#credits to chester for this whole idea!! i might have put in some elements but the main idea is theirs!!!!

[kittyboones]

Title: Apprentice Amusement

Relationship(s): Kitty Davies (Self-Insert) x Neville Longbottom, Kitty Davies & Rubeus Hagrid

 Summary: Kitty begs Hagrid to be an apprentice for him, to get experience with working with magical creatures, and when Kitty has to take care of some of the lake creatures, Kitty gets help from her herbologist friend.

Notes: This was heavily inspired by an idea by my friend Chester/ @fritillary​, so uhm credits to them for the idea. I just wrote the thing and gave it a trademark of my awkward writing.

Word count: 2458

Warnings: Very awkward teen interactions between two lovestruck idiots (kitty & neville), I can't write, too much dialouge

“Hagrid, pretty please, I just want to be better in care of magical creatures! It’s the only subject I really care about my grade in! You’re also the only teacher who doesn’t scare or confuse me! Pretty please let me be your apprentice, even just for one day!” The short Gryffindor jumped up and down, holding onto their hands tightly like a begging motion. Hagrid shook his head, not wanting to answer as he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to have a student as an apprentice and didn’t want to either lie or disappoint the young Gryffindor that was practically chasing him and begging to be an apprentice. “I can’t promise that you can be an apprentice, sorry Katherine,” Hagrid apologized, his feet leading him to his hut. Kitty, still jogging after the half-giant, continued on about how they needed good grades or they would never be accepted as either a magizoologist or a care of magical creatures professor in the future, which was their biggest dream and aspiration in life.

“Hagrid, I’ll do anything! I’ll take care of Fluffy or your acromantula! Please, I just want to be your apprentice!” The shorter Gryffindor student had begged one last time before Hagrid turned around, his hands up in the air. “Alright, but don’t go around telling students or professors about it!” At the request acceptance, Kitty cheered to themselves and did a small dance. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Professor Hagrid! I promise you won’t regret it! i’ll be the best apprentice in the whole world!”

Rubeus let out a heavy sigh, worried that they might go around telling anyone who listens, knowing of how much the young student talks once they get the opportunity. “I promise  no one except us two and maybe Ferris will know about this!” The shorter female beamed before giving their instructor a quick embrace, before running away, to tell their beloved Niffler that was most likely stealing any shiny thing it came across in the castle.

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“Alright, what I’ll need you to do, Davies, is to feed some of the creatures in the lake.” Gulping upon hearing Hagrid’s command, they sheepishly scratched their neck. “But Hagrid, how am I going to feel them? Aren’t they underwater? How do I get them up here? Also uhm, I can’t, well uh, you see I can’t swim, swim into the lake nonetheless. I would drown!”

Hagrid was quiet for a few seconds before remembering how Kitty was close to a certain student who had a green finger. “Aren’t ye friends with that Herbology prodigy, Longbottom? Wouldn’t he possibly know of any plants or herbs to help you stay underwater?” Kitty, just like Hagrid had done seconds before, turned quiet. A light red hue coloring their cheeks, as they continue scratching their neck, trying to find the words. “Well, uhm, I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised. I think he helped Harry a few months back, during the underwater tournament challenge.” Kitty spoke, looking onto the lake in front of them, remembering how Neville had freaked out over supposedly killing Harry, and then had seconds later found out that Harry didn’t die, and came out alive.

Kitty remembered hanging around Harry that night and Neville telling Harry about Gillyweed. A slight smile overcame Kitty’s lips as they remembered Neville and Harry’s conversation that night, and how Neville had rambled on about some herbologist in Nepal. “Well, why don’t you ask him for some help with the whole underwater herb thing?” An exhale left Kitty’s mouth and they stood up, before bidding Hagrid a goodbye, making her way to find her favorite Herbology genius. 

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Footsteps inching towards the Herbology classrooms, that were located at the Greenhouses, Kitty found herself nervously playing with the slightly large arm hems on their coat. They took a few more breaths, before walking to the door and reaching to open it, until- “OW!” Kitty rubbed her forehead, lying on the ground, as her gaze flew upwards, landing on a pair of worried hazel eyes. “Katherine! I uhm, I mean Kitty, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were there, uhm,” Neville stopped talking, holding his hand out so Kitty could take it.

