A Pastor’s Wife Visits Christ Church, Erfurt
by Glenda Mumme

While in Germany we visited many churches. Some were Lutheran, some weren’t. Some were very ornate, some were not. The one thing all of them made me do when I walked inside was look up. The grandeur of the building, the soaring sides to the very high ceiling added to the sense of majesty and holiness of the space.
But the one church that, by far, was the most beautiful and precious to David and I was Christekirche in Erfurt. Not because of the way it looked, because it was the plainest, least ornate church of all we had seen, but because of what we received, which was more beautiful than anything we had seen.
Christekirche is a member of the SELK, the Independent Evangelical Lutheran Church, in Germany. SELK is our “sister synod,” in full fellowship with the LCMS.
Cousin Jonathan Mumme had spent a year as a vicar in Berlin. He gave Paul a church and pastor’s name to contact. Paul was able to email Pr. Schneider and ask if it would be okay for 50 Americans to come and worship with them on Sunday morning. Pr. Schneider was delighted to welcome us.

While in Eisenach the day before, we met another group. Pr. Gier, who knew Mark at the seminary, was leading 16 from his church on a Lutherland tour. When he found out where we would be worshipping on Sunday morning, he was able to work it out with his tour guide to join us. Therefore 76 Americans descended upon Christekirche on Sunday morning, Nov. 4, 2007.
We arrived early and had the opportunity to look around at the church and for Paul, Mark, David and Pr. Gier to visit with Pr. Schneider. The church was in need of repairs having been under the communist regime for many years. There were flyers in the narthex informing members of upcoming fundraisers to help with the repairs.
The outside and inside of the church were very plain compared to other churches we had visited and would visit in the coming days. No beautiful paintings or stain glass windows. No ornate crucifixes or pulpits. It was all very “plain” to the eye.
It was also chilly. Stone walls do that. Once all the Americans were settled in the pews and were given some hints as to what to expect, some of the German parishioners began to arrive.
Every one of them came to the vestry to announce to Pr. Schneider their intention of communing that morning. All smiled genuinely at us, welcoming us with their faces. At the beginning of the service, Pr. Schneider welcomed the congregation in German and then also in English.

We had their hymnal, similar in size to the new personal editions of LSB. David was able to follow along and point where we were so that he and I were able to try and pronounce the German liturgy and hymns.
All came forward to receive absolution with Pastor laying his hand on each parishioner announcing God’s grace, mercy and forgiveness. He said it in German for his parishioners and in English for us Americans. Notice there aren’t any railings, although there is a cushion to kneel upon. That was a bit tricky for some of our older members to get up and down without the aid of a rail.
The German parishioners sang and sang well. They didn’t need prompting for when to stand, kneel, or respond with an “Amen”. There weren’t ushers. When it was time for the absolution, everyone came forward to fill a “table.” It was the same for receiving the sacrament. Once a table was dismissed others came forward to fill the next.
Pr. Schneider preached in German. But he had translated his sermon into English. One of his parishioners stood to the side and after he preached in German for about a paragraph, he would look at her and she would read in English what he had just said. A couple of times he stopped and looked at her, she shook her head “no,” he continued. then when she spoke, it was only a few words. The look on her face made us think she was thinking that we would never believe that all those words he had just spoke in German were only a few in English.
I also loved how many of the chant lines were the same, especially the proper preface. When Pastor Schneider began chanting, I could sing along and know what he was saying. “It is truly, good right and sal-u-u-tar-r -y,…..”
After the service Pr. Schneider welcomed us and asked us to stay for refreshments and to visit with the members. Unfortunately we had to go. But we were so thankful to have been blessed to worship with the saints in Erfurt. Hopefully we will again one day on earth, but if not, we look forward to the day we will worship with them and the whole company of heaven for all eternity.
Why was this the most beautiful church in Germany? Why did it impress me more than the soaring spires, amazing detail, and incredible artwork of many other churches and cathedrals? Because here God came to me in His word preached and in His Body and Blood given and shed for the forgiveness of my sins. There isn’t anything more beautiful or precious than that!
Glenda is the wife of the Rev. David Mumme. She homeschools their five children who now are dreaming of the day they get to visit Germany.
By Nathan Fischer
Now, I’m not comparing Beowulf to Christ, I’m not saying Beowulf is a Christian. He certainly wasn’t. More than that, though, I think Beowulf is a very real person, and he exemplifies the way in which God works in our own lives. When we hold ourselves up with pride and arrogance, it is quite likely that God may allow us to be knocked into the mud and dirtied up a bit. Our Father will use our own sin and our transgressions to break us, so that we might turn to His Son, the one who sacrificed Himself for us. It is for our own good that we feel this guilt and pain – even though we cannot see it at the time.
Now, I’m not comparing Beowulf to Christ, I’m not saying Beowulf is a Christian. He certainly wasn’t. More than that, though, I think Beowulf is a very real person, and he exemplifies the way in which God works in our own lives. When we hold ourselves up with pride and arrogance, it is quite likely that God may allow us to be knocked into the mud and dirtied up a bit. Our Father will use our own sin and our transgressions to break us, so that we might turn to His Son, the one who sacrificed Himself for us. It is for our own good that we feel this guilt and pain – even though we cannot see it at the time.
Everyone loves browsing through the family photo album. “Ah, what memories!” we say as we take in the faces and the antics of the past. Grandmas and grandpas; aunts and uncles; children and pets; holidays and other festive times; even just good ol’, ordinary, day-to-day happenings around the house. But why look at the photo album? We like the trip down memory lane. We might be just curious about what sweater Grandma was wearing that day. But let me suggest a deeper reason. Why keep and look at the photo album? Because it gives us an anchor to our past. It reminds us who we are. It gives us a foundation for carrying on the family line and living the family life.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. What makes a saint? Being comforted in the midst of sorrow. Jesus does not preach against grieving. We all mourn—loss of loved ones, pain of family trials, stress on the job, confusion over the chaos of the times. Those who mourn are emptied of their own, self-made comfort. Instead, their comfort comes from the Lord Himself. They seek the Lord and He delivers them from their fears. Jesus blesses the mourners by comforting them with Himself.
And then there’s St. Bridget. She lived from 1303 to 1373. Did she know death and tragedy! Her mother died when she was young. She became a widow early in life. Two of her eight children died; the others had marital problems and extra-marital affairs. St. Bridget stands out not for how she avoided the trials, but for how she endured the pain and tragedy. She was known for her education and her devotion to Christ. She was made chief lady-in-waiting for the Swedish queen, Blanche. Bridget was able to influence the king’s policies for better human rights. Later she moved to Rome and taught Christian women in the ways of prayer and Christian charity. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. It was true for Bridget; it’s true for you.
A recent story in the news recounted the story of three University of Texas students who had gone spelunking-or cave exploring-and became lost and disoriented. The students were plunged into complete darkness for nearly 30 hours in a world completely foreign to them-dark, damp, quiet, devoid of life. As their fear increased and the hours went by, doubt of being found began to set in, despite the fact that they had left clues for anyone who might come looking for them.
I am sure that more than once during their ordeal one or all of the students wished they had a flashlight or a match-anything at all that could provide a glimmer of light that would comfort them, calm their fear, perhaps show them the way out.
Unfortunately, that’s not the end of the story, for if it was, the earth would still be perfect, basking in God’s light, with no sickness, war, or death. The story continues not with a happily-ever-after tale, but instead with rebellion, sin, murder, and judgment. Adam and Eve plunged our world into darkness of a new kind, one that had never been known. It is the darkness of separation-separation from the God who created us, who loves us, and who grieves over our sin.

