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couple of modern day moses’ searching for the promised land
CHAPTER ONE
Ms. Mariana Navarro James 1632 Mulligan Street New York, NY WZ10023
Ms. Navarro James,
On behalf of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, the Department of Magical Security has reviewed your application and is pleased to invite you to join us at the Auror Academy this coming fall. We are thrilled for you to join the ranks of the nation’s bravest and brightest. We look forward to your attendance on September 1st.
Mariana Navarro James has always known that she wanted to be an auror. She had declared it with utmost confidence to every vocational counselor, friend, and nosy old biddy who had inquired about her future since she was five. And of course, how could she not? What else could a kid ever dream of being when they had the Director of Magical Security as their dad and grew up snuggled against his chest, listening to him recount his adventures of the week?
(It was only in the last year or two that it had occurred to Mari that perhaps her father had tidied the stories he told her, sanitizing reality until it was an appropriate bedtime tale for a little girl. She had taken some advanced History of Magic courses in her last few years at school and had eventually come to the realization that some of the more terrible events in their recent history didn’t match what she thought she knew. Sometimes the bad guys won. Sometimes the good guys never made it home again. Sometimes the mundane becomes a nightmare. That thought had shaken her a little, but then again, she supposed they weren’t known as the nation’s bravest for nothing, were they?)
In the end, it wasn’t just the stories or the long shadow of Scott James that had drawn her to this field. Mari was eighteen, fresh out of Ilvermorny, and certain she knew what she wanted from her life. She wanted excitement, she wanted adventure, she wanted meaning. She wanted to know that the things she did made a difference. And the letter Mari had just opened in the foyer with trembling hands – it was everything she knew she wanted. The first step of the rest of her life.
So, quite rationally, her first reaction was to stuff the letter in her sweater pocket and dart out the front door before anyone had even seen that she had come home.
Mari rushed down the sidewalk she had jogged up only a few minutes before, trying hard to not look too much like she was fleeing the scene of a crime. She had no idea where she was going – only that she needed distance, room to breathe before she suffocated to death. She turned random corner after random corner with no specific location in mind, and eventually her panicked heartbeat began to calm. She drew in deep, needy breaths and slowed down, but she continued to let her feet take her where they would. What was she doing? Why was she being like this? It wasn’t like she hadn’t expected the acceptance letter, of course she had. Her dad would have told her if anything had gone wrong with her application process–
A car honked aggressively, followed by an impressive amount of swearing, and Mari jumped, jostled out of her thoughts. She blinked and looked around, taking in her surroundings for the first time since she’d run out of the townhouse. Oh. She’d somehow made it into the city proper. She must have been walking longer – or perhaps just faster – than she’d realized, to have made it this far. She almost never came out this far into the city on her typical runs. Usually she liked to use running as a way to clear her head, but the noise and distraction of the congested New York streets battled with the noise and distraction in her own thoughts, almost always resulting in nothing more productive than a pounding migraine.
Mari began to slow down, to let her brain catch up to what her feet had been doing, and was immediately shoulder checked by a woman behind her with a large purse, complete with very sharp brass hardware. “Ow!” she complained as the purse’s buckle smacked her hard enough to leave a bruise. The woman didn’t even glance back. Mari scowled, but kept up the pace to avoid being run over by anyone else. It was only a momentary distraction, but in that moment, the realization of where she had subconsciously been heading smacked into her harder than the purse.
Oh. Duh. Jacob’s apartment was only a few more miles away.
In the couple years since her brother had moved out of the townhouse, Mari had rarely gone to visit him on foot. There was a period of time after she’d gotten her Apparition license where she’d taken to popping up right in the middle of his living room, but it hadn’t lasted long – Jacob had instituted a ‘Front Door or Floo Entry Only’ policy after she’d caught him eating cold pasta in his boxers for the third time. Still, Mari felt pretty confident that she was going the right way as she took in her bearings with this new context. Oddly, she found that having this destination alleviated some of the pressure on her chest. Taking a deeper, steadier breath, Mari increased her speed to an easy jog and wound her way up the streets of New York.
It didn’t take long to find the right building. Mari jogged to the front door and punched a code into the adjacent keypad – a code, mind you, that her brother had no idea she knew, which she took as concrete evidence that she would be great at investigative work.
The door swung open with a short, sharp beep!, and as she ducked inside, Mari caught her reflection in the window. She wrinkled her nose. Her hair was back to its natural color – a mousy dark blonde that Mari insisted automatically made her fifteen percent more boring in any conversation. She had gotten the hang of changing her hair color on a whim and keeping it that way without much thought before she’d even started school, but sometimes when her attention was thoroughly engrossed elsewhere, she slipped and the natural color came seeping back without her even noticing. That wasn’t something she was willing to deal with today.
Mari glanced around the lobby – once she was suitably convinced that she was alone, she closed her eyes and concentrated. With a little pop! that was almost definitely just in her mind, she felt the change take over. She glanced back in the window, and her reflection this time was sporting her pulled back ponytail in her preferred color of bubblegum pink. She managed a little smile.
Much better.
Turning on her reflection, Mari bounded up the stairs two at a time. By the time she made it to the fourth floor, she was wheezing – she leaned against the railing for a moment, fighting for her breath. It had been unnecessary and had certainly worked up a sweat, but it made her feel better to have a reason she understood for her erratic heartbeat. Mari gave herself ten seconds for her breathing to become less dramatic before she pushed herself off the railing and stumbled down the hall. She knocked at the door marked 4D and leaned heavily against the doorframe while she waited, her gaze down to the floor as she regulated her breath. One breath. Two breaths. Three. Then the door swung open.
Mari glanced up, a flippant greeting to her brother already on her lips – and immediately, she found herself snapping ramrod straight. “Atticus!” she said in a bit of a gasp. “. . . hi!”
Stupid, Mari chastised herself. Stupid, stupid. It had never occurred to her that her brother’s roommate might answer the door, and now here she was in front of him, sweaty and breathing hard and probably not the best she had ever smelled. Rationally, Mari knew it was a dumb thing to be worried about – she’d known Atticus Prewett since she was a little kid, from back when Jacob first started bringing friends home to visit over the summer. He’d certainly seen her in worse states, but that didn’t mean Mari wasn’t cursing herself for not taking the extra minute to lengthen her eyelashes or make her breasts a little perkier when she was fixing her hair downstairs.
Atticus blinked blearily at her, tugging absently at his worn, crinkled shirt. Clearly, she’d woken him up – probably better for him, really, since it wasn’t exactly what Mari would call early in the day. He gave her a lazy, somewhat confused smile, and even with the disorientation in his expression, Mari felt her stomach do a small flip in response. “Uh, g’morning?” he said, half reply, half question. He glanced over his shoulder at the fireplace in the living room, dark with cold ashes. “Is our floo out again or something?”
Mari felt her cheeks flush, but tried to comfort herself that, after her sprint up the stairs, she was probably already so red with exertion that he wasn’t likely to notice the difference. The thought wasn’t all that comforting. “Uh, n-no, I, um. . . I was, y’know, just in the neighborhood,” Mari stuttered, embarrassed. She shifted back and forth from her heels to her toes, awkward, before the words she needed finally came to her. She looked past Atticus into the apartment. “So, uh, is Jacob up yet?”
To her surprise, his expression fell. Mari’s brow furrowed slightly and she nearly asked if Jacob was alright, but Atticus spoke first. “No, he’s been at Vanessa’s all week,” he replied with a shrug. “He hasn’t been around much lately.”
“Oh,” Mari replied, her voice hitching a little in surprise and disappointment. Jacob had always been good to talk to. He never got impatient with her rambling, no matter how many tangents she went on – it was why, when her head had finally cleared enough for her to figure out where she was going, she had come here. Jacob had always had time for her. . . except, of course, that had been before he’d gotten himself a girlfriend. Pursing her lips, Mari considered heading back home – but the thought sent a panicky thrum through her chest, and she knew right then that she wasn’t ready for the scene that awaited her at home, when her parents found out she’d gotten her acceptance letter. No, Mari couldn’t go home, not yet. . . her gaze fell back to Atticus, still looking a bit like an abandoned puppy.
Well, she was already here, wasn’t she?
Mari walked past Atticus into the apartment, perfectly uninvited. “Got any water?”
Atticus looked after her with a frown. “Sure, come on in, I guess,” he muttered under his breath before closing the door. He made his way into the kitchen. “Tap okay with you?” Mari gave an acquiescent shrug in response. She was parched enough now that he could have juiced a shoe into a glass in front of her, and she still would have drank it. He grabbed a somewhat dingy looking glass from a shelf and filled it in the sink before passing it to her.
Mari took it with a nod of thanks and perched herself on a wobbly barstool, looking around as she rehydrated. She caught sight of the living room – there were scattered sketchbook pages everywhere, covered with half-realized drawings, and a crumpled blanket and pillow on the couch. She raised an eyebrow and looked back at her begrudging host. “What, did you sleep there last night?”
