Unity through Repentance: The Journey to Wittenberg 2017
Chapter 12
“Seven Years From Today”
You’ve read Chapter 12, and you’re hungry for more? Don’t worry, we got you!
The 1st Trip to Wittenberg, Germany (2010)
A Trip 10 Years in the Making
I took some footage in Berlin as Julia and I prepared to catch the train to Wittenberg.
The Bible in Luther’s Pulpit
My first tendency was to return to the Stadtkirche, where the largest Lutheran service would be happening. And where the Bible waited, open to John 17, for the Reformation Day preacher. I wanted to see what would happen when the preacher ascended the pulpit to begin the sermon.
But I felt the Holy Spirit directing me differently.
We had seen a Catholic church as we had walked through town the day before. “What is it like to be a Catholic in Wittenberg?” I now wondered.
Interestingly, the name of the Catholic Church - St. Mary’s - was the same name as of the Lutheran City Church - Marienkirche. I suppose this was because when the Lutherans displaced the Catholics in the large central church, they kept the name of the church building, and the Catholics (were there some in Luther’s day, in Wittenberg?) kept the name of the parish.
So I attended the Roman Catholic mass that morning, instead of the more celebrated Lutheran service. I did so as an act of solidarity, as if to say to the Catholics in Wittenberg – “The eyes of the world may be on the act of Protest that originated here against you and your people, but my heart as a descendant of that Protest is to pray with you, stand beside you as a brother in Christ, and bless you in the name of our shared Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.”
My presence in the Catholic Church was seen by few and noted by none. These types of hidden acts of intercession would become one of the spiritual disciplines of the Wittenberg 2017 initiative over the next seven years.
Street Scenes & Tower Prayer
I also took time that day to enjoy the streets of Wittenberg, which were crowded with Reformation Day revelers, church youth groups, and people dressed up in period costumes for historical re-enactments.
At one point I discovered they had just opened up the stairs to the top of the Castle Church bell tower, which had been closed the previous day. I paid my euro, and climbed to the top to enjoy the view and pray.