The NEW Rest Of The Story: The Hammer Heard Round The World (Video)

He was almost a lawyer.

His father, a stern man with dreams of rising through the working class, wanted that for him—wealth, status, security. And the boy was on his way. He enrolled in university at just 17 and had earned his master’s degree by 21. A life in law was not only expected—it was ordained.

But then came the storm.

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It happened on a country road in the summer of 1505. He was walking back to school when thunder cracked the sky and a lightning bolt struck so close, it threw him to the ground. Terrified, he cried out to the patron saint of miners—“St. Anne, help me! I will become a monk!”

And so, just days later, to his father’s fury, he left the legal path and walked through the gates of a monastery.

He was a man of extremes. As a monk, he fasted until he collapsed, flogged himself, slept without blankets in the cold—all in an attempt to purge the guilt that haunted him. He once said, “If anyone could have earned heaven by the life of a monk, it was I.”

But no peace came.

The breakthrough didn’t come through punishment, but through a book. The Book. While lecturing on the Psalms and Romans at a small university, he began to see something new—or something very old. A line from the Apostle Paul would not let him go: “The just shall live by faith.”

Not works. Not penance. Not indulgences.

And so the man began to speak. To write. To preach.

Then one day, in 1517, a Dominican friar was selling slips of paper—indulgences—promising souls could spring from purgatory for a price. When word of this came to our man, he reached for his pen. He wrote 95 theses—statements of protest—and nailed them to the door of the Wittenberg church. Not out of rebellion, but out of conviction that truth must be tested in the open.

He had no idea what he had started.

The printing press multiplied his words. Pamphlets spread across Europe like wildfire. Rome took notice. And so, a summons arrived.

He traveled to Worms in 1521 to stand before the emperor. Towering church leaders and political powers lined the room. His books were laid before him. He was told to recant.

He stood silent for a moment… then spoke:

“Unless I am convinced by Scripture and plain reason… I cannot and I will not recant anything. Here I stand, I can do no other. God help me. Amen.”

Excommunicated. Declared an outlaw. He should have been killed.

But friends kidnapped him—for his safety—and hid him in a castle. There, in exile, he picked up another pen and began one of the greatest translation projects in history: the Bible, in the common tongue. German, not Latin. For the first time, ordinary people could read God’s Word for themselves.

He married a runaway nun. They raised six children. His household became a hub of music, prayer, and laughter. But his fire never cooled.

He debated princes. He argued with popes. He railed against corruption with biting wit and thunderous sermons. But he also struggled. With depression. With illness. With a quick temper. And later in life, his pen—so often a force for truth—was darkened by bitter, shameful words about the Jewish people, writings that cast a shadow over his legacy.

Yet even as his body failed him, his message never wavered: salvation is by grace alone, through faith alone, in Christ alone.

He died in 1546, in the same town where he was born. And when they pried open his coat, they found a note scribbled and stuffed in his pocket.

It read: “We are beggars, this is true.”

His name was Martin Luther.

And now you know the rest of the story.

Article posted with permission from Sons of Liberty Media