Chapter 1 Luther and the Fanatics If God be for us, who can be against us?
     -Romans 8:31
 Everyone knew how it was supposed to end. The One Holy Catholic      and Apostolic Church, headed on earth by the bishop of Rome, the      successor of St. Peter and vicar of Christ, had endured in Europe      for over a thousand years. Nothing survives that long by accident.      For Christians in the early sixteenth century who reflected on      that astonishing fact, the explanation was obvious. This was no      human institution. It was the visible Body of its founder, guided      by the Holy Spirit. It would outlast this fading world and the      carping of its critics, enduring forever to God's glory.
 Nowadays, we prefer more mundane explanations. Catholic      Christendom was flexible and creative, a walled garden with plenty      of scope for novelty and variety, and room to adapt to changing      political, social, and economic climates. But it also had      boundaries, marked and unmarked. Those who wandered too far would      be urged, and if necessary forced, to come back.
 So if a professor at a small German university questioned an      archbishop's fund-raising practices, there was a limited range of      possible outcomes. The archbishop might ignore it or quietly      concede the point. Or the professor might be induced to back down,      by one means or another. If none of this happened, the matter      would be contested on a bigger stage. Perhaps one party or the      other in the debate would persuade his opponent to agree with him.      Or, more likely, the process would be mired in procedure until the      protagonists gave up or died. But if it reached an impasse, the      troublesome professor would eventually be ordered to give way. In      the unlikely event that he refused, the only recourse was the law,      leading to the one outcome that nobody wanted: he could be      executed as an impenitent heretic, in a fire that would purge      Christendom of his errors and symbolize the hell to which he had      willfully condemned himself.
 This system had worked for centuries. But in 1517, when that      professor, Martin Luther, challenged Archbishop Albrecht of Mainz,      his challenge instead kindled a series of increasingly      uncontrollable wildfires that swept away many of the Catholic      Church's ancient structures and its walls. We call this firestorm      the Reformation and the new form, or forms, of Christianity that      emerged from it Protestantism.
 This was not what Luther had intended. When he voiced his local      protest, he was not trying to start a fire. He was working out the      implications of his own recent spiritual breakthrough and trying      to start an argument about it. It turned out that those      implications reached much further than either he or his opponents      initially imagined. Once the smoke began to clear, they were      forced to realize that they were in a new world.
 The Call of Reform
 With hindsight, we can see that Luther's fire caught because fuel      had been quietly building up for some time. The principal fuel was      desire for reform of the church.
 Churches always need reform. They are staffed by human beings,      some of whom will inevitably be fools, knaves, or merely      incompetents. The church of the later Middle Ages was no more      "corrupt" than usual, and in many ways much less so. Yet three      problems converged to make it appear worse than it was: money,      power, and high principle.
 The Western church was very rich. It had to be; it was responsible      for a continental network of parish priests, church buildings, and      monastic houses, supported by an international bureaucracy of      unparalleled sophistication, and these things do not come cheap.      It had to preserve its political independence in a dangerous      world, which meant choosing leaders of royal and noble stock.      These were men-and some women, the great abbesses-whose dignity      and effectiveness in their offices depended on maintaining the      high courtly style to which they had been born.
 Yet this was also an age that actively valued poverty, lauding it      as a positive virtue like no Christian society before or since.      The ideal late medieval cleric was a friar, who was forbidden even      to touch money and who was supposed not even to own the rough      clothes on his back. The contrast between that ideal and the      church's corporate wealth was disturbing. Surely all that money      must be corrupting? Once, as a rueful proverb had it, golden      priests had served from wooden chalices; now wooden priests served      from golden chalices. Every time the church extracted rents,      tithes, or other payments from its flock, it fed a resentment that      went beyond ordinary taxpayers' grumbles. And when there were real      or perceived financial abuses, the gap between high ideals and      sordid reality yawned dangerously wide. Martin Luther was a friar      as well as a professor. When a man in his position accused the      church of moneygrubbing, people were ready to listen.