Looking at his hand and grabbing it quickly, Kitty stood up and started patting her skirt. “Are you alright? You didn’t get hurt right?” Her eyes flew upwards again, and her cheeks suddenly reddened, remembering how Neville had just opened the door in Kitty’s face. “Yeah, yeah, I’m.. fine, I’m fine. I don’t think I’m bleeding or that any limbs are broken, hah.. ha..” Kitty laughed quietly, looking down in embarrassment.

They both stood in an awkward silence, the shorter Gryffindor’s cheeks a crimson color as they flustered by the whole situation. “Err, well, ok now that this is extremely awkward, would you mind if I asked you for a favor, Neville?” Kitty peered up at the taller male in front of her, her hands finding their way to her neck to scratch it self-consciously. “I, erm, alright, depends on what it is though..”

“Really? Uhm, alright, I need help finding Gillyweed, for uhm a project I’m working on..” Neville’s eyes stared straight at Kitty, his lips curling slightly up, forming a small smile. “Gillyweed? Can I ask what kind of project? Is it about herbology?” The herbology prodigy’s eyes light up and a smile was formed on his lips, making butterflies erupt in Kitty’s stomach.

“You can’t tell anyone about it, but it’s uhm.. I asked Hagrid to be, hm.. kind of his apprentice, and I’m supposed to take care of some of the creatures in the Black Lake, but thing is.. I would most likely drown if I were to go down there, without using Gillyweed or some kind of spell,” Kitty spoke, using her hands to be more expressive. “and I don’t know any spells.” Kitty added, going back to scratching her neck bashfully, at the same time as Neville gave a nod of understandment, as he didn’t know any spells either that could help his classmate with that exact task.

“I guess I could help you with that, I think I know just the spot it might be at.” Neville spoke, his voice almost confident, but it still quivered a few times. “Really?! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Nevy!” In the bliss of the moment of Neville accepting her request, Kitty jumped up and hugged him, her hands wrapped his neck, causing Neville to jump back in surprise. The shorter Gryffindor realized what they did and took a step away. “Sorry, I just got a bit too happy, I didn’t expect you to accept.. teehee..” A sheepish laugh escaped her mouth and just like earlier, her neck was scratched bashfully, as Neville scratched his upper arm, just as bashfully. “It’s ok, I-I just didn’t expect it, is all,” Neville responded, giving a small smile to her.

“Well, uhm do you have any plans right now or do you want to go get some Gillyweed?” The two shared a look before Neville accepted the offer of going looking for the plant they were in need of. Kitty, out of habit, linked their arms, and the two headed off to find some salt water.

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“Ok, so it’s green and in the water.. Sounds like an unique look.” Kitty commented, in a sarcastic tone, earning a short laugh from Neville, who stood a few feet away. The two had spent their day shoveling through the dirt in the edges of the Black Lake, not having found any Gillyweed yet. “I thought it would be around here..” Neville had mumbled to himself, but Kitty heard it and let a tired sigh out. Kitty stood up, looking at Neville. “Sorry for wasting your time, you probably could be doing something way more exciting that helping me find some plant that isn’t even here..” Kitty apologized and shamefully hung her head, expecting Neville was bored out of his mind.

Neville peered up and tilted his head. “It’s not your fault that the Gillyweed isn’t here. And honestly, I know this might now sound exciting to you,” Neville paused, looking down again, his cheeks a bit red. “but I think looking for plants with you is… fun.” He added quietly, before giving Kitty a paltry smile. Once again, Kitty’s stomach filled with butterflies and felt like she was flying.

“I think looking for plants with you is fun too.. I mean, I don’t generally find magical plants as fun as you may do, but.. If i could either spend all my time with you, looking after some weed that might not even be here, or to have some epic adventure with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, I think by the time we got inside, I would rather shake and shiver like a dog from standing in this water for so long.” Kitty replied, before putting her hand down in the water again. Suddenly, an expression of excitement and shock overcame her features and a plant was ripped out of the mud.

“I got it! I got it! I got Gillyweed! Wait, Neville, is this what a Gillyweed looks like?” Neville ran through the water, Kitty doing a little victory dance. Inspecting the plant, a sigh of astonishment, Neville put a hand on Kitty’s shoulder. “Yeah, that’s a gillyweed.. Now you can do your.. What did you need it for again?” Neville tilted his head, still grinning at the Gillyweed in her hands.  “My apprentice task that Hagrid gave me, I need to take care of the lake creatures, and now since I have the Gillyweed, I won’t drown while doing so, yay!”

