Of mercy toward the needy. On the death of a bodily brother of the author, as also of another friend.
The Seventy-fifth Letter.
Of mercy toward the needy. On the death of a bodily brother of the author, as also of another friend.
Dear sister! Jesus bless you!
What was sent for N. I have received, together with your little letter; I will give it to him, as coming from E., first the half, and after some time the other half, that it be not spent to no purpose. It is otherwise not right that the man should burden you people over there, since with me he is free enough to ask when something is lacking, and he has also, to my knowledge, never been turned away empty. Yet what is one to do? Mercy rejoiceth against judgment. God will now and then take a trial of our simple love, which will not dwell in one house with reason; rather love goes out, as it were, by the back door when reason comes in by the front. It seems otherwise to be such a loving judgment of God, that the gold-dabblers of this world should stay poor, so that the L in their GOLD may melt away through a blessed putrefaction — and they, with all poor pilgrims, may choose God as their only treasure.
That my brother died on the first of this month will be known to you. The long-drawn misery pressed out yet many a thing that would otherwise well have stayed hidden. He died, for the rest, in a fairly good frame of mind and in surrender to God and His will of love, and it seemed almost that he knew the day and hour beforehand. Now all my five brothers are gone, who were healthy and strong; but I, as the weakest, live on still, through God's wonderful goodness, which, against all men's expectation, has preserved my breath — I know not how long. To Him, my Origin and Savior, be my life and being dedicated, in time and eternity, to His service and honor, Amen! Let us be wholly for Him, my dear sister, and make room for Him in us. Our own life, willing, and moving is worth nothing: the Lord must become our life and All in all; then it stands right, and then it matters little whether our outward shadow-life be broken.
It is always dear to me when I see a few lines from you; though they cannot always be answered with the pen, yet it is done in the spirit of love, in that I offer up your soul, in its weakness, to the Father — so near to us — in Christ, that He may carry out His work in you unceasingly, unto completion. Did we but let Him deal with us unconditionally, how soon and how beautifully would it come to the goal! His pure love will gradually soothe all the harsh forces of our nature and of our self-will; yea, He wills to do it alone; we are only to remain good little children of the heart, who take everything from the Father that comes, and never contradict the Father, but ever, and in all cases, stammer after our eldest Brother: Yea, Father, so it is well-pleasing before Thee! Amen. Thou faithful Love, give this to me and to the sister, and to the rest of the children in E.
That Doctor N. died suddenly you will hear: the day before his end he had me called (though I was also with him the previous days), and then he was far poorer in mind, and also more heartfelt in love, than I had ever known him; afterward he fell to raving, which yet always tended toward the good. So, so must they all one day become children, who would go to heaven. From a count who has come out of the army, and stands in the military service of ———, I have received a brotherly greeting. Another nobleman from Germany writes to me, a stranger, and calls me a brother in the little Child Jesus. It is a wonder how grace stirs, here and there.
I must close, for I am already called away again. I greet once more you and your husband, and all the rest of the called, one and all, though I do not name them.
Your
Mülheim, 9 February 1735. — devoted brother.
German
Der 75te Brief.
Von der Barmherzigkeit gegen Nothleidende. Von Absterben eines leiblichen Bruders des Autoris, wie auch eines andern Freundes.
Liebe Schwester! JEsus segne dich!
Das gesandte für N. habe erhalten nebst deinem Brieflein; werde es ihm, als von E. kommende, erstlich halb geben, und über einige Zeit wiederum halb, damit es nicht unnöthig angewandt werde.
— Opening lines of the original German. The complete transcription of all 605 letters appears in the forthcoming Encounter Press critical edition; Brief 1 is shown in full as a sample.
German text: public domain (1773–75 first edition / 1845 Gesammelte Schriften).
Translator’s notes
What this letter is. A letter from the winter of 1735, written in fresh grief. It begins with something small and practical — a gift of money the sister has forwarded for a needy man, which Tersteegen will pay out in two halves "that it be not spent to no purpose" — and lifts even that into the letter's theme: mercy that outruns calculation. "Mercy rejoiceth against judgment," he writes; "God will now and then take a trial of our simple love, which will not dwell in one house with reason." Then comes the letter's famous small marvel of wit and faith: the "gold-dabblers" (alchemists) of this world are kept poor so that "the L in their GOLD may melt away through a blessed putrefaction" — for Gold, with its L dissolved out, spells God — "and they, with all poor pilgrims, choose God as their only treasure." At the heart of the letter is loss: Tersteegen's own brother has just died (the first of the month), the last of five, "who were healthy and strong; but I, as the weakest, live on still." He receives it not as a blow but as a summons to surrender — "Let us be wholly for Him… the Lord must become our life and All in all" — and folds the sister's soul into the same childlike trust: we are "good little children of the heart, who take everything from the Father… and stammer after our eldest Brother: Yea, Father, so it is well-pleasing before Thee!" He closes with a second deathbed (a doctor who "fell to raving, which yet always tended toward the good") and with quiet wonder at grace turning up in unlikely places — a soldier-count, an unknown nobleman — "It is a wonder how grace stirs, here and there."
Its wordplay. The letter turns on a bilingual pun that the 1773 printer catches in the type. Gold with its L melted out leaves God (Dutch and Low-German God = God) — so the alchemists' furnace, spiritualized, is a "blessed putrefaction" (the alchemists' own term for the rotting-down stage that must precede transmutation) in which the love of gold dissolves and God alone remains. A few lines later, when Tersteegen says his brother died "in surrender to God," the print sets that one divine name in full capitals — the word the melting was meant to yield.
A few words and echoes.
- "Mercy rejoiceth against judgment." James 2:13, verbatim (KJV) — mercy has the last word over strict reckoning; Tersteegen's warrant for giving even when reason would withhold.
- "Never turned away empty." The needy are always heard; behind it the reversal of Luke 1:53, where it is "the rich he hath sent empty away."
- "The L in their GOLD… a blessed putrefaction… God as their only treasure." The Gold→God pun (see above); putrefaction is the alchemists' word for decay-before-renewal. "Only treasure" echoes Matthew 6:21, "where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."
- "All my five brothers are gone… I, as the weakest, live on." Tersteegen (born 1697), youngest and frailest of the family, had by now outlived all his brothers; the one just dead was his brother Johannes (d. 1 February 1735).
- "To Him, my Origin and Savior." God as both the source from which the soul came and the Savior to whom it returns; cf. Romans 11:36, "of Him, and through Him, and to Him, are all things."
- "The Lord must become our life and All in all." 1 Corinthians 15:28 (also Colossians 3:11) — "that God may be all in all"; the self emptied so that Christ fills it.
- "Our outward shadow-life be broken." The body as a tent soon struck; 2 Corinthians 5:1, "if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved."
- "Make room for Him in us." Tersteegen's recurring prayer of self-emptying (as in the previous letter, borrowing Armelle's "Make room for me!").
- "Stammer after our eldest Brother: Yea, Father, so it is well-pleasing before Thee!" Christ is the "firstborn among many brethren" (Romans 8:29); the words are His own childlike prayer, Matthew 11:26, "even so, Father: for so it seemed good in thy sight," which the soul can only lisp after Him.
- "So must they all one day become children, who would go to heaven." Matthew 18:3, "except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven" — said gently over the dying doctor's fevered "raving."
- "A brother in the little Child Jesus." To belong to the Christ-child — Tersteegen's tender name for life hidden in the humility of the Incarnation (cf. Matthew 18:3–4).
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