Atticus cringed and raised an arm to run a hand through his dark hair, exposing a few inches of midriff. Mari tried not to be too obtuse as she stared, but subtlety had never been a great skill of hers. She’d have to work on that at the Academy. “Uh – more like I slept there this morning,” he admitted, looking a little sheepish. “I sort of hit a block with the novel, and I was up all last night trying to figure it out. All I managed was a pile of wasted paper. Normally I would have bounced ideas off of Jake, but. . . y’know. . . he’s been preoccupied. . .”
Oh, the novel.
Mari couldn’t help a sympathetic look. Jacob and Atticus had been working on a graphic novel together since they were sixteen and now, seven years later, it was still coming along at a trudge. Jacob was the writer, Atticus was the artist – and what an artist Atticus was, although Mari could never admit that out loud without sounding like a doe eyed lovesick schoolgirl. Jacob was good at what he did too, she guessed, and for a while, it had almost seemed like they might be able to actually put something together. But then they had their graduation exams, and then they’d had to go out into the world and find jobs, and then Jacob started his apprenticeship with their grandfather, and then he met Vanessa Thornwood (who Mari was convinced stole her brother’s heart, brain, and testicles to keep in a bottle around her neck), and the longer time when on, the more progress had slowed to an almost nonexistent crawl.
And yet, neither of them could give up on it. Certainly not Atticus, if his expression of tired frustration was anything to go off of. “What do you think the problem is?” Mari asked gently, her own problems already fading to a distant glimmer in her mind.
“I don’t know,” Atticus sighed, leaning against the counter with a defeated hunch to his shoulders. “I think I’m just. . . in a rut? I don’t feel like I have any new ideas, or at least, nothing worth playing out. So maybe – maybe that’s it. Maybe I’ve just used them all up?” Mari sipped her water and nodded sagely, trying not to overthink the situation. She knew Atticus only saw her as his best friend’s little sister – or, worse, as practically his own little sister. The vulnerability he was showing now was the kind that you can only get between childhood friends who have known each other almost as long as they’ve known themselves, the ones who have seen you at your worst and most embarrassing. It was the way he would have opened up to Jacob, or any of their old school friends, nothing more. He sighed again. “I know that must sound dumb – but it’s like I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel.”
Without thinking, Mari reached out a hand to rest comfortingly on Atticus’s arm. He didn’t even glance up at her touch. “It’s not dumb,” Mari said firmly, before taking a second to reconsider. “Or, well, it does sound kinda stupid–” That got his attention, and Atticus looked up at her, looking vaguely hurt. Mari winced. Oh Circe help her, why was she so bad at this? “What I mean is, uh – maybe you just need some new inspiration. Go see some new sights, hear some new sounds. Have an adventure or something. You can. . . refill the barrel, or whatever you artist types need to do.”
Atticus scoffed lightly, looking at her like she’d just suggested they picnic on the moon – a lovely idea, of course, but completely unrealistic. “I can’t just up and ‘have an adventure’, Mar. I’ve got, like, adult shit to take care of. I have a job. I have rent. And besides, what about Jake? He’ll be at your granddad’s all summer, preparing new wands for the next school year. And all of his free time is going to be spent mooning over Vanessa. It’s not like I’m going to be able to convince to just up and leave for a month–”
“So? Who needs him?” Mari replied with a sniff, slightly less enthused now that her heartfelt suggestion had been met with stark incredulity. Still, she persevered. “And I know you have all that grown-up bullshit to deal with, but come on – that’s just an excuse. You can find someone to stay in your place for a month or two, some rich kid right out of Ilvermorny or something. And as for your job, you hate that place anyways.”
Atticus blinked in surprise. “How did you know that?”
Mari tapped the top of her nose playfully and winked. “A lady never reveals her sources.” The truth was Mari only had one source, and it was Jacob, who tended to relent information after an extended period of constant annoying questions. That was how she knew that Atticus had for a short (and surely meaningless) while dated the lovely hostess at the fancy white tablecloth restaurant he waited at. That was also how she knew they had broken up six months ago, and he still had to see both her and the bartender he’d caught her with every day when he went to work. After that, it was only a hop, jump, and skip away from the conclusion that Atticus probably hated his job.
See? She was good at sleuthing.
As for her current proposition, Atticus still didn’t look convinced. Mari had only been talking out of her ass, really, when she’d originally made the suggestion – but the more they went back and forth, the more sure she felt that this was the right option and the more determined she was to make Atticus see that as well. Her mind, unbidden, went back to the folded up acceptance letter in her pocket, and her breath hitched for just a moment. Was it possible that she could kill two birds with one stone? Before she could doubt herself, Mari spoke again, trying not to sound too eager. “What if– what if we . . . ran away? Together?”
Atticus looked at her sharply, clearly alarmed, and seemed to notice for the first time that she was touching him. He pulled away from her gently and shifted to put some distance between them. “Mari. . .”
Panic flooded her system and Mari launched into damage control mode. “Not like that!” she blurted out sharply, her voice a little higher than usual. She winced and cleared her throat before pushing through in a voice that was a closer approximation to her usual, casual tone. “I meant, uh– you’re not the only one who could use a change of scenery, y’know. I want to spend my last summer of freedom doing something– something totally insane. I want to be crazy and spontaneous one last time before I’m tied down with all of that bullshit too, and I can’t just live my life anymore. So. . . what if we went off on separate adventures, together? Just to keep each other company and make sure the other is alright and stuff? Would that be so bad?”
Atticus still looked dubious. “You don’t have school friends your own age that you would rather do this with? One last hurray and all that jazz?”
And honestly. . . Mari didn’t. Oh, sure, she had friends and all that, she wasn’t a complete loner – Vee would be down to go to Hell and back as a lark, if she asked, and the girls from her dorm were always up for a good time. But if she took this trip with them, it would wind up being something silly and juvenile – one last beat of her school days before she gave it all up. The idea of going with Atticus. . . that felt different. Bigger. Like– like the first step of the rest of her life?
(Mari might have laughed then, at how that thought now in this ridiculous context didn’t scare her nearly as much as the same thought she’d had earlier this morning, but she didn’t want to freak Atticus out by explaining, so she held herself back.)
“Nope,” Mari replied cheerily, completely confident. “Can’t think of anyone.” Atticus rolled his eyes and looked away from her, his gaze settling on the window. The view wasn’t much, just the gray stone of the too close building beside them, but Mari could tell he wasn’t really looking at it. He was considering her offer, really considering it. . . and in his own way, she could tell he needed this as badly as she did. He just needed one last push. She gave him a few moments of peace, and then wheedled in a singsong voice, “Also, I have a bank account my parents have been adding to since I was a kid that is begging to be blown through with irresponsible abandon.”
That drew an unexpected laugh from Atticus, and for a moment, Mari beamed with pride. Atticus could be so serious sometimes – it felt like a victory, to be able to make him laugh. But the joy she felt from his laugh was nothing compared to what she was about to experience in the next few minutes. “Okay,” Atticus agreed suddenly, nodding to himself. “I mean. . . yeah. Sure. Okay. What the hell, right? It’s not like I have anything to lose.”
For a moment, the world stopped turning. “Really?” Mari asked breathlessly, unsure that she could actually believe it. But Atticus was just looking at her – no correcting her misinterpretation, or laughing that she had fallen for such a joke. Just Atticus, serious and somber as a headstone; except, of course, that headstones never have smiles slowly creeping into their expressions. Mari gave a wide grin in response and, to keep herself from doing something phenomenally stupid (like launching herself into his arms), she downed the whole remaining glass of water. She might have choked, but who cared about something as stupid as that at a time like this? “Okay then!” she said in a tone of declaration, jumping down from the barstool. “We leave tomorrow, first thing in the morning! Show up at my place bright and early, seven am on the dot. No sleeping in. Bring everything that you’re going to need for the next two months. And bring plenty of sketchbooks!”
“Tomorrow??” Atticus said in alarm, scrambling to keep up with Mari’s sudden decisiveness. “Like, tomorrow tomorrow? You don’t think we need a little more time to get affairs in order and shit?”
“Tomorrow!” Mari shot back in a tone that brokered no argument. She strode to the door in her best imitation of the long, confident walk her mother used when she wanted people to get out of her way. “You said you would go, and it’s too late to turn back now.” Mari opened the door, and glanced back to see an awestruck Atticus still standing in the middle of his kitchen in his wrinkly pajamas. That was a sight that she would end up seeing a lot, she suspected, over the next two months. Her grin brightened. “See you in the morning!”
Mari closed the door behind her without waiting for a response. For a moment, she didn’t move, her brain too preoccupied running over what had just happened to consider anything so much as directing her feet to walk forward. She had really did just convince her brother’s best friend, the object of her ridiculous schoolgirl crush, to run away with her to nowhere in particular for an entire summer. It didn’t feel real – and yet, it was starting to feel more real with every passing moment. She laughed and pushed herself off the door, making her way merrily back into the real world. Tonight, she would let her parents celebrate her acceptance into the Academy. Tomorrow, she and Atticus would leave everything behind. And after that–
Well, who knew what would be waiting for them after that.