Kitty turned to Neville and quickly attacked him with a hug, making Neville jump back in response, making them both fall into the water. Neville, lying on his back, groaned as Kitty fell on top of him, who let out a laugh. “Sorry, I got too excited again..” Neville accepted the apology, and the two of them shared a quick glance, before Kitty got up, and stretched out a hand for Neville, which he gratefully took. “We should.. Probably go back inside, to

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Undressing until they were in their swimsuit, Kitty grumbled to themselves about how cold it was outside, before neatly putting their clothes by their other belongings on the shore. Gently humming to a quiet beat they remembered from a song their parents always played, Kitty enjoyed the quiet atmosphere around them and looked over the water, feeling a bit tense about swimming in it. “Ki-Kitty?” Jumping back, their attention now on the voice that startled them, Kitty noticed Neville, who upon noticing them wear a swimsuit stopped dead in his tracks, before giving a small wave.

“Uh hi, Nev.. Do you need anything or..?” Kitty trailed off, suddenly feeling kind of insecure as Neville very slowly approached them. «I just wanted to make sure the Gillyweed worked, so you don't.. Drown out there. I know it worked with Harry, but still, it could possibly give you some other effects, since you're a girl and Harry was a guy… Sorry, stupid thought, it most likely works w-” Kitty let out a more relaxed sigh, before making their way towards Neville. 

“I uhm... You could stay and watch me if you want.. But only if you want, though.” Kitty suggested in a quiet voice, not sure whether it would be weird of him to watch them swim, and mentally slapped themselves. Neville was quiet for a moment before giving a light smile. “I uh, I can watch you.. To see if the Gillyweed has any different side effects on you!” Neville quickly added, his cheeks beginning to fluster. 

Kitty was happy to spend so much time with Neville. Sure they already did, but it was mainly just when Hermione, Ron or Harry, Seamus AND Dean were busy, so the two of them finally hanging out on their own initiative made their heart flutter. 

“I should probably eat the Gillyweed and get into the water.. I don't have all day to take care of those creatures, am I right..” Kitty joked, before turning around and walking towards the water. Even if they were scared of both the Black Lake and the concept of swimming in general, Kitty forced themselves into the freezing water, which made them shiver heavily.

Neville shouted something but Kitty couldn't hear it, but turned around either way and gave a thumbs up, which they regretted in retrospect. Continuing into the water, it started getting more shallow and shallow underneath their feet as they took another step into the water.

The Gillyweed didn't look like a delicacy, but the ability to breathe underwater was the only reason Kitty had decided to eat it. Gagging at the taste, before they looked down and noticed how their fingers and toes were all connected.

Petting , feeding and tending to the creatures in the lake didn’t take long before Kitty swam their way up to shore and walked towards Neville. They conversed for a few minutes, waiting for the side effects to wear off. “So, how long did I take?” Kitty asked, their gaze on the ocean as they felt Neville watch them. They would have turned to look at him back, but simply felt a bit too scared.

Neville stayed quiet and Kitty hesistated before repeating the question, making him seem like he was snapping out of a trance. “Sorry.. I was uh, just thinking about something.. I think you were in the water for half an hour? I could be wrong though..” The wet Gryffindor let out a light laugh and expressed how it felt like it only lasted a few minutes, making their friend respond in the same way by laughing. For a short while it stayed quiet, the two of them just staring at each other, no words being spoken.

“Guess I could take 'using Gillyweed to be like a Mermaid' off my bucket list now." Kitty joked, earning a small laugh by Neville, who handed his robe to them. “Erm, do you want to go to the common room and study, or do homework, if you haven't done it?” Tensing up, Kitty suddenly remembered they had homework that they definitely didn't do earlier that was due in a few days, and their eyes widened. “I forgot we had homework!”

Running towards the castle, desperately trying to keep Neville's robe from falling off their shoulders, as their classmate followed after, trying to catch up with them.“Kitty, Wa.. Wait up!” The two ran off towards the gryffindor common room, before Kitty ran in the opposite direction, yeling about forgetting their stuff.

