The haughty person
List of characters
Narrator
Knauss
Carriage driver
Johann
Friar
Peter Lee Knauss
Audio Book Sound EFX script – chapter 1
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For generations to come, a family tale passed down from storyteller to storyteller.
Chapter one, The haughty person – 1500s Hassan Germania
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The sparks quickly rose and snapped above the head of the last night watchman as he stirred the fire while the dawn announced a new day. This alarmed some of the people who were sleeping on the ground nearby, but the guard quickly assured them that he was still there on watch. The man had stood alone against the dark all night, protecting not only his family, but his tribe and his community as well, armed with only the fire.
His tribe had given him the name of Knauss (ka-now-ss), which means “the haughty person,” (Birth – Dudelsheim, Germany to Death – Hessen, Germany unknown dates, 9th great-grandfather.)
His people were known as the Chatti, which means anger or hate, so they became known as the haters or the angry. During the early years of the 16th century, the tribe had been involved in an anti-Roman and anti-Papal movement that eventually led to the “Lutheran Revolt,” which erupted in the German lands of the Holy Roman Empire.
This involved both the upper and lower classes including all the Chatti tribes. The followers came to be known as Protestant because of their “protest against the Church.” This was the beginning of the religious movement known as the “Reformation.” The Chatti had revolted against their oppressors, and thus earned their name.
Centuries later, after having first met them, the English bestowed an Old English (Anglo-Saxon) expression on these people: they called them the Hatar, meaning “people of destruction.” The Chatti men, or the Hessi, lived on the edges of the forest. Later, they became known as the Hessians.
Despite their tribal reputation, they were a people of peace and quiet, unassuming, but conscientious in their line of toil. Nearly all of them tilled the soil, but some followed other manual pursuits, for instance, most of the younger men did the hunting and fishing.
They cared little about social advancement but were content with clearing land to farm. However, to survive in these times, every man, woman and child had to be a jack-of-all-trades. Everyone worked in the fields and gathered wild foods like nuts, berries and edible root plants, and this took up most of their time during the daylight hours, but many activities also took place around a fire at night, like mending clothes and fixing tools, while they told each other stories.
Knauss had demonstrated to the tribe that he was very skilled in self-preservation. He always seemed to be at the front leading the community when it was time to make a move, either for safety from the weather and the elements, or to seek protection from the local lords and their influence over their enemies. So many different men of power tried to express control over the command man that it was next to impossible for anyone to know who you could trust or count on. Knauss displayed an instinct about survival, and especially a great awareness of his surroundings.
But Knauss is mostly remembered for his stories at the evening campfire, where his true talents blossomed in the light of the late-night flames. The warmth of the fire and the life he breathed into his heroic stories of their past captivated the tribe night after night, creating a sense of security, a feeling of fellowship and a connection with their history.
There were many stories about bravery and courage. The poems and songs told how they promoted their heroic men to power, and how they obeyed those whom they had promoted. The men kept in their ranks, but always took advantage of their opportunities.
The Chatti tribe was strengthened through the stories Knauss told that linked the present with their past and future. It was a nurturing act, connecting both the listener and storyteller. The tribe bestowed great veneration upon Knauss for his ability to tell a good tale. Knauss knew all the current tales and he was able to compose verses at a moment’s notice.
It was easy for Knauss’ young son, Peter Lee Knauss (1546 to 1602, 8th great grand-father), to remember the stories that his father had told by the campfire about the Chatti men and their tribe. Knauss also played many instruments, including the dulcimer, harp and lute, and he always had in his pocket a handmade flute that he played while walking. Peter also had one and they often played together.
The stories taught the younger men how to be leaders and always check their impulses. Fortune was regarded as doubtful, but valor as unfailing. They were encouraged to gradually push out during the day and entrench themselves by night.
Knauss told the story about Krampus, the “half-goat, half-demon,” who during the Christmas season, punished children who had misbehaved. This was the opposite character of Saint Nicholas who rewarded the well-behaved children with gifts.
Peter had a favorite story he liked to hear, and he often requested it. It was one of the earliest German folktales, the story of Hildebrand and Hadubrand, two warriors that met and prepared for combat. Knauss always began “The Song of Hildebrand,” like this as he sang:
Knauss
“I heard tell
That two warriors, Hildebrand and Hadubrand,
Met in single combat, between two armies.
The warriors, father and son,
Prepared their armor,
Made ready their battle garments,
Girded on their swords over their ring mail
When they rode to battle.”
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Knauss went on to tell a story about the tragic encounter in battle between a father and son who failed to recognize each other.
Knauss
“The two warriors met on a battlefield,
And they were the champions of their two armies.”