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couple of modern day moses’ searching for the promised land
CHAPTER ONE
Ms. Mariana Navarro James 1632 Mulligan Street New York, NY WZ10023
Ms. Navarro James,
On behalf of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, the Department of Magical Security has reviewed your application and is pleased to invite you to join us at the Auror Academy this coming fall. We are thrilled for you to join the ranks of the nation’s bravest and brightest. We look forward to your attendance on September 1st.
Mariana Navarro James has always known that she wanted to be an auror. She had declared it with utmost confidence to every vocational counselor, friend, and nosy old biddy who had inquired about her future since she was five. And of course, how could she not? What else could a kid ever dream of being when they had the Director of Magical Security as their dad and grew up snuggled against his chest, listening to him recount his adventures of the week?
(It was only in the last year or two that it had occurred to Mari that perhaps her father had tidied the stories he told her, sanitizing reality until it was an appropriate bedtime tale for a little girl. She had taken some advanced History of Magic courses in her last few years at school and had eventually come to the realization that some of the more terrible events in their recent history didn’t match what she thought she knew. Sometimes the bad guys won. Sometimes the good guys never made it home again. Sometimes the mundane becomes a nightmare. That thought had shaken her a little, but then again, she supposed they weren’t known as the nation’s bravest for nothing, were they?)
In the end, it wasn’t just the stories or the long shadow of Scott James that had drawn her to this field. Mari was eighteen, fresh out of Ilvermorny, and certain she knew what she wanted from her life. She wanted excitement, she wanted adventure, she wanted meaning. She wanted to know that the things she did made a difference. And the letter Mari had just opened in the foyer with trembling hands – it was everything she knew she wanted. The first step of the rest of her life.
So, quite rationally, her first reaction was to stuff the letter in her sweater pocket and dart out the front door before anyone had even seen that she had come home.
Mari rushed down the sidewalk she had jogged up only a few minutes before, trying hard to not look too much like she was fleeing the scene of a crime. She had no idea where she was going – only that she needed distance, room to breathe before she suffocated to death. She turned random corner after random corner with no specific location in mind, and eventually her panicked heartbeat began to calm. She drew in deep, needy breaths and slowed down, but she continued to let her feet take her where they would. What was she doing? Why was she being like this? It wasn’t like she hadn’t expected the acceptance letter, of course she had. Her dad would have told her if anything had gone wrong with her application process–
A car honked aggressively, followed by an impressive amount of swearing, and Mari jumped, jostled out of her thoughts. She blinked and looked around, taking in her surroundings for the first time since she’d run out of the townhouse. Oh. She’d somehow made it into the city proper. She must have been walking longer – or perhaps just faster – than she’d realized, to have made it this far. She almost never came out this far into the city on her typical runs. Usually she liked to use running as a way to clear her head, but the noise and distraction of the congested New York streets battled with the noise and distraction in her own thoughts, almost always resulting in nothing more productive than a pounding migraine.
Mari began to slow down, to let her brain catch up to what her feet had been doing, and was immediately shoulder checked by a woman behind her with a large purse, complete with very sharp brass hardware. “Ow!” she complained as the purse’s buckle smacked her hard enough to leave a bruise. The woman didn’t even glance back. Mari scowled, but kept up the pace to avoid being run over by anyone else. It was only a momentary distraction, but in that moment, the realization of where she had subconsciously been heading smacked into her harder than the purse.
Oh. Duh. Jacob’s apartment was only a few more miles away.
In the couple years since her brother had moved out of the townhouse, Mari had rarely gone to visit him on foot. There was a period of time after she’d gotten her Apparition license where she’d taken to popping up right in the middle of his living room, but it hadn’t lasted long – Jacob had instituted a ‘Front Door or Floo Entry Only’ policy after she’d caught him eating cold pasta in his boxers for the third time. Still, Mari felt pretty confident that she was going the right way as she took in her bearings with this new context. Oddly, she found that having this destination alleviated some of the pressure on her chest. Taking a deeper, steadier breath, Mari increased her speed to an easy jog and wound her way up the streets of New York.
It didn’t take long to find the right building. Mari jogged to the front door and punched a code into the adjacent keypad – a code, mind you, that her brother had no idea she knew, which she took as concrete evidence that she would be great at investigative work.
The door swung open with a short, sharp beep!, and as she ducked inside, Mari caught her reflection in the window. She wrinkled her nose. Her hair was back to its natural color – a mousy dark blonde that Mari insisted automatically made her fifteen percent more boring in any conversation. She had gotten the hang of changing her hair color on a whim and keeping it that way without much thought before she’d even started school, but sometimes when her attention was thoroughly engrossed elsewhere, she slipped and the natural color came seeping back without her even noticing. That wasn’t something she was willing to deal with today.
Mari glanced around the lobby – once she was suitably convinced that she was alone, she closed her eyes and concentrated. With a little pop! that was almost definitely just in her mind, she felt the change take over. She glanced back in the window, and her reflection this time was sporting her pulled back ponytail in her preferred color of bubblegum pink. She managed a little smile.
Much better.
Turning on her reflection, Mari bounded up the stairs two at a time. By the time she made it to the fourth floor, she was wheezing – she leaned against the railing for a moment, fighting for her breath. It had been unnecessary and had certainly worked up a sweat, but it made her feel better to have a reason she understood for her erratic heartbeat. Mari gave herself ten seconds for her breathing to become less dramatic before she pushed herself off the railing and stumbled down the hall. She knocked at the door marked 4D and leaned heavily against the doorframe while she waited, her gaze down to the floor as she regulated her breath. One breath. Two breaths. Three. Then the door swung open.
Mari glanced up, a flippant greeting to her brother already on her lips – and immediately, she found herself snapping ramrod straight. “Atticus!” she said in a bit of a gasp. “. . . hi!”
Stupid, Mari chastised herself. Stupid, stupid. It had never occurred to her that her brother’s roommate might answer the door, and now here she was in front of him, sweaty and breathing hard and probably not the best she had ever smelled. Rationally, Mari knew it was a dumb thing to be worried about – she’d known Atticus Prewett since she was a little kid, from back when Jacob first started bringing friends home to visit over the summer. He’d certainly seen her in worse states, but that didn’t mean Mari wasn’t cursing herself for not taking the extra minute to lengthen her eyelashes or make her breasts a little perkier when she was fixing her hair downstairs.
Atticus blinked blearily at her, tugging absently at his worn, crinkled shirt. Clearly, she’d woken him up – probably better for him, really, since it wasn’t exactly what Mari would call early in the day. He gave her a lazy, somewhat confused smile, and even with the disorientation in his expression, Mari felt her stomach do a small flip in response. “Uh, g’morning?” he said, half reply, half question. He glanced over his shoulder at the fireplace in the living room, dark with cold ashes. “Is our floo out again or something?”
Mari felt her cheeks flush, but tried to comfort herself that, after her sprint up the stairs, she was probably already so red with exertion that he wasn’t likely to notice the difference. The thought wasn’t all that comforting. “Uh, n-no, I, um. . . I was, y’know, just in the neighborhood,” Mari stuttered, embarrassed. She shifted back and forth from her heels to her toes, awkward, before the words she needed finally came to her. She looked past Atticus into the apartment. “So, uh, is Jacob up yet?”
To her surprise, his expression fell. Mari’s brow furrowed slightly and she nearly asked if Jacob was alright, but Atticus spoke first. “No, he’s been at Vanessa’s all week,” he replied with a shrug. “He hasn’t been around much lately.”
“Oh,” Mari replied, her voice hitching a little in surprise and disappointment. Jacob had always been good to talk to. He never got impatient with her rambling, no matter how many tangents she went on – it was why, when her head had finally cleared enough for her to figure out where she was going, she had come here. Jacob had always had time for her. . . except, of course, that had been before he’d gotten himself a girlfriend. Pursing her lips, Mari considered heading back home – but the thought sent a panicky thrum through her chest, and she knew right then that she wasn’t ready for the scene that awaited her at home, when her parents found out she’d gotten her acceptance letter. No, Mari couldn’t go home, not yet. . . her gaze fell back to Atticus, still looking a bit like an abandoned puppy.
Well, she was already here, wasn’t she?
Mari walked past Atticus into the apartment, perfectly uninvited. “Got any water?”
Atticus looked after her with a frown. “Sure, come on in, I guess,” he muttered under his breath before closing the door. He made his way into the kitchen. “Tap okay with you?” Mari gave an acquiescent shrug in response. She was parched enough now that he could have juiced a shoe into a glass in front of her, and she still would have drank it. He grabbed a somewhat dingy looking glass from a shelf and filled it in the sink before passing it to her.
Mari took it with a nod of thanks and perched herself on a wobbly barstool, looking around as she rehydrated. She caught sight of the living room – there were scattered sketchbook pages everywhere, covered with half-realized drawings, and a crumpled blanket and pillow on the couch. She raised an eyebrow and looked back at her begrudging host. “What, did you sleep there last night?”