 Then there was power. Back in the eleventh century, the popes had      wriggled free from political control and established a vigilantly      guarded independence. By the fifteenth century, they had quietly      dropped some of their more startling claims. In theory, they were      lords of Christendom, able to depose kings and demand universal      obedience, but they knew not to push their luck. They had never      really recovered from the ghastly schism of 1378-1417, when Europe      was split between first two and then three rival popes. The schism      was ended by a great reforming church council, which seemed to      promise an era of renewal-a hope that slowly evaporated over the      following decades, leaving a residue of bitterness. By 1500,      virtually all Western Christians acknowledged the papacy, but they      were not proud of it. Eye-popping tales were told about Pope      Alexander VI (1492-1503), Rodrigo Borgia, who in 1501 supposedly      held an orgy in the papal apartments for his son, to which he      invited fifty chosen prostitutes and select senior clerics. True      or not, it was widely believed.
 Inadequate leadership and financial corruption make a dangerous      mix. All the more so in the loose confederation of German, and      other, north-central European territories known misleadingly as      the Holy Roman Empire. The rivalry between popes and emperors was      ancient, and as the papal court became dominated almost      exclusively by Italians after the schism, it seemed increasingly      foreign north of the Alps. National stereotypes came into play.      Germans were, in their own minds, bluff, honest, easily duped, but      firm in the defense of the right. Italians, by contrast, were      scheming, malevolent, effeminate, avaricious, and cowardly. So      when a German friar accused Italians of extortion and tyranny,      German ears were ready to hear him.
 There was also a matter of principle at stake. As well as some      memorable popes, the Renaissance gave Western Christendom a      slogan: ad fontes, "to the sources," an urge to return to the      ancient, and therefore pure, founts of truth. By 1500, this      fashion for antiquity was sweeping into every field of knowledge.      Renaissance linguists tried to recover the glories of Cicero.      Renaissance generals tried, with dubious success, to remodel their      armies as Roman legions. The problem with the ancient world was      that it happened a long time ago, and reconstructing it involved      guesswork. But late medieval Europeans never doubted that it had      been a world of pristine perfection. They measured their own age      against that imagined ideal. Inevitably, it fell short. And so the      most devastating critiques of the late medieval church came not      from the discontented or marginalized but from within: from      powerful establishment figures who believed in an ideal church and      who would not hide their disappointment with the reality. They      wanted to renew the church, not destroy it.
 Leading these critics was the age's intellectual colossus, Erasmus      of Rotterdam, a brilliant, sharp-tongued, penny-pinching,      peripatetic monk who combined a deliberately simple piety, an acid      wit, and a finely judged sense of when and with whom to pick a      fight. The wit was displayed in his satire The Praise of Folly      (1509), which told his readers that almost every aspect of the      world they lived in was ridiculous. The piety and shrewdness were      seen in his pathbreaking 1516 Latin translation of the New      Testament from the original Greek. Its preface recommended that      the Bible be made available in all languages so that it could be      read even by those on the very extremes of Christian civilization:      the wild Scots, the Irish, even-he strained himself-women.      Characteristically, he wrote that dangerous preface in Latin. He      knew what he could get away with. He also knew that the content of      his New Testament mattered less than the fact of its existence. He      was offering the chance to use the Bible to judge the church.
 The church's old guard was duly provoked. Erasmus himself always      stayed on the right side of trouble, but others were less careful      and more vulnerable. The great cause clbre of early      sixteenth-century Germany was Johannes Reuchlin, a pioneer of      Christian Hebrew scholarship. Unfortunately, the only people who      could teach Christians Hebrew were Jews, and late medieval      Christians generally hated and despised Jews. Reuchlin, however,      both was openly friendly with certain Jews and acknowledged his      debt to Jewish biblical scholarship. Inevitably, he was denounced      for crypto-Judaism, which the church regarded as heresy. His      denouncer, with grim irony, was a Jewish convert to Christianity.      German Renaissance scholars rallied to his defense, viciously      mocking his opponents as self-serving obscurantists. For them,      this was a war between fearless, cutting-edge German scholarship      and corrupt, ignorant Italian power politics. The court case      dragged on until 1516, and even then it was merely suspended;      Reuchlin was never formally cleared. In the court of public      opinion, however, the new scholarship was triumphantly vindicated,      and the brethren sharpened their pens in readiness for the next      skirmish. Enter Martin Luther.
 An Accidental Revolutionary
 Martin Luther was the Reformation's indispensable firestarter.      Would there have been a Reformation if young Martin had followed      his father's wishes and become a lawyer? Who knows, but the      Reformation as it actually happened is unimaginable without him.
