God Wants Us To Pray, And He

To Preach Christ Is To Feed The Soul, To Justify It, To Set It Free, And To Save It, If It Believes The Preaching.

Our Faith Is An Astounding Thing-astounding That I Should Believe Him To Be The Son Of God Who Is Suspended On The Cross, Whom I Have Never Seen, With Whom I Have Never Become Acquainted.

When I Am Assailed With Heavy Tribulations, I Rush Out Among My Pigs Rather Than Remain Alone By Myself. The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away. So The Human Heart, Unless It Be Occupied With Some Employment, Leaves Space For The Devil, Who Wriggles Himself In And Brings With Him A Whole Host Of Evil Thoughts, Temptations, And Tribulations, Which Grind Out The Heart.

The First Thing I Ask Is That People Should Not Make Use Of My Name, And Should Not Call Themselves Lutherans But Christians. What Is Luther? The Teaching Is Not Mine. Nor Was I Crucified For Anyone...how Did I, Poor Stinking Bag Of Maggots That I Am, Come To The Point Where People Call The Children Of Christ By My Evil Name?

The Devil, Too, Sometimes Steals Human Children; It Is Not Infrequent For Him To Carry Away Infants Within The First Six Weeks After Birth, And To Substitute In Their Place Imps.