Atticus cringed and raised an arm to run a hand through his dark hair, exposing a few inches of midriff. Mari tried not to be too obtuse as she stared, but subtlety had never been a great skill of hers. She’d have to work on that at the Academy. “Uh – more like I slept there this morning,” he admitted, looking a little sheepish. “I sort of hit a block with the novel, and I was up all last night trying to figure it out. All I managed was a pile of wasted paper. Normally I would have bounced ideas off of Jake, but. . . y’know. . . he’s been preoccupied. . .”
Oh, the novel.
Mari couldn’t help a sympathetic look. Jacob and Atticus had been working on a graphic novel together since they were sixteen and now, seven years later, it was still coming along at a trudge. Jacob was the writer, Atticus was the artist – and what an artist Atticus was, although Mari could never admit that out loud without sounding like a doe eyed lovesick schoolgirl. Jacob was good at what he did too, she guessed, and for a while, it had almost seemed like they might be able to actually put something together. But then they had their graduation exams, and then they’d had to go out into the world and find jobs, and then Jacob started his apprenticeship with their grandfather, and then he met Vanessa Thornwood (who Mari was convinced stole her brother’s heart, brain, and testicles to keep in a bottle around her neck), and the longer time when on, the more progress had slowed to an almost nonexistent crawl.
And yet, neither of them could give up on it. Certainly not Atticus, if his expression of tired frustration was anything to go off of. “What do you think the problem is?” Mari asked gently, her own problems already fading to a distant glimmer in her mind.
“I don’t know,” Atticus sighed, leaning against the counter with a defeated hunch to his shoulders. “I think I’m just. . . in a rut? I don’t feel like I have any new ideas, or at least, nothing worth playing out. So maybe – maybe that’s it. Maybe I’ve just used them all up?” Mari sipped her water and nodded sagely, trying not to overthink the situation. She knew Atticus only saw her as his best friend’s little sister – or, worse, as practically his own little sister. The vulnerability he was showing now was the kind that you can only get between childhood friends who have known each other almost as long as they’ve known themselves, the ones who have seen you at your worst and most embarrassing. It was the way he would have opened up to Jacob, or any of their old school friends, nothing more. He sighed again. “I know that must sound dumb – but it’s like I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel.”
Without thinking, Mari reached out a hand to rest comfortingly on Atticus’s arm. He didn’t even glance up at her touch. “It’s not dumb,” Mari said firmly, before taking a second to reconsider. “Or, well, it does sound kinda stupid–” That got his attention, and Atticus looked up at her, looking vaguely hurt. Mari winced. Oh Circe help her, why was she so bad at this? “What I mean is, uh – maybe you just need some new inspiration. Go see some new sights, hear some new sounds. Have an adventure or something. You can. . . refill the barrel, or whatever you artist types need to do.”
Atticus scoffed lightly, looking at her like she’d just suggested they picnic on the moon – a lovely idea, of course, but completely unrealistic. “I can’t just up and ‘have an adventure’, Mar. I’ve got, like, adult shit to take care of. I have a job. I have rent. And besides, what about Jake? He’ll be at your granddad’s all summer, preparing new wands for the next school year. And all of his free time is going to be spent mooning over Vanessa. It’s not like I’m going to be able to convince to just up and leave for a month–”
“So? Who needs him?” Mari replied with a sniff, slightly less enthused now that her heartfelt suggestion had been met with stark incredulity. Still, she persevered. “And I know you have all that grown-up bullshit to deal with, but come on – that’s just an excuse. You can find someone to stay in your place for a month or two, some rich kid right out of Ilvermorny or something. And as for your job, you hate that place anyways.”
Atticus blinked in surprise. “How did you know that?”
Mari tapped the top of her nose playfully and winked. “A lady never reveals her sources.” The truth was Mari only had one source, and it was Jacob, who tended to relent information after an extended period of constant annoying questions. That was how she knew that Atticus had for a short (and surely meaningless) while dated the lovely hostess at the fancy white tablecloth restaurant he waited at. That was also how she knew they had broken up six months ago, and he still had to see both her and the bartender he’d caught her with every day when he went to work. After that, it was only a hop, jump, and skip away from the conclusion that Atticus probably hated his job.
See? She was good at sleuthing.
As for her current proposition, Atticus still didn’t look convinced. Mari had only been talking out of her ass, really, when she’d originally made the suggestion – but the more they went back and forth, the more sure she felt that this was the right option and the more determined she was to make Atticus see that as well. Her mind, unbidden, went back to the folded up acceptance letter in her pocket, and her breath hitched for just a moment. Was it possible that she could kill two birds with one stone? Before she could doubt herself, Mari spoke again, trying not to sound too eager. “What if– what if we . . . ran away? Together?”
Atticus looked at her sharply, clearly alarmed, and seemed to notice for the first time that she was touching him. He pulled away from her gently and shifted to put some distance between them. “Mari. . .”
Panic flooded her system and Mari launched into damage control mode. “Not like that!” she blurted out sharply, her voice a little higher than usual. She winced and cleared her throat before pushing through in a voice that was a closer approximation to her usual, casual tone. “I meant, uh– you’re not the only one who could use a change of scenery, y’know. I want to spend my last summer of freedom doing something– something totally insane. I want to be crazy and spontaneous one last time before I’m tied down with all of that bullshit too, and I can’t just live my life anymore. So. . . what if we went off on separate adventures, together? Just to keep each other company and make sure the other is alright and stuff? Would that be so bad?”
Atticus still looked dubious. “You don’t have school friends your own age that you would rather do this with? One last hurray and all that jazz?”
And honestly. . . Mari didn’t. Oh, sure, she had friends and all that, she wasn’t a complete loner – Vee would be down to go to Hell and back as a lark, if she asked, and the girls from her dorm were always up for a good time. But if she took this trip with them, it would wind up being something silly and juvenile – one last beat of her school days before she gave it all up. The idea of going with Atticus. . . that felt different. Bigger. Like– like the first step of the rest of her life?
(Mari might have laughed then, at how that thought now in this ridiculous context didn’t scare her nearly as much as the same thought she’d had earlier this morning, but she didn’t want to freak Atticus out by explaining, so she held herself back.)
“Nope,” Mari replied cheerily, completely confident. “Can’t think of anyone.” Atticus rolled his eyes and looked away from her, his gaze settling on the window. The view wasn’t much, just the gray stone of the too close building beside them, but Mari could tell he wasn’t really looking at it. He was considering her offer, really considering it. . . and in his own way, she could tell he needed this as badly as she did. He just needed one last push. She gave him a few moments of peace, and then wheedled in a singsong voice, “Also, I have a bank account my parents have been adding to since I was a kid that is begging to be blown through with irresponsible abandon.”
That drew an unexpected laugh from Atticus, and for a moment, Mari beamed with pride. Atticus could be so serious sometimes – it felt like a victory, to be able to make him laugh. But the joy she felt from his laugh was nothing compared to what she was about to experience in the next few minutes. “Okay,” Atticus agreed suddenly, nodding to himself. “I mean. . . yeah. Sure. Okay. What the hell, right? It’s not like I have anything to lose.”
For a moment, the world stopped turning. “Really?” Mari asked breathlessly, unsure that she could actually believe it. But Atticus was just looking at her – no correcting her misinterpretation, or laughing that she had fallen for such a joke. Just Atticus, serious and somber as a headstone; except, of course, that headstones never have smiles slowly creeping into their expressions. Mari gave a wide grin in response and, to keep herself from doing something phenomenally stupid (like launching herself into his arms), she downed the whole remaining glass of water. She might have choked, but who cared about something as stupid as that at a time like this? “Okay then!” she said in a tone of declaration, jumping down from the barstool. “We leave tomorrow, first thing in the morning! Show up at my place bright and early, seven am on the dot. No sleeping in. Bring everything that you’re going to need for the next two months. And bring plenty of sketchbooks!”
“Tomorrow??” Atticus said in alarm, scrambling to keep up with Mari’s sudden decisiveness. “Like, tomorrow tomorrow? You don’t think we need a little more time to get affairs in order and shit?”
“Tomorrow!” Mari shot back in a tone that brokered no argument. She strode to the door in her best imitation of the long, confident walk her mother used when she wanted people to get out of her way. “You said you would go, and it’s too late to turn back now.” Mari opened the door, and glanced back to see an awestruck Atticus still standing in the middle of his kitchen in his wrinkly pajamas. That was a sight that she would end up seeing a lot, she suspected, over the next two months. Her grin brightened. “See you in the morning!”
Mari closed the door behind her without waiting for a response. For a moment, she didn’t move, her brain too preoccupied running over what had just happened to consider anything so much as directing her feet to walk forward. She had really did just convince her brother’s best friend, the object of her ridiculous schoolgirl crush, to run away with her to nowhere in particular for an entire summer. It didn’t feel real – and yet, it was starting to feel more real with every passing moment. She laughed and pushed herself off the door, making her way merrily back into the real world. Tonight, she would let her parents celebrate her acceptance into the Academy. Tomorrow, she and Atticus would leave everything behind. And after that–
Well, who knew what would be waiting for them after that.
