2 January 2024
When I am about to depart from this life, I support myself with this
consolation that I believe in God's Son. And yet I am buried; I am eaten by
worms; I am consumed by the most foul rottenness, as Job says (Job 17:14):
"I said to the rottenness, ‘You are my father,' and to the worms, ‘My
mother,' or ‘My sister.' " Here I do not discern God's plan, that although
I die and rot away, I must at some time be revived. But God has promised and
said (cf. John 14:19): "You will live, for I live, and you will live. I am
the Lord your God!" How? In eternal life and with a more beautiful and
brighter body than the body of the sun. At present I do not see or feel this,
but I believe it and suffer this very short delay. For this life has already
been prepared, and in the meantime the crown of the kingdom and glory is being
prepared "which the Lord will give me on that Day, the righteous
Judge," as Paul says (2 Tim. 4:8), "and not only to me, but also to
those who love His coming."
Martin Luther
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