 Luther does not fit the stereotype of a great Christian      revolutionary. He never held high office, and he remained a      professor of theology at the University of Wittenberg to the end      of his life, squeezing his revolution in between his regular      lectures. He was not a man of heroic virtues. He was grouchy,      obstinate, and an unabashed sensualist, from his boisterous,      flirtatious, and deeply affectionate marriage to his      well-documented fondness for Saxon beer. In later life, he was      frankly fat, and for most of his life he struggled with      constipation. Fittingly enough, his religion was a matter less of      the mind than of the heart and the gut. Spiritually as well as      physically, he was larger than life. Even his flaws were outsized.      His piercing insights, his raw honesty, and the shattering      spiritual experiences that drove his life still leap off the page      five centuries later. They do so because they resonate with the      modern age, an age that he made.
 Luther was born in 1483 or 1484, the eldest son of a family that      was newly prosperous from copper mining. He became a monk in 1505,      against his father's wishes, and remembered those early years in      the monastery as a torment. He felt imprisoned in his own sin,      whose grip on him grew stronger the more he struggled against it.      Seemingly trivial sins tortured him. His exasperated confessor      told him to go and commit some real sins, but his superior, more      constructively, packed him off to the new university at Wittenberg      for further study in 1507. He drank in his studies. Over the      following dozen years, as he rose rapidly in both the monastic and      the academic hierarchies, he gradually came to understand the      Christian Gospel in a way that seemed to him completely new,      authentically ancient, and utterly life changing.
 Luther was not a systematic theologian, trading in logical      definitions or philosophical consistency. The systematizers who      followed in his wake picked out two key principles in his thought:      sola fide and sola scriptura, "faith alone" and "Scripture alone."      But this risks missing the point. Luther's theology was not a      doctrine; it was a love affair. Consuming love for God has been      part of Christian experience since the beginning, but Luther's      passion had a reckless extravagance that set it apart, and which      has echoed down Protestantism's history. He pursued his love for      God with blithe disregard for the bounds set by church and      tradition. It was an intense, desolating, intoxicating passion,      sparked by his life-upending glimpse of God's incomprehensible,      terrible, beautiful love for him. Like any lover, he found it      incredible that his beloved should love him, unworthy as he was.      And yet he discovered over the long years of prayer and study that      God loved him wildly, irresponsibly, and beyond all reason. God,      in Christ, had laid down his life for him. This was not, as the      medievals' subtle theology had taught, a transaction, or a process      by which believers had to do whatever was in their power to pursue      holiness. It was a sheer gift. All that mattered was accepting it.
 This went beyond anything Erasmus had imagined. Erasmus wanted to      free Christians from superstition, not to interfere with      Christianity's basic theological framework. Indeed, he thought      that too much attention to theology was a futile distraction from      the pursuit of holiness. He called Luther doctor hyperbolicus, the      "doctor of overstatement." But for Luther, it was impossible to      overstate God's grace. He too wanted a radically simplified      Christian life, but he wanted it because the flood of God's grace      had swept everything else away. All the structures that the      medieval church had provided for the Christian life, from pious      works through sacraments to the church itself, mediating between      sinners and their Savior-all of this was now so much clutter. Or      worse, a blasphemous attempt to buy and sell what God gives us for      free.
 This talk of grace and free forgiveness was dangerous. If grace is      free and all we need do is believe, surely that would lead to      moral anarchy? The fact that free forgiveness can look like a      license to sin has plagued Protestantism for centuries. But for      Luther, even to ask this question was blockheaded. What kind of      lover needs rules about how to love? What kind of lover has to be      bribed or threatened into loving? God loves us unreservedly. If we      recognize that love, we will love him unreservedly in return.
 Luther's breakthrough had a dazzling, corrosive simplicity to it.      The power of those twin principles, "faith alone" and "Scripture      alone," lay in the word "alone." There is nothing and no one else      other than God incarnate in Jesus Christ worth attending to. Being      a Christian means throwing yourself abjectly, unreservedly, on      Christ's mercy. Living a Christian life means living Christ's      life-that is, abandoning all security and worldly ambitions to      follow him "through penalties, deaths and hell." It is only then      that we may find peace. That ravishing paradox is at the heart of      Protestantism. It is a further paradox that such a profoundly      personal insight should have such an impact on the outside world.								
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