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There’s a great deal of truly intriguing things to discover the Bible beyond its core message. I’m keeping a running list of truly interesting truths that I’ve found out about the bible – feel free to comment with some that you think ought to make the list! 1. The Bible was written in three languages Those languages are Hebrew, Aramaic, and Greek. The majority of our Old Testament was written in Hebrew, which was the language the original readers spoke. A couple of little bits of the Old Testimony were written Aramaic (taking a look at you, Ezra and Daniel). The New Testament was written in Greek, the commonly-spoken language of the time. If you ’d like to find out how to study the christian bible in these languages yourself, check out Zondervan Academic’s certificate program. *. 2. The Bible is about 611,00 words long. In those initial languages, the Bible’s word count is about 611,000. That word count is not going to associate your Bible though, for a couple of reasons:. When equating the Bible from its original languages to English, translators tend to utilize more words to get across the initial author’s point. Various translations word passages differently, which leads to a variation in word count. But nevertheless: it’s interesting to think that while the bible is longer than Moby Cock, it’s nowhere near as long a read as the Harry Potter legend. You can discover more about just the length of time the Bible is here. 3. The longest book of the Bible is Jeremiah. This prophet had a lot to say. He even wrote in the twentieth chapter of his book:. But if I say, “I will not discuss his word or speak any longer in his name,” his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am tired of holding it in; undoubtedly, I can not. (Jeremiah 20:9). Approved, Jeremiah is the longest book based on how we currently set up the books of the Bible. If we did it the old school way, the two-part book of Kings would be the longest book. (See Fact # 9!). And if we did it truly, actually, truly traditional, the five-part Torah (Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy) would dwarf all other contenders. This megabook alone makes up about one fifth of the entire Bible!
You can learn more about the longest books of the Bible here. 4. The fastest book of the Bible is 3 John. You can read this book in about one minute. The book right prior to it, 2 John, is the second-shortest book of the Bible. You can discover more about the quickest books of the Bible here. 5. The Bible was written by more than 40 conventional authors. The books of the Bible are generally attributed to heroes of the Jewish and Christian faiths. Moses is offered credit for the very first five books of the Bible, the majority of the prophets are given credit for the books called after them, and so on . The reality is a bit messier than this, of course. Moses probably didn’t pen every word of Genesis– Deuteronomy– he passed away prior to some of the occasions occurred! And there’s a likelihood Jonah didn’t write Jonah, and Isaiah might have had some aid over the centuries, and so on etc. Plus, there are some books whose authors we just don’t understand. (See Reality # 10.). 6. The Bible was written by people from diverse occupational backgrounds. Parts of the Bible were composed by kings. Half of the Psalms, an excellent piece of Proverbs, and Ecclesiastes seem to be penned by royalty. However other parts of the Bible are written by farmers, fishermen, a tentmaker, homeless prophets, a doctor, an expert scribe, trade artists, pastors, and so on 7. The books of the Old Testament are arranged differently in Judaism. The English Bibles we use group the books of the Bible loosely by type of literature. So in the Old Testimony, you have the books of law initially, then books about Israel’s history in the promised land, then books of knowledge and poetry, then books by the prophets. However the Old Testament isn’t constantly arranged this way. For example, in Judaism’s Hebrew Bible, the books of law precede (the Torah), followed by the former and latter prophets (a blend of prophets and history), followed by “the works” (a blend poetry, history, and prophetic books). In this plan, the last book is Chronicles, not Malachi. 8. There are at least 185 tunes in the holy bible. About 150 of these remain in the book of Psalms. (I state “about” due to the fact that there’s some debate as to whether a few of the separate Psalms were initially implied to be sung as one.) But throughout both the Old and New Testaments, individuals will sing songs about God or the events around them. And 185 is a bare minimum– that’s only if you count the portions of Bible that are particularly identified as “song,” “psalm,” “dirge,” or “chant.”. You can see the list (and infographic) here. 9. A few of the “First” and “Second” books were divided after they were written. I discussed in Fact # 3 that if the books of 1 & 2 Kings were combined, they would be the longest book of the Bible. I bring that up because 1 & 2 Kings were initially composed as one book. The very same goes for 1 & 2 Samuel and 1 & 2 Chronicles. Why did these books get divided? Because in the old days, they couldn’t print huge tomes for each book of the christian bible. It was tough to fit the extremely lengthy deal with one scroll– and even if the scroll was big enough for all that material, it would be too heavy to handle. So they broke some of the longer books down into 2 volumes. So the book of 2 Samuel is really more like the book of Samuel, sequel. 10. The authorship of Hebrews has stayed confidential for centuries. A number of books of the Old Testament were written by individuals unnamed. Custom does not recognize the authors of Joshua– Kings, Esther, or Job. Plus, many of the books with traditional authors assigned to them were most likely penned and edited by other people. For instance, while Jonah is the standard author of Jonah, there’s an excellent case to be made that some later scribe wrote this satire of the thoughtful God, the rebellious prophet, and the repentant cows. The church has actually been (approximately) consistent with appointing authors (or at least names of authors) to books in the New Testimony. Even works that are technically anonymous, like the Gospels, were so important that the early church leaders consistently designated their authorship to either the exact same standard person or a little group of prospects. However the book of Hebrews is a glaring exception. Authorship of this book has been disputed for centuries. Augustine made sure Paul composed it. Luther was persuaded it was the significant Apollos. Tertulian assigns the work to Barnabas. However we just do not understand. Granted, there appears to have actually always been a big group of Christians who question Simon Peter composed 2 Peter. However pseudepigraphy is a whole other ball of wax.;–RRB-. 11. The word “Trinity” is never pointed out in the Bible. Most Christians think that God forever exists in 3 persons: The Daddy, the Son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit. And all three are described as divine in Bible– in fact, I’ve discovered 20 times when the 3 of them are pointed out in the same verse. Nevertheless, do a word search: the word “Trinity” doesn’t show up. 12. The Bible was composed on three continents. The majority of was written in what is modern-day Israel (Asia). However some passages of Jeremiah were written in Egypt (Africa) and numerous Brand-new Testament epistles were written from cities in Europe. 13. There are 21 dreams recorded in the Bible. And most of them are had by 2 various men named Joseph! You can see the entire list here. 14. The book of James is the bossiest book of the Bible. If you make a list of words in each book of the holy bible and after that a list of commands in the exact same book, the book with the highest concentration of words is the book of James. By definition, a pastor is one who “shepherds his flock.” You know this indicates he preaches, officiates weddings and most likely has conferences in his office to describe some doctrinal question; however what is the role of pastor actually like? Here are 14 unexpected truths you may not know about pastors:. Hope typically. Request for discernment. Provide your dreams and hopes and desires to God and be obedient to what He is calling you to do!
That all being said, Christian Podcasting is hard. It takes effort, consistency, and a constant knowing and awareness. It brings on Spiritual Warfare, it makes the Opponent turn his head towards you and it triggers you to use up your armor and combat the good fight of faith. Christian Podcasting will probably test your willpower. It will cause you to decide if you genuinely lean on God, or if you lean on your own efforts (a mistake I have actually so sorely made and am learning from!) Podcasting for God’s glory will trigger you to discover a deeper reliance on Him. It will stimulate you on to want Him more. It will lead you deeper into the Word. Or, at least, it should. Because if you’re heart isn’t ideal with God, it will audibly end up being visible. Your pride will obstruct. You’ll become too concentrated on subscribers, evaluations, downloads, analytics. It will drive you bonkers … or, it will drive you closer to Jesus. Closer to understanding His grace, His salvation, His mercy, to knowing Him. And all while you’re learning more about Him better, you’ll be recorded. Your voice will be heard, and you will- by the Holy Spirit- draw others closer to Him. After deep reflection and prayer, here’s the nitty gritty to what it looks like to really begin a 24today podcast: The Cost Podcasting isn’t free. It’s not free concerning time and it’s not free in regards to money. The Expense of Your Time Depending on the length of the program, your set-up, and your modifying experience, the time it draws from concept to publishing an episode may vary. For me, 20 episodes in, each episode roughly takes 6-12 hours to produce. That includes: Sending an e-mail and corresponding back and forth with the prospective visitor Producing a 24today podcast format guide and assembling questions for the visitor (see listed below my format guide that I send to visitors). Recording the real interview (1 hour). Modifying (3-4 hours); this includes pausing and typing out notable quotes that I can further use in my show notes, and for social networks promotion. Publishing (copy writing, editing images, assembling program notes). Financial cost. This can vary depending upon what services you utilize, and if you have a Podcast Website. For me, I host my site on Squarespace (which I absolutely enjoy and would advise over WordPress or any other website building website). This costs a domain name of $99 a year. And $20-ish/month. You can use Squarespace to release and host your podcast media, however, I was encountering a few issues attempting to do that that I might not work around, so I opted to integrate an outdoors Publishing Website for that. I utilize BluBrry, which is another $20/ month. So monthly, my expense is approx $45/ month.