[cabiba]

If you ask most people with only a passing knowledge of Christianity to explain the differences between Roman Catholicism and Protestantism, they’ll probably mention communion. Catholics believe the bread and wine literally turn into the body and blood of Jesus Christ, while for Protestants the ritual is merely symbolic. Something like that? Martin Luther would have been horrified.The man credited with kickstarting the Protestant Reformation 500 years ago this month very much believed in the ‘real presence’ of Christ’s body and blood when Christians take communion. Among other things, Luther took issue with the Catholic church’s particular doctrine of transubstantiation, an attempt to square the miracle with Aristotelian metaphysics, but he certainly did not question the miracle itself. The Swiss reformer Ulrich Zwingli did suggest communion was more commemorative than ‘effective’, an idea that rubbed off on the hot-and-cold English Reformation. But even John Calvin, the most intellectually thorough reformer, maintained that the bread and wine were visible signs of Christ’s spiritual presence, not props in an empty ritual.To modern ears, of course, ‘spiritually present’ sounds a lot like ‘not really present’. Something that is not literally true is just not true. For the reformers, however, the spiritual was very real – and Christ’s spiritual presence was therefore no less miraculous than the gorier Catholic version. But the details mattered, because religion was not only a matter of life and death; it was more important than that. It was about eternity.As a young monk visiting Rome, Luther had been shocked at the worldliness of his fellow Catholics. There were smirky rumours that Roman priests mumbled under their breath as they celebrated Mass, ‘Panis es, panis manebis, vinum es, vinum manebis’ – you are bread and wine and will stay that way. At least that’s Latin. Luther’s direct experience was of priests who didn’t even know the mother tongue of the Church, rushing congregants along as they went through the motions carelessly and making a mockery of the whole thing (1).

Luther saw priests who didn’t even know the mother tongue of the Church, rushing congregants along as they went through the motions, making a mockery of the service

This is not to say ordinary Catholics were not pious, but to Luther and other reformers, the Church itself seemed far too at home in the world, with little apparent need for or interest in a supernatural God, except as an idea useful for wringing money out of the gullible masses, rich and poor. At the risk of stating the obvious, the Reformation was all about God.

Looking back on how the Reformation had swept from Wittenberg and thrown all Christendom into turmoil, Luther downplayed his own agency: ‘I simply taught, preached, and wrote God’s Word; otherwise I did nothing. And while I slept, or drank Wittenberg beer with my friends Philip and Amsdorf, the Word so greatly weakened the papacy that no prince or emperor ever inflicted such losses upon it. I did nothing; the Word did everything’. (2)

So the Reformation is best understood as a religious revival rather than a mere reform movement. It was emphatically not about bringing Christianity up to date. Calvin wrote to his Catholic antagonist Cardinal Sadoleto, ‘our agreement with antiquity is far closer than yours’. The Reformation was an attempt to ‘renew that ancient form of the church’ that had been ‘distorted by illiterate men’ and ‘was afterwards flagitiously mangled and almost destroyed by the Roman Pontiff and his faction’ (3).

It was not only a revival in the sense of a return to orthodoxy, however, but also in the sense of a popular religious movement. And it was not intellectual hair-splitting or indeed umbrage at flagitious mangling that inspired thousands and then millions of Christians to embrace religious reform: it began as a powerful appeal to individual believers as persons. While the role of the printing press in driving the Reformation is rightly celebrated, arguably an even greater vehicle of reform was the sermon. The sermon was not a staple part of a medieval Catholic church service for ordinary Christians. For the most part, people showed up, heard priests mumble in Latin, swallowed their communion bread (the wine was just for priests, so the plebs wouldn’t spill it) and left. In contrast, the reformers preached to them, talking in their own language about things they had perhaps never thought about before. Some people, at least, seem to have loved it.

It is an oft-noted irony that the Reformation in many ways paved the way for secular modernity – individualism, capitalism, even atheism – but the irony may be deeper than is often appreciated. Jean Delumeau, the French historian of the Catholic Church, sees both the Reformation and the Catholic counter-Reformation (through which the Church cleaned up its act in various ways) as aspects of Christianisation, moving away from a popular medieval religiosity that was not far from paganism (4).

What if it were not simply a case of a religious movement unwittingly speeding the demise of religion, but of Christianity properly establishing itself in Europe for the first time? The seeds of secularism would then be less an accidental consequence of a disruption of the established order than something essential to Christianity itself. Something like this is argued by Theo Hobson in his recent book God Created Humanism (5). In any case, the essence of Christianity was very much at stake in the debates surrounding the Reformation.