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He stood tall and walked slowly around the backs of his listeners around the fire-circle as he kept on speaking.
Knauss
“Now the older man, Hildebrand,
Asked for the identity of his opponent
And where did he come from.”
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Knauss revealed that Hadubrand did not know his father, and because Hildebrand had fled eastward leaving behind a wife and small child, Hadubrand believed his father to be dead.
Knauss acted out each character’s part and continued,
Knauss
“Hildebrand told him that he would never fight
Such a close kinsman and offered him gold arm-rings
That he had received as a gift from the Lord of the Huns.”
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Everyone in the tribe recognized this as a reference to Attila the Hun. Knauss whispered when he told the listeners,
Knauss
“This was Hildebrand’s way of trying to show
That he was his father.”
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Knauss became quite angry as he said,
Knauss
“Hadubrand rejected the arm-ring
And accused Hildebrand of trying to trick him.
He told him once again that his father was dead.”
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Knauss took a little pause before he continued,
Knauss
“Hildebrand told Hadubrand that his good armor
Showed he had never been in combat,
But Hadubrand accepted his fate,
Feeling that it would be cowardly to refuse battle.
Hadubrand challenged Hildebrand to win his armor.”
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Knauss said,
Knauss
“Hildebrand’s shield bore paintings
Of the warriors he had killed in battle.”
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Jumping around, Knauss fought an imaginary war with himself, playing both sides.
Knauss
“The two warriors threw spears at each other.
Then they closed in for combat
And fought until their shields were destroyed.”
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Now at this point, Knauss would take the storyline in different directions. The listeners were always ready to hear which way he would take it this time. Each time Peter heard his father tell this story the ending was different.
Sometimes, he would not finish the story at all and leave the listener hanging on until the next night for his ending to the tale. The flexibility of oral storytelling allowed Knauss to mold the tale according to the needs of the audience, and he took full advantage of this each time he told it.
Sometimes Knauss would end the story abruptly by saying,
Knauss
“Then Hildebrand had no choice
But to kill his son after the dishonorable act
Of standing against him in battle.
This was an act of treachery.”
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Or he might have a different ending like,
Knauss
“Hildebrand spared his son’s life
And took him in his arms.”
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Knauss made the point,
Knauss
“How could a father and son
Fail to know each other when they meet?”
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He took a long look at everyone right in the eye and told them,
Knauss
“Families have to stay close-knit,
Like a fine woolen blanket that holds together,
Even when treated roughly.”
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Knauss was a huge man of the tribe, but he became a little child, full of laughter around the children. His personality added to the characters in the story. He enhanced each tale with the addition of anything he could pick up and use as a visual tool for a specific action.
His listeners were physically close together, often seated in a circle, while he was telling the story. The people became not only psychically close, but they developed a connection to each other through this communal tradition.
His listeners experienced the creative process taking place in their presence. They felt like part of that creative process, and Knauss held a personal bond with all of them. Each time Knauss told these stories he was passing on the oral history that reminded the tribe who they were. He knew some young person listening to him would pick up the torch when he was ready to pass it on and become the next generation’s voice from the past.
Oral storytelling has been around as long as human language. It originated from simple chants that people sang as they worked at daily tasks like grinding corn or sharpening tools. Storytellers combined stories, poetry, music and dance to entertain their listeners.
Traveling storytellers were called troubadours or minstrels, and they would learn various regions’ stories, while also gathering news to bring back to their own villages. Their stories told the history of a culture that was handed down from generation to generation. They became historians for their communities, and the exchanging of stories was the way that news spread across the land.
The storytellers created myths to explain what they saw happening in nature, and they assigned superhuman qualities to ordinary people, creating the first superheroes.
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Early one morning, as fog covered the valley floor, Knauss stepped out of the lush green hills of Hassan, Germania, with Peter, and cautiously surveyed the countryside below. The mist began to disperse with the hint of a light breeze, while the birds were announcing their presence in the treetops. They could hear the scampering of small animals all around them, as the forest came alive.
He paused for a moment, then went down on one knee and put his arm around his young son saying to him,
Knauss
“Every day brings us new and unknown opportunities and dangers. You have to be able to recognize which one you are dealing with at any moment, my son.”
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Knauss leaned his ear toward the birds above their heads and listened,
Knauss
“They are announcing to the rest of the forest that it is safe for them to start their day.”
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He said,
Knauss
“all the life in the forest live and die for the betterment of all, and that is the same foundation for the success of our tribe.”
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He was very uneasy about entering this valley, which he had intentionally avoided many times before. This luscious green valley held a dark truth known to everyone who traveled through there. For this valley was a mass Roman cemetery: all that was left of three legions of Roman soldiers that were destroyed by the Germanic tribes several years earlier.