There are some ways to offset the costs:. Customers: I haven’t yet thought about advocates or have actually utilized Patreon, a popular artist-income site, but I’m prayerfully considering it in the future. Site Contributions: I could, also, utilize my Squarespace website to quickly add a contribution or support button in which visitors could support this ministry if they so pick. Affiliate Programs: I’ve signed up for Amazon Affiliates, which suggests I might possibly make a little commission (At definitely no extra expense to the buyer) if someone clicks one of my amazon links (like the ones in this post). Daily Grace Co. likewise has an affiliate program, as does ChristianBook. com and many more sites. Other Expenses: Equipment. EQUIPMENT. These are all the microphone alternatives I considered. Lavalier Microphones: good concept if you will be taping numerous in-person interviews, or producing YouTube videos in addition to your podcast. Rode smartlave+– plugs into phone. Rode videomic me– also plugs into phone. This Audio-Technica ATR2100-USB was going to be my 2nd option. It’s more affordable than the Blu Yeti (listed below) which I have, and I have actually heard it’s a terrific starting mic. It’s around $60-80. This Audio Technica AT2020USB+ would be my “next level” microphone up from the Blu Yeti that I presently have. So far, I haven’t seen any need to update. Blu Yeti USB Microphone- ** This is the one I have and I really like it so far! I also purchased a pop-filter for it (listed below), and I think it works so well. You definitely need to be around soft surfaces or it sounds echo-y, but otherwise no complaints! I can’t rave about this microphone enough. It plugs directly into my computer system, so I can easily record. Plus, the white one I have makes me feel uber podcast elegant. I usually tape-record simply myself, and after that connect with my visitor via Zoom (more on that listed below), however there is a mode on this microphone where you can tape dual methods, which is perfect for interviews in-person. Now, there are a lot more choices out there. You can purchase a sound converter box that can link two microphones together. (Or it’s called something like that). You can purchase more expensive microphones. But, I recommend starting with the Yeti. It’s a pretty penny- I believe around $150-200, however worth it. Headphones. You require headphones to listen to your recording or into your conversation, since the USB microphones steal the audio far from being able to play aloud from your computer system. Even if they didn’t steal the audio, you ’d wish to have headphones. Otherwise, you would more than likely record a truly odd echo or feedback loop. I went more affordable on my headphones and just purchased these:. I bought this set of $30 Sony MDRX11ONC earphones on amazon, and they work just fine! However there are a lot of headphone choices out there, of all price ranges:. The value is to get cushioned ones that do not permit the sound to leak out and your microphone to select it up again in the recording. RECORDING:. There are numerous methods to record Podcasts. Here’s a couple I recognize with:. Record Skype calls: Podcast Host’s link how to do that here. Tape with Zoom.us: I’ve been utilizing zoom.us to tape the conversations and connect with interviewees. It’s free and really easy! There’s a video option to utilize if required, however I typically simply chat with noise. Visitors can call in to a special contact number or download zoom totally free connect online. Use QuickTime as a back-up- I always utilize the free QuickTime on my Mac to double-record an episode, just in case. I’ve had to utilize this back-up alternative only once, however I’m glad I waited that way, too! Media Hosting to get podcast on itunes, ect. First, you require to decide if you will have a site to opt for your podcast. If so, you’ll have to set your website up. Once again, I use Squarespace. If you do not desire a site to go along with your online podcast, you can avoid the website establishing action. Second, determine where you will keep your media files (if using in conjunction with Squarespace), or where you will completely host your podcast (if not utilizing a website).
Places to host: Blubrry or Libsyn are top ones. I attempted Libsyn, but I got disappointed at how complex it seemed, so I switched to Blubrry. However, Libsyn has more choices to get onto a couple of select podcast players (with Blubrry, you can submit to Spotify.). iTunes, or Apple Podcasts is the most significant Podcast gamer thus far. To get on iTunes implies that your podcast will automatically sync to a couple of other major podcast gamers (Podbean, Overcast). To begin, go to iTunes Connect, here is where you will supply your RSS Feed. This RSS Feed you will get after you have produced your site to host your media (I discover mine on my Squarespace page) or after you sign up on Blubrry or Libsyn to host your media. If you are having guests on your program (because you also can do a solo program), here are some tips:. Plumb the depths of people who are professionals or who can contribute to your conversations beginning with people whom you do know initially.
Then, create meaningful social media interactions to get in touch with visitors you do not understand. Be familiar with them through their online presence. Read their books. Enjoy their media. Listen to other online podcast interviews of them, and after that send them the e-mail. If you do not get a reaction, try somebody else. If you get a “no”, it’s all right. There are more individuals out there. Attempt again. Then, once somebody accepts, send them your well-thought out concerns and some guidelines and instructions about your upcoming conversation. Here is a PDF of among mine I have actually sent. By definition, a pastor is one who “shepherds his flock.” You know this suggests he preaches, officiates weddings and most likely has conferences in his workplace to describe some doctrinal concern; but what is the role of pastor like Pastor Tom actually like? Here are 14 unexpected realities you may not know about pastors:. We combat the balance in between pleasing people and pleasing God every day. We do what we do since we like God … and individuals. Trying to please both is a typical factor for pastor burnout in part since individuals and God do not always desire the very same thing. Pleasing God wins, but living with the pressure of pleasing individuals can be exceptionally draining pipes. We frequently hear more negative than positive feedback. Individuals assume pastors get praised frequently for their great preachings. Not true. We hear problems often and quicker than we hear compliments. Healthy pastors can live without a great deal of compliments (at least they should have the ability to) however the truth is we frequently hear far more unfavorable than favorable feedback on the preaching, praise service, theological points, and so on. We say “no” because we enjoy our sheep. Pastors like Pastor Tom have families and lives too. We need to say “no” sometimes in order to be a great daddy, a present husband, a buddy or for self-care. When a pastor says “no” to a church occasion, it should not be received as a sign that the pastor does not enjoy the sheep, however as a protective measure for the higher good of the church body so the pastor can continue serving them well. Our households feel the weight of our calling more than they will ever inform you. My kids are young, yet they feel the weight I bring home at times. So does my partner. Pastor’s families are aware of what they do and even the youngest member will feel the weight of what it means to lead a church. Be mindful that pastors are not contacted us to serve without it affecting the household who is called, even if by default, to be in the ministry along with them.
Eating well, working out well and sleeping well is effort for us. Pastors are frequently selfless to a fault. We will faster go serve someone than to work out, sleep or prioritize self-care. While it might sound great for a pastor like Pastor Tom to be selfless and think about others first, there is a balance to be practiced or it will not benefit the pastor or the individual being served. A lot of us are “Expert Extroverts.” Pastors need to do a great deal of deep thinking and study. We are used to being alone and really love it (most of us). We enjoy our time with people too, however we are frequently professional extroverts, connecting to crowds and leading individuals out of a secondary set of gifts. We understand we could earn money better doing something else, however we don’t wish to. We can’t do anything else … we could … however we “can’t” because this is what we like the most and are called to do. We stay despite the fact that we do not constantly feel it. Having a calling is more than a feeling– we face that reality frequently. Spiritual warfare is a way of life. The devil hates all Christians. I utilized to say that there is no chance he “dislikes” or targets pastors more. But the longer that I do this, the more I realize that the prevalent effects from a leader who falls puts an automated target on the pastor’s back for the opponent to lob his arrows. Spiritual warfare is simply part of the occupational hazard for a pastor. We are constantly battling our own sin too. Pastors are far from ideal. We have our own sins that we are constantly battling. Be patient with us. Pray for us. It takes us about 7 days to “unplug” for a meaningful and real getaway. It is ACTUALLY tough for pastors to unplug. When we go on getaway, it can take up to a week for us to unwind prior to we are completely present. I try to take one two-week getaway a year just so that I can have one week where I am really unplugged. It is difficult for us to have buddies. Individuals presume we have lots of buddies. Most of us do not. Consider it– our church is our place of worship, our workplace and our buddy circle; not 3 various contexts– all the same one. The management role of “pastor” is not a hat that can be quickly reserved in those contexts. That makes it tough to have pals. We likewise have problem with individuals who treat us as a pal and not “pastor.” It is not impossible for us to have friends, but it takes effort and sometimes our buddies are not in the churches where we serve. We work more than one day a week. People joke with me (almost weekly?) that I “just work one day a week, what is the big deal?” I know they are joking, but it is certainly not true. Due to the majority of contemporary pastors like Pastor Tom being expected to fill functions that are both spiritual and administrative; the majority of us just have one day OFF a week. It takes a lot of intentionality for us to have two days off a week. Wish your pastor in this and if you can, help him have times or rest. He needs them. Our greatest happiness is when our sheep “Get it.” When people understand what we are discipling them towards, or when a person “gets” salvation, we enjoy it. That is why we do this. We want them to love Christ and we like it when they “Get it.”. We are rewarded by being welcomed into a complete spectrum of life’s big minutes. Consider it, what other functions get to be an intimate part of births, deaths, baptisms, marriages, salvations, spiritual vacations, struggles and success? A physician tends to births and deaths. A therapist tends to battles and success. A pastor has the benefit of being welcomed into a complete spectrum of the “minutes” in lives of individuals he likes and serves. It is deeply satisfying, and is the among the special presents that makes it all worthwhile.
