…[O]n November 11, the festival of St. Martin of Tours, the proud father handed his son to the priest. ‘Martin Luther,’ chanted the priest as he three times poured water on the child’s wrinkled forehead, ‘I baptize thee in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.’

The Baptism over, Hans headed for home, snugly cradling little Martin in his brawny arms. Urged on by the biting wind, Hans arrived home in short order. Walking to his wife’s bedside, he gently handed her the whimpering baby. ‘Here, Margaret, take our Martin and care for him. And pray that no evil will come to take him. For who knows what plans God has for him?’

~Luther: Biography of a Reformer, by Frederick Nohl