With the election around the corner, and (appropriately?) Halloween this weekend, I am feeling the need for something a little different. Therefore I offer a piece I wrote some time ago (before the social media buttons were installed, so ignore those). For those of you who know me for my political writing, well, forgive a little writing of a different character:
I can date precisely when my dangerous dalliance with Harry Potter began.
I had seen the news stories, of course, which mostly consisted of long lines of nerdy boys and girls waiting outside of bookstores each year in glasses and striped ties. Since Harry Potter bears a striking resemblance to the title character of Where’s Waldo?, I could not tell whether these were Harry Potter release parties or Where’s Waldo? conventions — which would, it seemed to me, be exactly contrary to the spirit of Where’s Waldo? But no sooner had I begun to separate Harry and Waldo in my mind than I was informed by these reports that I, as a Christian, was supposed to be Gravely Concerned about Harry Potter’s corrupting force upon children.