bluetooth monster whispering in your ear. You are a child of God. And the words spoken over Jesus as he emerged from the water of his baptism were spoken over you as well. “You are my child, my beloved; with you I am well pleased.” Thanks be to God.

Luke 3:15-22 [NRSV]

As the people were filled with expectation, and all were questioning in their hearts concerning John, whether he might be the Messiah, John answered all of them by saying, "I baptize you with water; but one who is more powerful than I is coming; I am not worthy to untie the thong of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. His winnowing fork is in his hand, to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his granary; but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire." So, with many other exhortations, he proclaimed the good news to the people.

But Herod the ruler, who had been rebuked by him because of Herodias, his brother's wife, and because of all the evil things that Herod had done, added to them all by shutting up John in prison.

Now when all the people were baptized, and when Jesus also had been baptized and was praying, the heaven was opened, and the Holy Spirit descended upon him in bodily form like a dove. And a voice came from heaven, "You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased."

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[i] C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce, excerpt located in http://www.onthewing.org/user/CSL_Little%20Red%20Lizard%20-%20CS%20Lewis.pdf.

[ii] L.T. Elliot, “The Bluetooth Monster,” from the blog “Dreams of Quill and Ink,” 18 Dec 2009, http://lexiconluvr.blogspot.com/2009/12/bluetooth-monster.html.

[iii] Shane Claiborne & Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove, Becoming the Answer to Our Prayers: Prayer for Ordinary Radicals, [Downers Grove, IL:IVP Books, 2008], p. 116.

No Accidental Monarch

There’s a lot we don’t know about the visitors from the East who came to see the baby Jesus. We call them kings, but they weren’t. Matthew is the only one of the gospels that tells us about them and he says they were magi – ancient astrologers who studied the skies. But we still sing “We Three Kings.”

We say that there were three of them, but we don’t know how many there were. We assume three because they brought three gifts and it would be rather awkward if some came with gifts and some without. We don’t know what faith they held but they weren’t Jewish. We don’t even know if they were men, and the fact they stopped to ask directions on the way to see Jesus makes me suspect even that. Men have trouble doing that. But they were wise, so maybe they were men.

At any rate this is the Sunday when we remember these Multiple Wise People who come from afar to bring their strange gifts as they worship a newborn child they call king. Traditionally January 6 is Epiphany on the Christian calendar and that is the day Christians in many parts of the world celebrate as Three Kings Day. I think this must be a little mystifying to people who did not grow up in strong Christian households. I ran across a blog post this week in which someone wrote that they had been told that the reason Christians give gifts at Christmas was not because of Santa Claus but because of the wise men who brought gifts to Jesus. But the writer couldn’t understand why they would have brought gold, myrrh and Frankenstein!

Christmas is meant to mess with our heads, though. It’s supposed to turn our ideas of how the world works upside-down. For a world that thinks God doesn’t care – God says, “This is how much I love you.” For a world that thinks God has abandoned the world – God says, “Here I am.” For those who think they know where to find God and what it will look like when God comes into the world – God says, “I am coming to the place you don’t expect.” For those that think there is no mystery, no transcendence, no wonder, nothing miraculous left in this world – God comes with angels and visitors with frankincense to say, “Keep your eyes open and you will see heaven on earth.”

And for those who think they understand what a king is supposed to be like, God says, “Look again.”

So tell me what you think of when you think about kings? Maybe you think about crowns and palaces. Maybe you think about flowing robes and absolute power. Maybe you think of Mel Brooks, who gave us the phrase “It’s good to be the king,” when he was playing King Louis XVI as a guy who could do anything he wanted just because he was the king.

That’s how we think of kings but it hasn’t always been this way. In fact, kings were supposed to be very different. In the Disciple Bible Study we have been moving through the Old Testament and one of the big storylines in that section of the Bible is how God’s people came to have a king and what a mixed blessing that was.

Early on the prophet Samuel warned the people that it was not going to be pretty. “A king,” Samuel says, “will take your sons and send them off to war and do his work. A king will take your daughters to work in the palace. A king will take your fields and your vineyards and your olive orchards. He will take your servants and your cattle. He will take your flocks and make you into slaves. And in that day you will cry out because of your king, whom you have chosen for yourselves” [1 Samuel 8:11-18]. But the people insisted that they needed a king so that they could be like the nations around them.

The problem was that Israel was not supposed to be like the other nations. Israel was supposed to be different. God was supposed to be the ruler of Israel.

So the king would have to have a special role. Our psalm for the day, Psalm 72, tells us what Israel’s king was supposed to do. He was not on the throne for his own power or his own self-aggrandizement. He was there to “defend the cause of the poor of the people, give deliverance to the needy, and crush the oppressor.” The king was supposed to “deliver the needy when they call, the poor and those who have no helper.” Other nations would come to bow down before the king but not because he was great in his own right. They would bow down because this ruler was acting in this world as God would – looking out for those who had no defender and bringing down those who would take advantage of the weak.

