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CHAPTER ONE The Thunderstorm MARTIN LUTHER WAS supposed to be a lawyer. His father had it all mapped out: study law, join the legal class, climb the social ladder. Hans Luther didn’t pour his life into mining copper just so his son could waste it praying. But fate, or lightning, had other plans. It was July 2, 1505. Martin was 21 years old, riding through a thunderstorm near the village of Stotternheim, when a bolt of lightning struck so close he was thrown to the ground. Terrified, soaked, and certain he was going to die, he cried out the first name that came to mind: “Help me, St. Anne! I will become a monk!” It was a desperate bargain. And he kept it. Within weeks, Martin abandoned his...