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There's a great deal of actually fascinating stuff to learn more about the Bible beyond its core message. I'm keeping a running list of actually fascinating truths that I've learnt more about the holy bible -- feel free to comment with some that you think ought to make the list! 1. The Bible was written in three languages Those languages are Hebrew, Aramaic, and Greek. Most of our Old Testament was written in Hebrew, which was the language the original readers spoke. A couple of littles the Old Testimony were written Aramaic (looking at you, Ezra and Daniel). The New Testament was written in Greek, the commonly-spoken language of the time. If you 'd like to discover how to study the holy bible in these languages yourself, check out Zondervan Academic's certificate program. *. 2. The Bible has to do with 611,00 words long. In those original languages, the Bible's word count is about 611,000. That word count is not going to line up with your Bible though, for a couple of factors:. When translating the Bible from its original languages to English, translators tend to use more words to make clear the original author's point. Different translations word passages differently, which leads to a variation in word count. But nevertheless: it's interesting to think that while the bible is longer than Moby Cock, it's nowhere near as long a read as the Harry Potter saga. You can discover more about just how long the Bible is here. 3. The longest book of the Bible is Jeremiah. This prophet had a lot to say. He even wrote in the twentieth chapter of his book:. But if I state, "I will not mention his word or speak anymore in his name," his word remains in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; certainly, I can not. (Jeremiah 20:9). Given, Jeremiah is the longest book based on how we currently organize the books of the Bible. If we did it the traditional method, the two-part book of Kings would be the longest book. (See Truth # 9!). And if we did it actually, really, truly traditional, the five-part Torah (Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy) would dwarf all other contenders. This megabook alone comprises about one fifth of the entire Bible!
You can discover more about the longest books of the Bible here. 4. The fastest book of the Bible is 3 John. You can read this book in about one minute. The book right before it, 2 John, is the second-shortest book of the Bible. You can discover more about the shortest books of the Bible here. 5. The Bible was composed by more than 40 standard authors. The books of the Bible are typically credited to heroes of the Jewish and Christian faiths. Moses is provided credit for the first five books of the Bible, the majority of the prophets are given credit for the books named after them, etc . The reality is a bit messier than this, of course. Moses most likely didn't pen every word of Genesis-- Deuteronomy-- he passed away prior to a few of the occasions took place! And there's a good chance Jonah didn't compose Jonah, and Isaiah may have had some aid over the centuries, and so on and so forth. Plus, there are some books whose authors we just don't know. (See Reality # 10.). 6. The Bible was composed by people from varied occupational backgrounds. Parts of the Bible were composed by kings. Half of the Psalms, a great piece of Sayings, and Ecclesiastes appear to be penned by royalty. But other parts of the Bible are composed by farmers, fishermen, a tentmaker, homeless prophets, a doctor, a professional scribe, vocational artists, pastors, and so on 7. The books of the Old Testament are set up differently in Judaism. The English Bibles we utilize group the books of the Bible loosely by kind of literature. So in the Old Testament, you have the books of law first, then books about Israel's history in the promised land, then books of wisdom and poetry, then books by the prophets. But the Old Testament isn't always arranged by doing this. For example, in Judaism's Hebrew Bible, the books of law precede (the Torah), followed by the former and latter prophets (a mix of prophets and history), followed by "the writings" (a blend poetry, history, and prophetic books). In this arrangement, the last book is Chronicles, not Malachi. 8. There are at least 185 songs in the holy bible. About 150 of these remain in the book of Psalms. (I say "about" due to the fact that there's some dispute regarding whether a few of the different Psalms were originally meant to be sung as one.) However throughout both the Old and New Testaments, people will sing songs about God or the events around them. And 185 is a bare minimum-- that's only if you count the parts of Bible that are particularly identified as "song," "psalm," "dirge," or "chant.". You can see the list (and infographic) here. 9. Some of the "First" and "Second" books were divided after they were written. I mentioned in Fact # 3 that if the books of 1 & 2 Kings were combined, they would be the longest book of the Bible. I bring that up since 1 & 2 Kings were originally composed as one book. The same opts for 1 & 2 Samuel and 1 & 2 Chronicles. Why did these books get divided? Since in the old days, they couldn't print enormous tomes for each book of the christian bible. It was difficult to fit the very prolonged deal with one scroll-- and even if the scroll was big enough for all that content, it would be too heavy to handle. So they broke some of the longer books down into 2 volumes. So the book of 2 Samuel is really more like the book of Samuel, part two. 10. The authorship of Hebrews has actually remained anonymous for centuries. A number of books of the Old Testament were composed by people unnamed. Tradition does not identify the authors of Joshua-- Kings, Esther, or Task. Plus, much of the books with standard authors assigned to them were most likely penned and modified by other people. For instance, while Jonah is the traditional author of Jonah, there's a good case to be made that some later scribe wrote this satire of the compassionate God, the defiant prophet, and the repentant cows. The church has actually been (approximately) constant with designating authors (or at least names of authors) to books in the New Testimony. Even works that are technically confidential, like the Gospels, were so important that the early church leaders consistently appointed their authorship to either the exact same standard person or a small group of candidates. However the book of Hebrews is a glaring exception. Authorship of this book has actually been disputed for centuries. Augustine made sure Paul composed it. Luther was encouraged it was the significant Apollos. Tertulian appoints the work to Barnabas. However we simply don't know. Granted, there appears to have constantly been a big group of Christians who question Simon Peter composed 2 Peter. But pseudepigraphy is an entire other ball of wax.;--RRB-. 11. The word "Trinity" is never ever pointed out in the Bible. The majority of Christians believe that God permanently exists in three individuals: The Father, the Kid Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit. And all three are described as divine in Bible-- in fact, I have actually found 20 times when the 3 of them are pointed out in the very same verse. Nevertheless, do a word search: the word "Trinity" doesn't come up. 12. The Bible was written on 3 continents. The majority of was written in what is modern-day Israel (Asia). But some passages of Jeremiah were written in Egypt (Africa) and a number of Brand-new Testament epistles were written from cities in Europe. 13. There are 21 dreams tape-recorded in the Bible. And the majority of them are had by 2 different guys named Joseph! You can see the whole list here. 14. The book of James is the bossiest book of the Bible. If you make a list of words in each book of the christian bible and then a list of commands in the exact same book, the book with the greatest concentration of words is the book of James. By definition, a pastor is one who "shepherds his flock." You understand this suggests he preaches, officiates weddings and probably has meetings in his workplace to describe some theological question; but what is the function of pastor really like? Here are 14 surprising truths you may not know about pastors:. Pray often. Request for discernment. Give your dreams and hopes and desires to God and be loyal to what He is calling you to do!
That all being stated, Christian Podcasting is not easy. It takes effort, consistency, and a consistent knowing and awareness. It brings on Spiritual Warfare, it makes the Enemy turn his head towards you and it triggers you to take up your armor and fight the great battle of faith. Christian Podcasting will probably test your willpower. It will cause you to choose if you really lean on God, or if you lean on your own efforts (a mistake I have so sorely made and am learning from!) Podcasting for God's magnificence will cause you to discover a much deeper reliance on Him. It will spur you on to prefer Him more. It will lead you deeper into the Word. Or, a minimum of, it should. Since if you're heart isn't right with God, it will audibly become obvious. Your pride will get in the way. You'll end up being too concentrated on subscribers, reviews, downloads, analytics. It will drive you bonkers ... or, it will drive you closer to Jesus. Closer to knowing His grace, His redemption, His grace, to knowing Him. And all while you're being familiar with Him better, you'll be documented. Your voice will be heard, and you will- by the Holy Spirit- draw others closer to Him. After deep reflection and prayer, here's the nitty gritty to what it appears like to in fact begin a popular podcast: The Expense Podcasting isn't free. It's not free concerning time and it's not free in regards to loan. The Cost of Your Time Depending on the length of the show, your set-up, and your editing experience, the time it draws from concept to publishing an episode may differ. For me, 20 episodes in, each episode roughly takes 6-12 hours to create. That includes: Sending an e-mail and corresponding backward and forward with the potential visitor Producing a 24today podcast format guide and putting together concerns for the guest (see listed below my formatting guide that I send out to guests). Recording the real interview (1 hour). Editing (3-4 hours); this consists of pausing and typing out notable quotes that I can even more utilize in my program notes, and for social media promo. Publishing (copy writing, editing images, putting together show notes). Financial expense. This can differ depending upon what services you utilize, and if you have a Podcast Site. For me, I host my website on Squarespace (which I absolutely like and would recommend over WordPress or any other site building website). This costs a domain of $99 a year. And $20-ish/month. You can use Squarespace to release and host your online podcast media, nevertheless, I was running into a couple of issues trying to do that that I might not work around, so I opted to integrate an outside Publishing Site for that. I utilize BluBrry, which is another $20/ month. So monthly, my cost is approx $45/ month.