That’s just how Mary saw what God was doing in sending her a son. When she sang the song that came down to us as the Magnificat she used exactly these images. Do you remember what she sang? “God has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; God has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty” [Luke 1:52-53].

But Israel’s kings seldom lived up to this ideal. In the end Samuel’s warnings were right. The kings did take advantage of the people they were supposed to serve. They did take the children of the people and use them for their own ends. They did get intoxicated with their own power and wealth. Even the greatest of the kings, David, had episodes of massive failure.

Do you remember the movie The Lion King? There is a moment when Nala, a young lioness, discovers Simba, the lion who is meant to be the king of the pride. Simba has gone off to live with a meerkat and a warthog after the death of his father because he feels like he was responsible for the death, even though his evil uncle Scar had orchestrated the whole murder.

Simba has grown to like this new life, though. Do you remember the song they sang while they were together? Hakuna Matata – no worries. That’s what Simba wanted – a life with no worries.

Nala tries to convince him to come home. “You have a responsibility,” she says. “You’re our only hope.” Being king means giving yourself on behalf of the people. Eventually Simba accepts that on his own and goes back to become the king he was supposed to be.

Martin Luther, the great leader in the Protestant Reformation, wrote a very famous treatise once called “The Freedom of a Christian.” In it he said that every Christian was a king, “the most free lord of all, subject to none.” By that he meant that Jesus opened the door for every one of us to have access to life and liberty. “One thing, and one alone, is necessary for life, justification, and Christian liberty; and that is the most holy word of God, the Gospel of Christ.”[i]

So here is the twist of the day in all this talk of kings. The wise men may not be kings. We may not think of ourselves as kings. But because of that baby in the manger who really was a king – we also can be kings! We can be kings. I may live in a shack on the Eastern Shore of Virginia, but in Jesus Christ, I am a king. I may be working for the worst boss in the world, but in Jesus Christ, I am a king. I may be from the wrong family, the wrong side of the tracks, with the wrong haircut and with the wrong teeth, but in Jesus Christ…I am a king.

It is good to be the king. It’s what Jesus wants for all of us. But Luther goes on to say that while all Christians are kings, lord of all and servant to none, they are also servants of all and subject to everyone. What does this mean? While our freedom is in the spiritual realm, our work in this world is in the role of servants. We need to train our bodies and our minds to become servants of the Word and we need to learn to love our neighbors by serving them. This is the model Jesus shows us in his life of service on behalf of others.

I have met a few of these servant kings over the years – people who understand that with all the freedom and possibility they have, there is no greater choice to be made than to place that freedom in service to God and God’s people. I think of the people who have given so much to this community through their charitable giving and the ways their gifts are being used to improve our hospital, our community college, our social ministries, our land. I think of the people who stopped by the Salvation Army kettle when we were ringing the bells on Christmas Eve and who gave so generously even if they didn’t have much to give.

I think of Margarita – the woman in charge of an orphanage in the south of Mexico that I met on a mission trip. She and her two teenage children were responsible for 40 children. Some weeks she didn’t have enough money to get them milk so she would water down what she had to make it through the week. Sometimes there were only beans and tortillas. But there was always love. Margarita had a ton of love to give. And Margarita was a king. Maybe a queen. It’s good to be the king.

It was no accident that Jesus came in the way that he did. He came to be a king and to be a different kind of king. He came so that you and I could be kings and queens as well. And if we use our freedom and power the way that Jesus did, the world cannot help but be changed. Because Jesus is changing the world. And like those Multiple Wise Persons, the world will come to see a light in the stable at Bethlehem.

Thanks be to God.

Psalm 72:1-14 (NRSV)

Give the king your justice, O God, and your righteousness to a king's son. May he judge your people with righteousness, and your poor with justice. May the mountains yield prosperity for the people, and the hills, in righteousness. May he defend the cause of the poor of the people, give deliverance to the needy, and crush the oppressor. May he live while the sun endures, and as long as the moon, throughout all generations. May he be like rain that falls on the mown grass, like showers that water the earth. In his days may righteousness flourish and peace abound, until the moon is no more. May he have dominion from sea to sea, and from the River to the ends of the earth. May his foes bow down before him, and his enemies lick the dust. May the kings of Tarshish and of the isles render him tribute, may the kings of Sheba and Seba bring gifts. May all kings fall down before him, all nations give him service. For he delivers the needy when they call, the poor and those who have no helper. He has pity on the weak and the needy, and saves the lives of the needy. From oppression and violence he redeems their life; and precious is their blood in his sight.

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[i] Martin Luther, “The Freedom of a Christian,” http://www.wsu.edu:8001/~dee/REFORM/FREEDOM.HTM.