Brother Martin, Dr. Luther, “Herr Pastor” was the most prolific writer of his age. He jumped on the “techie bandwagon” long before it was a thing. Using the recently invented printing press, he cranked out tons of pamphlets, newsletters, and books. That’s not even to mention the thousands of personal letters. What follows is a paraphrase of one of those, written just a year before his death.

To: Pastor Severin Schulze

The tax collector in Torgau has written me, asking for good advice and help for Mrs. John Korner’s afflicted husband. I know of no worldly help to give. If the doctors can’t figure it out, then it’s more than a case of ordinary melancholy. It’s an affliction that comes from the devil. Only the power of Christ and the prayer of faith can counteract it. This is what we do, what we are accustomed to. Do this: go to him with the deacon and two or three good men. Lay your hand upon him and say, “Peace be with you, dear brother, from God our Father and from our Lord Jesus Christ.”

Then repeat the creed and the Lord’s Prayer over him in a clear voice. Close with these words from Scripture: “Whatever you ask for in my name, he will give you; who has commanded and encouraged us to pray in his name. Call upon me in the day of trouble and I will deliver you, and you will glorify me. We unworthy sinners, relying on these words and commands, pray for your mercy with such faith as we can muster. Graciously free this man from all evil and put to naught the work that Satan has done to him, to the honor of your name and the strengthening of the faith of believers; through the same Jesus Christ, your Son, our Lord, who lives and reigns with you, world without end. Amen.”

Then when you depart, lay your hands upon the man again and say, “These signs shall follow you that believe; they shall lay hands on the sick and they shall recover.” Do this three times, once on each of three successive days. Meanwhile let prayers be said from the chancel of the church, publicly until God hears them.

Farewell. Other counsel than this I do not have.

I remain, etc.,

Martin Luther