Harry Potter has the Gospel written all over it.
And this may effectively end this blog. But, just hear me out! I am not condoning witchcraft. I am only here for defense against the dark arts and I would never join the death eaters. We went to Harry Potter world last week and I was just so blown away by the attention to detail. This whole world that was created made me remember some things that I cannot get out of my head. So go with me here.
Harry Potter was the first series of books I read for fun as an adult. All the other books were for school, and lets be honest I read enough of them to get by. I had to have surgery on both my shoulders in my 20’s (thanks to horses) and got tired of watching TV during my recovery. I decided one day to go find a book to read at Barnes and Nobles (this was before Amazon). Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone was it. I got lost in the series. I tried to convince Jesse to let me name Sydney, Hermione, and decorate her room in Harry Potter. That was a no from him. And yes I was the person waiting at midnight for the next book to come out, and the movies and all the things.
Oh yes we did! Brock had his robe from when he went with Grandad Curtis and Gammy Sue, but our first stop in Diagon Ally was the robe shop so I could get one to match.
I just loved the story of how this downtrodden boy gets rescued and put into this world that is beyond anything he could have dreamed of. Full of people who love him, mentors and family. He was also gifted with abilities that were beyond explanation. It made me long for the same kind of letter to show up on my doorstep. Something that said, “Life is more than you can possibly imagine!” Or something like, “You are a witch Sarah, and thumping good one I’d wager!”
Laycie, Sydney, Brock and I on the Gringott’s ride. Where is Jesse? That’s right, not riding ANY rides.
And guess what? A letter did show up that said just that. Ok, ok, before you SMH at me, let me explain. One day I was sitting in church, not really sure why I was there and I heard, “Come to me all who are weary and carry heavy burdens and I will give you rest.” That hit me at just the right moment. I was tired of what I was carrying and I needed someone to save me from it. I needed someone to say that life on earth was not the end. There was more than I could ever imagine. I hadn’t just gotten a letter to Hogwarts. When I believed in what Jesus said I got my ticket to Eternal life with Him. Jeez, that sounds cheesy, but you get what I am trying to say.
Brock and I on Hagrid’s motorbike.
It’s no mistake that JK Rowling would tell a story about that the downtrodden needing saving and a great battle against the dark arts. That story is written on every humans heart. Whether you believe in Jesus or not you know the story. We are all made in God’s image so of course we all know His story. Weak made strong. Captive set free. Lost is found. Being a believer in Jesus, now I can see how everyone is telling God’s story, you just have to look for it.
And sure, we are careful to remember the difference between the Authority of the Bible and a story written to capture the imagination. We talk about how people get lost in messing around with the occult and God says that is very dangerous. But we also teach our kids to look for God’s story in every image bearer because you might be the one to deliver their letter to heaven. JEZZ I am a so cheesy today! I am sorry!
Brock trying to talk the Fat Lady into letting him into Griffindor Tower. Sydney, Laycie and I rode the Journey through Hogwarts ride.