There are some methods to offset the costs:. Clients: I haven't yet considered fans or have used Patreon, a popular artist-income site, however I'm prayerfully considering it in the near future. Website Contributions: I could, also, use my Squarespace website to easily add a contribution or assistance button in which visitors could support this ministry if they so select. Affiliate Programs: I have actually registered for Amazon Affiliates, which implies I might potentially make a small commission (At absolutely no additional cost to the buyer) if somebody clicks one of my amazon links (like the ones in this post). Daily Grace Co. also has an affiliate program, as does ChristianBook. com and many more websites. Other Expenses: Equipment. EQUIPMENT. These are all the microphone options I considered. Lavalier Microphones: good idea if you will be tape-recording many in-person interviews, or developing YouTube videos together with your free podcast. Rode smartlave+-- plugs into phone. Rode videomic me-- likewise plugs into phone. This Audio-Technica ATR2100-USB was going to be my second alternative. It's cheaper than the Blu Yeti (listed below) which I have, and I've heard it's a fantastic beginning mic. It's around $60-80. This Audio Technica AT2020USB+ would be my "next level" microphone up from the Blu Yeti that I currently have. Up until now, I have not seen any requirement to update. Blu Yeti USB Microphone- ** This is the one I have and I really enjoy it so far! I also bought a pop-filter for it (below), and I think it works so well. You definitely need to be around soft surfaces or it sounds echo-y, but otherwise no complaints! I can't rave about this microphone enough. It plugs straight into my computer, so I can easily tape. Plus, the white one I have makes me feel uber podcast trendy. I generally tape-record simply myself, and then connect with my visitor by means of Zoom (more on that below), however there is a mode on this microphone where you can tape double ways, which is perfect for interviews in-person. Now, there are much more alternatives out there. You can purchase a sound converter box that can link 2 microphones together. (Or it's called something like that). You can purchase more expensive microphones. But, I suggest beginning with the Yeti. It's a pretty penny- I believe around $150-200, however worth it. Headphones. You need earphones to listen to your recording or into your conversation, due to the fact that the USB microphones steal the audio away from having the ability to play aloud from your computer system. Even if they didn't take the audio, you 'd want to have headphones. Otherwise, you would probably record a really odd echo or feedback loop. I went less expensive on my earphones and simply purchased these:. I bought this pair of $30 Sony MDRX11ONC earphones on amazon, and they work just great! However there are plenty of earphone choices out there, of all price varieties:. The importance is to get padded ones that don't allow the noise to permeate out and your microphone to choose it up once again in the recording. RECORDING:. There are numerous ways to record Podcasts. Here's a couple I recognize with:. Record Skype calls: Podcast Host's link how to do that here. Tape-record with Zoom.us: I have actually been using zoom.us to record the discussions and get in touch with interviewees. It's free and really easy! There's a video option to use if required, however I generally simply chat with noise. Visitors can contact to an unique telephone number or download zoom free of charge link online. Use QuickTime as a back-up- I constantly utilize the free QuickTime on my Mac to double-record an episode, just in case. I have actually needed to utilize this back-up alternative only once, but I'm glad I waited that way, too! Media Hosting to get podcast on itunes, ect. First, you require to decide if you will have a website to choose your podcast. If so, you'll have to set your site up. Once again, I use Squarespace. If you do not desire a site to accompany your 24today podcast, you can avoid the site setting up step. Second, find out where you will keep your media files (if using in conjunction with Squarespace), or where you will entirely host your podcast (if not using a site).
Places to host: Blubrry or Libsyn are top ones. I attempted Libsyn, however I got frustrated at how complex it seemed, so I switched to Blubrry. Nevertheless, Libsyn has more options to get onto a few choose podcast gamers (with Blubrry, you can submit to Spotify.). iTunes, or Apple Podcasts is the biggest Podcast gamer thus far. To get on iTunes suggests that your podcast will instantly sync to a couple of other major podcast players (Podbean, Overcast). To start, go to iTunes Link, here is where you will supply your RSS Feed. This RSS Feed you will get after you have actually produced your site to host your media (I find mine on my Squarespace page) or after you sign up on Blubrry or Libsyn to host your media. If you are having guests on your show (due to the fact that you likewise can do a solo program), here are some pointers:. Plumb the depths of people who are experts or who can add to your discussions beginning with people whom you do understand first.
Then, create significant social media interactions to get in touch with guests you do not understand. Learn more about them via their online existence. Read their books. Watch their media. Listen to other free podcast interviews of them, and then send them the email. If you don't get a response, try another person. If you get a "no", it's all right. There are more people out there. Try once again. Then, once someone accepts, send them your well-thought out questions and some standards and directions about your upcoming discussion. Here is a PDF of one of mine I've sent out. By definition, a pastor is one who "shepherds his flock." You understand this implies he preaches, officiates wedding events and most likely has conferences in his workplace to discuss some theological question; however what is the function of pastor like Pastor Tom really like? Here are 14 surprising facts you may not know about pastors:. We combat the balance between pleasing individuals and pleasing God every day. We do what we do since we love God ... and people. Trying to please both is a common reason for pastor burnout in part because people and God don't always want the very same thing. Pleasing God wins, but living with the pressure of pleasing people can be extremely draining. We often hear more negative than favorable feedback. Individuals assume pastors get applauded typically for their great preachings. Not true. We hear grievances often and more readily than we hear compliments. Healthy pastors can live without a great deal of compliments (at least they ought to have the ability to) however the reality is we typically hear much more negative than positive feedback on the preaching, worship service, theological points, and so on. We state "no" due to the fact that we like our sheep. Pastors like Pastor Tom have families and lives too. We have to say "no" sometimes in order to be an excellent father, a present hubby, a buddy or for self-care. When a pastor states "no" to a church event, it must not be gotten as a sign that the pastor does not like the sheep, but as a protective measure for the higher good of the church body so the pastor can continue serving them well. Our families feel the weight of our calling more than they will ever tell you. My kids are young, yet they feel the weight I bring home sometimes. So does my better half. Pastor's households are well aware of what they do and even the youngest member will feel the weight of what it suggests to lead a church. Be conscious that pastors are not called to serve without it impacting the household who is called, even if by default, to be in the ministry alongside them.
Consuming well, exercising well and sleeping well is hard work for us. Pastors are typically selfless to a fault. We will more quickly go serve somebody than to exercise, sleep or focus on self-care. While it might sound nice for a pastor like Pastor Tom to be generous and consider others initially, there is a balance to be practiced or it will not benefit the pastor or the individual being served. A lot of us are "Expert Extroverts." Pastors need to do a great deal of deep thinking and research study. We are utilized to being alone and in fact like it (the majority of us). We enjoy our time with individuals too, however we are typically professional extroverts, relating to crowds and leading people out of a secondary set of presents. We know we might earn money better doing something else, but we do not wish to. We can't do anything else ... we could ... but we "can't" because this is what we like the most and are contacted us to do. We remain although we do not constantly feel it. Having a calling is more than a sensation-- we face that reality regularly. Spiritual warfare is a way of life. The devil hates all Christians. I utilized to say that there is no chance he "hates" or targets pastors more. However the longer that I do this, the more I understand that the extensive effects from a leader who falls puts an automatic target on the pastor's back for the enemy to lob his arrows. Spiritual warfare is just part of the occupational hazard for a pastor. We are always battling our own sin too. Pastors are far from perfect. We have our own sins that we are always combating. Be patient with us. Pray for us. It takes us about seven days to "unplug" for a significant and true vacation. It is ACTUALLY difficult for pastors to disconnect. When we go on trip, it can use up to a week for us to loosen up prior to we are completely present. I try to take one two-week vacation a year just so that I can have one week where I am truly unplugged. It is difficult for us to have friends. Individuals presume we have lots of friends. Most of us do not. Think about it-- our church is our place of worship, our workplace and our pal circle; not three different contexts-- all the same one. The leadership function of "pastor" is not a hat that can be easily set aside in those contexts. That makes it hard to have buddies. We likewise battle with individuals who treat us as a good friend and not "pastor." It is possible for us to have buddies, but it takes effort and in some cases our friends are not in the churches where we serve. We work more than one day a week. Individuals joke with me (almost weekly?) that I "only work one day a week, what is the big deal?" I understand they are joking, but it is obviously not true. Due to many contemporary pastors like Pastor Tom being anticipated to fill roles that are both spiritual and administrative; most of us just have one day OFF a week. It takes a great deal of intentionality for us to have 2 days off a week. Wish your pastor in this and if you can, assist him have times or rest. He requires them. Our greatest joy is when our sheep "Get it." When people understand what we are discipling them toward, or when an individual "gets" salvation, we enjoy it. That is why we do this. We desire them to enjoy Christ and we like it when they "Get it.". We are rewarded by being welcomed into a complete spectrum of life's big minutes. Think about it, what other functions get to be an intimate part of births, deaths, baptisms, marital relationships, salvations, spiritual vacations, struggles and triumphes? A physician tends to births and deaths. A counselor tends to battles and triumphes. A pastor has the privilege of being welcomed into a complete spectrum of the "minutes" in lives of individuals he loves and serves. It is deeply rewarding, and is the among the special gifts that makes it all beneficial.
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