When it came to writing his Gospel account, many in the Church have held that St. Luke learned the details of Christ’s life and saving work from St. Paul and even from the Virgin Mary. And in addition to writing the Gospel and the Book of Acts, St. Luke is said to have preached the Gospel in various countries and suffered martyrdom in the city of Thebes.
It’s also because of St. Luke that we can rejoice in the Church and the Holy Spirit coming to give us Life with God. Just as the Spirit breathed life into the Apostles to proclaim the forgiveness of Christ, even in the face of opposition and persecution, He also breathes life into us to “repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of [our] sins” and to “receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.”
by The Rev. Joel Fritsche
A key part of the event involved a couple of servant projects that the guys did alongside some of our seminary students. We spent a few hours at Dr. Feuerhahn’s home pouring concrete and creating a ramp from the Feuerhahn’s driveway to their front porch. Dr. Feuerhahn has Parkinson’s disease. The ramp provided a much easier route for him to get from the driveway to his front door. It was a joy for our visitors to sit at the feet of Dr. Feuerhahn when he taught them, but also to “wash his feet” as they served him in Christian love. Several hours were also spent at St. Peter Lutheran Church in St. Louis doing construction work to prepare the facilities there to act as a community center in the area. We were busy painting, busting up concrete, and cleaning up stuff people had dumped on the church property. I even got to bust up an old fiberglass tub with a sledgehammer.
Did you know that Jesus ruined every funeral that He ever attended? Consider what we just heard. As Jesus approaches the city of Nain, He meets a funeral procession. Obviously, all of the funeral arrangements had been made. The dead young man was in his coffin. The pallbearers were leading the procession as they carried the young man out of the town. Behind the casket came the young man’s grieving mother. She had no other family members to help and support her, so close friends were escorting her as she wept. And there were, no doubt, the professional mourners, people actually hired to weep and lament the death of this dear young man—you know, put everyone in the proper mood for mourning. They had all of their fine funeral arrangements made, and they were going out to finish the service by burying the young man in the family tomb. But Jesus comes along and ruins this perfectly good funeral!
8:49). You would think that Jesus would respect that. Now the family needed to make funeral arrangements. But Jesus loves to ruin funerals, and so He decided to ruin this one before it even began. When He arrived at Jairus’ home, He took Peter, James, and John, and the girl’s father and mother into the house. He told all the mourners not to weep because she was only sleeping, but they thought He was crazy. They knew that the girl was dead! Then Jesus took the girl by the hand and said, “Child, arise” (Lk. 8:54), and she did. Jesus ruined this funeral before it even began!
So, Jesus went to three funerals, and He ruined every one of them. All three funerals ended in resurrection. I sure hope that Jesus comes to my funeral, don’t you?
He is also talking to you. He is raising you from the death of your sin. After all, you live in your Baptism. You’ve been baptized into Christ’s death and resurrection. That’s where He truly stopped your funeral procession and ruined your funeral long before it happens. And remember this when you come to the Lord’s Table today. When you eat and drink the Lord’s Body and Blood, you consume Life itself. There’s nothing better for ruining a good funeral than the Eucharist celebrated often and regularly. After all, it is the very medicine of immortality. As you eat and drink, this day and every Divine Service, remember that Jesus is putting His eternal life into you. He is giving you His life so that you can love Him and serve your neighbor. Even at this Altar, with this very Body and Blood, Jesus is already ruining your funeral.