For years I held an image in my head of Martin Luther boldly striding up to the door of the Wittenburg Cathedral on the eve of all saint’s day, black cape swirling behind him, music crescendoing in the background and nailing his theses to the door as a challenge that said, in effect, “Hey Pope! There’s a storm coming! I’m about to start a reformation!”
The truth, however, is that Luther was a mid level monk, in a fairly insignificant small city, who thoughtfully and prayerfully wrote down 95 ideas and then submitted them for open debate, as was the practice of the time. An unknown friend of Luther’s translated the theses, and using the brand new technology of a printing press, spread it throughout Europe.
I posted them here to illustrate that they are roughly the length of a blog post.
It took him years to write it.
I write several posts a week – most of the time.
Sometimes I get these ideas that what I’m doing here is important and that this platform gives me the ability to write 95 sentences and change the world.
I’m a mama with a blog, three cute kids.and an amazing husband.
I am not Martin Luther.