At least I hope I am. It feels that way this week. Being re-formed doesn't always feel good.
This morning for Reformation Sunday we sang a Bach cantata (number 118) that is usually translated "O Jesus Christ, My Life's Light", although the translation we sang was a bit different:
O Jesus, Lord, my light and life
My hope, my joy, my aid in strife
On earth my visit is but brief
And bowed am I by sin and grief.
This week I am comforted to have such a powerful aid in strife.
Lord Sabaoth His name
From age to age the same
And He must win the battle.