The disaster was a tremendous blow to Rome’s plans for expansion into Germania: something from which they never entirely recovered. The Roman’s stay was short-lived. They were massacred by General Germanicus at the start of his invasion of northern Germany and an area of 50 miles of Roman territory was laid waste. Much of this land was later occupied by the Chatti and their Hessian descendants like Knauss and Peter.
The grave site was so massive that people were continuously digging through the ruins to find bits of metal which could be used for tools. Doing so, they would uncover the gruesome ways that the men had died. Some of the bodies had been so well preserved that even the leather sandals that they wore could be admired as a more advanced form of footwear than the Germans were currently wearing on their feet.
It was not only the large Roman ruins in stone that were left as a reminder that a greater civilization had come before them, but the graves of their past were very present in the fields from which they cultivated a meager living. Having no other choice than to use land that was already cleared, these early farmers were the first untrained archaeologists to document and pass on what had happened in their homeland.
To the tribe, Knauss’s son was known as Peter Lee, because of the lesions left on his face after having survived the smallpox epidemic that had passed through his village. Peter Lee’s mother had died in childbirth. She had been infected with smallpox, which she had passed on to Peter Lee. So, unfortunately, Peter Lee carried on his face the reminder of his mother’s infection and what had probably helped contribute to her death.
Peter Lee admired and took after his father who was the best fisherman in the tribe. He knew where all the dark deep water was in all the local streams. He knew the secret of only fishing upstream to catch the German Brown trout from the cold water. Peter Lee’s father had instilled in him the love of fishing, and the satisfaction of providing for his family.
Peter Lee’s father also told him the stories of Jesus and the fisherman. Knauss had seen the inside of the great local cathedrals and admired the frescoes on the walls. He understood the story of Jesus dividing the fishes and the loaves between the people. The idea of a free meal was almost beyond people’s concept at that time.
Peter Lee’s father was very concerned with being able to earn money to give to the church for the,
Knauss
“Jubilee Indulgence, to help get Peter Lee’s mother out of purgatory.”
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Peter Lee’s family had been taught by the church that his mother was a sinner and that was why she had contracted the disease of smallpox. She could only be saved if someone paid her way out.
The sale of indulgences was an abuse that had crept into the Catholic Church during the late 15th century and was a spark of the Lutheran Revolt. It was first intended to defray the cost of the Crusades, but later was used to replenish the Papal treasury. This practice popularly epitomized Church corruption. The notion of paying money to receive Church forgiveness did not strike the average person as wrong. This “Jubilee Indulgence,” to redeem a dead loved one, had the Pope’s authorization and financed the construction of St. Peter Lee’s Cathedral in Rome, known as the Vatican. Knauss kept a hand bill that was printed by the Church that had passed among the people, he read from it in German to Peter,
Knauss
“In the authority of all the saints, and in compassion towards you, I absolve you from all sins and misdeeds, and remit all punishment for ten days.”
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Because the Archbishop of Mainz (a town in Germany not far from where Peter Lee and Knauss resided) had large debts, the Church decided to sell the Jubilee Indulgence in his area. The proceeds were to be split between the Archbishop and the bank to whom he owed money, and the Pope himself. To make matters worse, the Dominican friar launched an advertising campaign that included a slogan. Knauss sang this little rhyme to Peter many times that was taught to the people by the Church.
Knauss
“As soon as coin in coffer rings, the soul from Purgatory springs.” This little rhyme is what Knauss had heard all his life.
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There was a road that led down the hill winding through the valley, but it was not always safe to travel on this path. It was well-known that travelers could be waylaid by someone jumping out at them from behind a tree as their backs were turned to them, providing little defense. It was not uncommon to see an old corpse from one of these attacks, left behind alongside the road, as one traveled through this land.
Knauss now figured that it was late enough in the day that it may be a little safer venturing down the path that led into the valley below. But it wasn’t long before he and Peter Lee could hear the clatter of approaching hooves and the rattle and squeak of wagon wheels. They knew who was coming. There was only one group of people that had this form of transportation, the wealthy elite. Maybe somebody from the clergy, or even royalty, about to pass by. Quickly, he encouraged Peter Lee to step back into the brush until the travelers had passed.
As the coach bounded down the trail, the peace and quiet of the forest was interrupted. It was as if all present were attentive to the new arrivals in the forest. The coach became visible coming through the brush.
A powerful and magnificent steed was doing his best to keep up with the crack of the whip by the driver. Dust rolled out from underneath the spinning wheels and trailed behind the carriage like puffs of smoke. The coach was open at the top and you could see that behind the driver were seated three passengers, all of whom seemed to be enjoying the very bumpy and dusty ride. It was the passengers who were encouraging the driver to go faster.
