I begin this journal for my
soul’s comfort and to record these times for my family if the Last Judgement,
which I feel approaching with every hour, does not sweep us away first. The
Devil is loose in Bamberg, and it seems that wherever one looks one finds him
or his works. I pray my rosary every
morning and evening, for the safety of my family and myself, but with every
week exposing more witches, even among those people I believed devout
Christians, I fear in my heart that God has abandoned Bamberg. I confessed this fear to the priest last
week, and he admonished me greatly. My
God is a merciful God; he will deliver from evil those of us who keep faith.
My father has been busy, for the
city council is in disarray with some members imprisoned. I am also much occupied since my mother
(whose innocence or guilt I still cannot decide) was executed last year (Apps
and Gow, 76). With Anna Maria in the
convent (Apps and Gow, 166), it is just Father, Hans, myself, and the servants
in the house, and I must keep things in order.
Father speaks of going on pilgrimage soon, to Rome, but I do not know
when that might be.
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