In Why the Reformation Still Matters, Christian authors Tim Chester and Michael Reeves emphasise that the issue was not simply the corruption and worldliness of the Roman Catholic Church: ‘The problem was not a moral issue – the Reformers accepted that on Earth and in history the church would always have elements of corruption. The issue was theological. Luther had described justification by faith as “the article by which the church stands or falls”. Since the medieval Catholic Church was denying justification by faith through its teaching and practice, it was fallen.’ (6)

But perhaps morality and theology cannot be so easily separated. Luther’s theology arose from an intense psychological struggle, and it was that struggle that led him to the issue of ‘justification by faith’. Karl Marx famously described religion as ‘the opium of the masses’, and less famously as ‘the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world’. The point was not that religion dupes people, so much as that it comforts them in their misery. But the young Luther’s faith was anything but comforting. He felt deeply, personally convicted of sin – not in a trivial sense of guilt about particular transgressions, but in a more existential sense.

When Jesus was asked which commandment was the most important of all, he answered, ‘you shall love the lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength’, and ‘you shall love your neighbour as yourself’. What would that mean in practice? And when you think about it, how can anyone possibly live up to it? How do you make yourself love a distant, mysterious entity you can never be completely sure even exists? And how can you care about every Tom, Dick and Harriet you bump into as much as you care about yourself? Never mind. Christianity is a religion for sinners, not saints. And Jesus died for our sins. So, nothing to worry about?

The Catholic Church taught that Jesus saves sinners’ souls, but it also asked the sinners to do their bit. One Our Father, 10 Hail Marys, something for the collection box. That stuff about love, too, sure. And it wasn’t shy about suggesting their salvation depended on it. As Patrick Collinson puts it in describing Luther’s early years in the monastery, ‘The sermons Luther heard and the theology he was taught made salvation a matter of God’s grace, not something that could be bought with a virtuous life. But for grace to work it was necessary for a man to do what he could from his side of the equation: facere quod in se est [do what you can]. How could Luther know that he had ever tried enough?’ (7)

We might say that Christian faith in God is like a child’s response to its parents’ love, its recognition not of their existence but of their status as parents

Relief finally came when Luther decided there was no Biblical warrant for that nasty bit of Latin. The Scriptures, and in particular Paul’s letter to the Romans, taught that Christians are justified by faith alone. They are imputed with the righteousness of Christ, regardless of their own sin. It is an entirely external thing and it comes first, before they are expected to do good works in loving response, and with the help of the Holy Spirit. For Luther, this was the best news since the gospel itself.

The best secular analogy might be the difference between a parent telling his or her child, ‘I love you. Now do your best,’ and saying, ‘Do your best. And then I’ll decide if you’re worthy of my love’. According to a certain ‘economic’ logic, the latter approach should incentivise better behaviour, but if you know anything about human beings, you know the opposite is true.

But what about justification ‘by faith’? Is this not just another kind of qualification, requiring something of the sinner in return for justification? One of Luther’s early adversaries was Cardinal Cajetan, sent by the Pope to confront him at the Diet of Augsburg in 1518, where the question of faith was pivotal. Lyndal Roper explains: ‘Luther argued that the sacraments [such as communion] were ineffective without faith, while Cajetan insisted that they were valid in and of themselves; indeed, as the cardinal argued, since one could never be entirely sure of one’s faith, it was vitally important that the sacraments did not depend on it.’ (8)

This brings us to an important clarification about the meaning of faith in the Protestant tradition. In his book Calvin and the Christian Life, Michael Horton notes: ‘Calvin recognises that “unbelief is… always mixed with faith” in every Christian. He frequently reminds us that it is not the quality of faith, but the object of faith, that justifies. “Our faith is never perfect… we are partly unbelievers.”’ (9). It is the object of faith, God, who bears the burden.

Returning to the parent-child analogy, we might say that Christian faith in God is like a child’s response to his or her parents’ love, his or her recognition not of their existence but of their status as parents. A child’s dinner is ‘effective’ regardless of how he or she feels about it. But the love of a parent, which is sometimes manifested in the form of dinner, steadily elicits something else in the child. Trust, gratitude, reciprocal love, even – the things that make Christmas more than a transfer of expensive objects from parent to child. But a loving parent does not test the child’s feelings for authenticity. Most reformers were content to accept the fact that some congregants would not be faithful: in the spirit of Jesus’ parable of the tares, they would allow the weeds to grow along with the wheat till harvest time.

In this respect, there is an important distinction between the mainstream, so-called magisterial Reformation and the ostensibly more radical, Anabaptist tradition. Anabaptist means ‘rebaptised’ – because they believed Christians should be baptised as adults, making a conscious decision to embrace Christianity rather than simply being born into it as babies. There were various Anabaptist sects, including some socially radical ones that were later claimed as harbingers of the age of political revolution, though it is the pacifist, separatist wing of that tradition that survives in the likes of the Mennonites today.

