Lenchen died in her father’s arms at 9:00 a.m. It was September 20. Melanchthon was there, as was Kathie, who reportedly sobbed uncontrollably for days. And young Hans was likely there, as was George Rörer. When Lenchen was placed into her coffin, Luther said, “Go ahead and close it! She will rise again on the last day!” And when the coffin was carried out of their home, he said to those in attendance, “Do not be sorrowful! I have sent a saint to heaven!” Then he recalled their infant Elisabeth, who had died fourteen years before, and said, “In fact, I have now sent two of them!”
