A visiting preacher at our church shared this story. This is a paraphrase of what he said, and the story is sticking with me.
Five hundred or more years ago, Martin Luther fell into a depression and discouragement. From what I understand, that was not all that unusual. He noticed one morning that his wife was wearing black. “Who died?” he asked.
“God,” his wife replied.
“God isn’t dead!” he exclaimed.
“Well you’re acting like He is,” came his wife’s humble answer.
From Psalm 46: “God is our refuge and strength …. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea ….The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.” Which makes me think of the great hymn he wrote, “A mighty fortress is our God …”