Martin Luther, Martin Buber, and Martin Bucer walk into a bar. And Buber said to Bucer…???
I don’t know how the rest of the story goes or what the punchline/conclusion is, but it seems like there ought to be a clever one. For the sake of this exercise, please ignore the fact that Buber was not a contemporary or Bucer or Luther.
I just hope that this social engagement would end peacefully. Perhaps some skillful mediator could step in and help Luther get along with a Jewish mystic.