In his grim Reich Protestant Administration Building at Berlin last week pale, portly Reichsbischof Ludwig Müller trembled with excitement. "This day," he cried, "will be the glory and the crown of my career!" Two dozen brand new Nazi bishops who had hurried to Berlin at the beck of the man who made them clucked in sympathy. In their mystical German minds floated the belief that they were about to merge German Protestantism into a new unity.
The glory and the crown was to consist in swearing fealty to Adolf Hitler. Once the Realmleader...
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