So I just saw on the Twizzler thingee this twerp from Christina Hoff Sommers:
Can you imaginate such a thing—from a university with “Lutheran” in its very name! What a lame and exotic man-hating word ghetto!
Among the many benefits of being a Lutheran (think universal objective justification, Christ-focused biblical exegesis, the simul that is the death of all self-righteousness, a rich liturgical tradition and hymnody, sacramental realism, etc. etc.), the incredible lexicon of verbal abuse left to us by our patron Martin Luther has to be in the top eight and a half!
I mean, who could make someone feel awful better than Marty Lou?
Now just think how Hanswurst felt? First of all, he had to go through life named Hanswurst. THE MAN HAS “WURST” AS PART OF HIS NAME.
Ow ow ow.
OK, that’s…enough. Little over the top.
But who the hell was this Hanswurst and what the heck did he ever do to Luther?
I do wonder what Herr Doktor would say to the word police over at Pacific Lutheran. Perhaps—
Oh that’s going to go over big.
So, yes, obviously, words can hurt. I remember this time this guy said this thing—AND IT REALLY HURT. So I said this thing back, and my thing was ten times more hurtful than his thing because it involved cheese and a junior senator from Minnesota.
In any event, you would think that a putatively Lutheran university would be more worried about how words should be used to kill.*
Therefore the function of the law is only to kill, yet in such a way that God may be able to make alive. Thus the law was not given merely for the sake of death, but because man is proud and supposes that he is wise, righteous, and holy, therefore it is necessary that he be humbled by the law, in order that this beast, the presumption of righteousness, may be killed, since man cannot live unless it is killed.
Thus for Luther, as for Paul, there is a preaching which is anything but saving, which works the opposite of justifying grace. Through the preaching of the law, people are made aware of the law’s power, which constantly accuses them, delivers them up to God’s wrath, to eternal judgement and death. This bitter counter truth of God’s alien work must be preached, otherwise we moralise our sin, placing it in the context of our enmity to God and God’s enmity to us. The deepest antithesis is not between our sin and God’s grace, but between God’s law and God’s grace. This antithesis, so offensive to moralists, requires revelation.
Thanks to the Lutheran Insulter for its thesaurus of awesome ickiness. And remember: first they came for the adjectives, and I said nothing, because I was a noun. Then they came for the adverbs, and I said nothing, because I was a noun. Then they came for me, and no one was able to say anything anymore, because all the words had been repurposed as emoticons.
*UPDATED September 19, 2016: This post is no longer available, as you can see, as the website that played host to it is dead. But you still get the gist.