I learned this week that you shouldn't comment about Harry Potter unless you are ready to get verbally burned at the stake.
My comment was simply: "After talking with a local Wiccan about the dark symbolism in Harry Potter, I'm very glad my mom wrote a note to my fourth grade teacher that she didn't want me to read it..
...and 18 comments later, a couple of which using words like "ignorant. rancitiy. fundamentalist pretension", I am sure glad I wasn't looking for a debate...
The saddest part about the whole thing is not that a overwhelming majority LOVE a film/book series that a Wiccan believes to be extremely beneficial to promote the practice and belief in magic.
The saddest part is that claiming SOMETHING, rather than agreeing with everything makes me 'close-minded'.
OBU and Arthur Holmes taught me that "All truth is God's truth". But not all truth is worth believing/worshipping just because it has the glimmer of God within it.
The biggest argument I hear about Harry Potter being God's truth is the theme of "love concurs all" woven throughout the 78 books and films.
I love sandwiches, I love my husband, and I love life itself...
But as much as I love things and people and even God, love itself can not stop the grave.
Love is a great virtue to emphasize, JK Rowling.
But 'love' did not conquer death, Christ did.
The spiritual climate of Louisville, (where two Wiccans openly discuss practicing magic next to a couple having a bible study in the local coffee shop), has made me realize how important it is for me to actually believe things. and not be ashamed of having beliefs- especially in the Gospel which was authored before creation as indisputable Truth. and thank God for that!
Regardless, the post was not about beliefs or the spiritual relevance of HP but rather about my mom making a wise choice when I was child. waytobe, mom.