Far from bringing about the ‘disenchantment’ of Europe, the Reformation imbued everyday life for Christians with new meaning

In world historical terms, the magisterial Reformation was far more important. The name comes from the fact that the Lutherans and Calvinists sought the support of the secular powers, whether princes or magistrates. That was how they were able to ‘turn’ whole cities, provinces and even countries Protestant without unleashing anarchy. Luther argued that princes had the right to act as ‘emergency bishops’, reforming the faith and society in line with reformed teaching (10). Separation of church and state it was not, but it did affirm the legitimacy of territorial, secular authority, beginning the process that would lead to the development of the modern nation state, whose people are citizens by default and not by choice.

Observing that the Anabaptists sought a ‘pure church’, Luther once commented: ‘But I neither can nor may as yet set up such a congregation; for I do not as yet have the people for it.’ (11) He was unwittingly anticipating his countryman Bertolt Brecht, who four centuries later suggested ironically that the East German Communist government should dissolve its unsatisfactory people and elect another. The Reformation was about preparing for the Kingdom of God, not establishing it.

And arguably it was the reformers confidence in the Kingdom of God that allowed them to affirm the value of the mundane, material world, and the validity of secular ‘callings’. Anticipating Adam Smith this time: ‘When we pray, “Give us this day our daily bread,” Luther says, God answers it “not directly as when he gave manna to the Israelites, but through the work of farmers and bakers”. They are God’s “masks”.’ (12) In attending to their own work as businessmen, tradesmen and labourers, or indeed mothers, cleaners and servants, ordinary Christians were no less holy than priests and monks.

Arguably then, far from bringing about the ‘disenchantment’ of Europe, the Reformation imbued everyday life for Christians with new meaning. Of course, it would have been experienced very differently by its leaders and their enthusiastic followers, for whom it was a kind of personal awakening and psychological liberation, and those simply carried along in its wake, for many of whom it would have meant unwelcome disruption to no obvious purpose. Of course, the Reformation also led to vicious wars that lasted generations, but then Catholic Europe before that had hardly been noted for its Christian peace and harmony. The Reformation also imbued bloody power struggles with new meaning.

Ultimately it is impossible to say what would have happened had the Reformation never happened, or had it happened very differently. Looking back on what was significant about it at the time, however, it is possible to see it less as a bridge between the medieval and modern worlds than as reminder that the human story is more complicated than that. It was an historical process that involved both deep personal introspection and engagement with interwoven traditions of human thought going back millennia (partly made possible by the earlier Renaissance).

It also reflected both a persistent human intuition that there is more to life than animal existence and a yearning to transcend the merely human. Given the persistence of religion across much of the world, it remains to be seen whether those things will ever be fully secularised. In any case, anyone willing to take seriously the various debates and controversies thrown up over the course of the Reformation will find that in perhaps surprising ways they remain deeply relevant to the question of what it is to be human and how we ought to live.

Dolan Cummings is a writer based in London. He is the author of That Existential Leap: A Crime Story is published by Zero Books. (Buy this book from Amazon(UK).)

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(1) Young Man Luther, by Erik Erikson, WW Norton, 1993.

(2) Calvin on the Christian Life: Glorifying and Enjoying God Forever, by Michael Horton, Crossway, 2014.

(3) Calvin on the Christian Life: Glorifying and Enjoying God Forever, by Michael Horton, Crossway, 2014.

(4) The Reformation: a history, by Patrick Collinson, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2003.

(5) God Created Humanism, by Theo Hobson, SPCK, 2017.

(6) Why the Reformation Still Matters, by Tim Chester and Michael Reeves, Crossway, 2016.

(7) The Reformation: a history, by Patrick Collinson, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2003.

(8) Martin Luther: Renegade and Prophet, by Lyndal Roper, Bodley Head, 2016.

(9) Calvin on the Christian Life: Glorifying and Enjoying God Forever, by Michael Horton, Crossway, 2014.

(10) Martin Luther: Renegade and Prophet, by Lyndal Roper, Bodley Head, 2016.

(11) Calvin on the Christian Life: Glorifying and Enjoying God Forever, by Michael Horton, Crossway, 2014.

(12) Calvin on the Christian Life: Glorifying and Enjoying God Forever, by Michael Horton, Crossway, 2014.