As they approached, both Peter Lee and Knauss could identify that one of the passengers was a Friar, dressed in a long robe that was tied at the waist with a cord. He was basically a travelling preacher who worked for the Church. They were very poor and lived a simple and humble life. Friars were sent on important religious missions. He wore beads around his neck, with a small cross that bounced up and down with the rhythm of the bumps in the road. He was laughing with great excitement and his jolliness was contagious. The two men watching from the bushes shared a giggle between them. A man and a lady sat in the carriage with their back towards the driver, and their faces only came into view after they had passed.
They both could tell by the passengers’ clean faces and clothing that they were successful in life. The lady was humbly dressed, but her clothing was all clean. Peter Lee and Knauss could see that her hair had been combed and styled: pinned-up in some way. She was not dressed like the women in Peter Lee’s tribe, yet it was not the clothing that brought her to his attention: it was how clean the two of them were.
As the coach passed, the man by happenstance looked directly into the bushes and saw Peter Lee’s eyes gazing back at him. Immediately he cried to the driver,
Carriage driver
“Whoa! Stop here, my good man.”
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The driver pulled back on the reins and the coach slid to a stop, just before crossing the Roman stone bridge that arched over the stream.
The man calmly stepped out of the coach and tried to encourage the two men to come forth unto him. By this time the lady and the Friar had also exited the coach and were equally encouraging them to join their company. The normal and safe thing to do would be to avoid any contact with strangers, but found in the company of a Friar, Peter Lee and Knauss felt safe enough to approach them.
The man took a blanket from the carriage, spread it on the ground and invited the two of them to
Johann
“Come join us in “table fellowship.”
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The lady opened the basket and took out a loaf of bread, a bottle wine and a glass cup. Peter Lee’s eyes were fascinated with the cup; he had only seen cups and bowls made of wood or clay. You could see the lady’s hand and fingers right through this cup, and he was amazed. The lady took the bottle of wine and filled the cup, then set it beside the bread on the blanket.
The man introduced himself,
Johann
“Good day to you brothers, my name is Johann (yo-han): feel free to call me Hans, and this is my wife Elisabeth. I am the eldest of six children born to my father, Martin, and my mother, Katharina. We travel in the company of this good Friar.”
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He spoke how his father had died nine years earlier in 1546, the same year Peter Lee was born, and now he was carrying on his father’s work, by traveling preaching to the people.
Johann motioned once again for the men to join them. He encouraged them to feel safe,
Johann
“We mean you no harm, come join us in a communal meal.”
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As the table was being set Johann said,
Johann
“I was twenty years old when father died in 1546.”
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Johann told the two men he had a letter from him that he would like to share with them.
Neither Knauss nor Peter Lee could read. There were only a few signs or letters they could recognize, but they were always eager and ready to listen to anyone that could. Johann had their complete attention and he knew it, so he took advantage of this time to witness to them.
Johann pulled a letter from a pouch he kept in his shirt. It was a well-worn document that had obviously been pulled from that pouch and read many times before. Knauss and Peter Lee recognized that this letter was given great care as it was unfolded. Everyone became still and reverent waiting for Johann to read, he began,
Johann
“Grace and peace in Christ”!
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Johann skipped over the personal stuff in the letter and got right to a story that his father Martin had written about. Johann said that his father wrote him this,
Johann
“I know a pretty, lovely, pleasant garden, where many children go. They wear golden coats and gather nice apples, pears, cherries, and plums from under the trees. They sing, jump, and are merry. They also have pretty little horses with golden bridles and silver saddles. I asked the owner of the garden: ‘Whose children are these?’ He said: ‘These are the children who like to pray, study, and be pious.’”
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Then Martin said:
Johann
“My dear sir, I also have a son, his name is Johann. Might he not come into the garden, too, so that he might also eat such lovely apples and pears, ride such fine horses, and play with these children?”
Then the owner of the garden answered him: “If he likes to pray, study, and be pious, then he, too, may enter the garden.”
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Martin went on to tell his son in the letter that,
Johann
“All who come will also get whistles and drums, lutes, and all kinds of stringed instruments. They will also dance and shoot with small crossbows.”
Then the owner showed Martin a lovely lawn, all ready for dancing, where golden whistles and drums and fine silver crossbows hung. But it was still early, so the children hadn’t eaten yet.
Martin said to the owner, “Ah, dear sir, I must hurry off and write all this to my dear son Johann, so that he will be sure to study diligently, pray well, and be pious, so that he too may come into this garden.”
