Pray, and let God worry.

Martin Luther

Yes, Martin Luther really said this, or wrote it. In his final letter to his wife, written just a few days before he died, Luther wrote these words to his beloved Katie. Here is a longer excerpt of his loving, but also teasingly playful, letter:

I thank you very kindly for your great worry which robs you of sleep. Since the date that you [started to] worry about me, the fire in my quarters, right outside the door of my room, tried to devour me; and yesterday, no doubt because of the strength of your worries, a stone almost fell on my head and nearly squashed me as in a mouse trap. For in our secret chamber [the toilet], mortar has been falling down for about two days; we called in some people who [merely] touched the stone with two fingers and it…