The owner said to him, “Yes, he may also enter this garden. Now, go and write him thus.”
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Johann did not have to look at the letter any longer, he knew from memory what was written in the text. His voice was soft and gentle as he spoke his father’s words,
Johann
“My dear son, make sure to study God’s word and pray. Witness to all that cross your path, so that they may study and pray, too. That way, all will get into the garden together. May you be herewith commended to God. Your dear father, Martinus Luther.”
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Johann respectfully re-folded and gently put the document back into the pouch and safely tucked it into his shirt.
Then Johann took the bread and broke it into pieces and shared it with all of them, including the driver of the coach. He said a small prayer,
Johann
“Our precious heavenly father, we know to be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing. I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God’s hands, that I still possess. I know whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is really your God. Now bless us this day. Amen.”
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Johann told them that the bread represented the breaking of Jesus’ body at the cross and His blood was shed in our behalf.
Johann
“He bore our sins and through His sacrifice we have complete redemption and total deliverance from the works of Satan.”
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Then again, after a small prayer, he took the cup and shared it amongst them, saying,
Johann
“This is my blood, do this in remembrance of me.”
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Peter Lee was not too sure about any meal that didn’t make him full, but he did understand the special meaning of what the man and lady had shared with them. He felt the holiness of the moment.
Johann finished saying,
Johann
“As new creations in Christ Jesus, we realize our freedom had been bought and paid for. We are forgiven of our sins. We are redeemed, and we give thanks for it all in the name of Jesus.”
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Knauss asked the question,
Knauss
“How can you have such faith in someone you cannot see.”
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Johann answered him saying,
Johann
“Faith is a living, daring confidence in God’s grace, so sure and certain that a man could stake his life on it a thousand times. I know not the way God leads me, but well do I know my guide.”
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He went on further to answer him,
Johann
“The Bible is alive: it speaks to me. It has feet and it runs after me. It has hands and it lays hold of me. For He is the man to whom it all applies, every bit of it. If you want to interpret it well and confidently, set Christ before you. Ask Him to open your eyes to see His will for you.”
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Then the Friar began to speak,
Friar
“To find Christ in such poverty, and what his swaddling clothes and manger signify, are explained this way: His poverty teaches how we should find him in our neighbors, the lowliest and the most needy; His swaddling clothes are the holy scriptures. Christ alone may stand before us.”
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He told them that Martin Luther, Johann’s father, was the leader of the Protestant Reformation. He taught that
Friar
“Salvation and, subsequently, eternal life are not earned by good deeds. But, he said, we received it only as a free gift of God’s grace through the believer’s faith in Jesus Christ as Redeemer from sin.”
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All this time Peter Lee was thinking to himself,
Peter Lee
“When you don’t know what to say just listen, and let somebody else do the talking,”
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So Peter Lee listened to these two men of God. The message they spoke about was a deep well of inspiration to Peter Lee. He was receiving the living water of the Gospel, his thirst was great, and his satisfaction was full. He now had a personal knowledge of the truth in Christ.
The Friar stood up and proclaimed,
Friar
“Luther’s theology challenged the authority and office of the Pope by teaching that the Bible is the only source of divinely revealed knowledge from God.”
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Then the Friar let them know he was not happy,
Friar
“The Church is not only responsible for what they say, but also for what they do not say. The truth has been kept from the common man. And I consider all the baptized Christians to be of a holy priesthood.”
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Joining the Friar, Johann rose to his feet and looked upward toward the sky. Watching the clouds roll by he described the Christian irony:
Johann
“A Christian man is the freest lord of all, and subject to none. A Christian man is the most dutiful servant of all, and subject to everyone.”
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The Friar went on to say,
Friar
“Those who identify with these, and all of Luther’s wider teachings, call themselves Lutherans. Luther humbly insisted on using the terms Christian or evangelical as the only acceptable names for individuals who profess Christ.”
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The Friar continued saying,
Friar
“We are the body of Christ. The church is not the building, but the people who built it.”
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This was the first time that Peter Lee or Knauss had ever heard the word “Christian.”
The Friar re-explained to them, and tried to reassure Knauss, that indulgences are not necessary.
Friar
“He has already paid the full price of salvation for all,” he told him.
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Even so, Peter Lee’s father was far more zealous for the tradition of his ancestors. That’s why Knauss continued to cling to his belief in indulgences.
Some of what the Friar told them was above his head, and only much later in life did Peter Lee understand the spiritual significance of that moment. Peter Lee was aware that these holy people were not as arrogant as some of the other clergy that he seen in the past. The man and woman were not afraid to give Peter Lee and his father a hug as they departed.