Flaming Swords


Flaming Swords


It has been several years since Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was in my lap, therefore some details had slipped my mind, and the British English dialogue is not always easy to understand (and one can’t say “huh?” and have it repeated), but HP7 Part 2 seemed quite faithful to the book. It did seem to me that in the final battle there was something about a mirror reflecting the wand’s ray so that morally the Dark Lord's death was self-inflicted -- signifying for Harry, if not innocence, at least not guilty. Not sure though.
Two hours and ten minutes is a long time to sit still, but there’s no sitting still anyway, and the seats at The Grand Theatre Pier Park are comfortable. Can hardly wait for the DVD.
In Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, the first book and movie, The Fellowship of the Ring were my favorite. In C.S. Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia, the first book and movies, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe were my favorite. Just so with J.K. Rowland, my favorite is still and all Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. The magic was new and so more surprising, and it all begins with delightful innocence that can’t ever be again.
This is not a sermon, whoever wants a sermon must go to church this morning; but the innocence that can never return is the same in modern fantasy fiction as it is after Genesis chapter 3. In the Garden of Innocence, the deed is done, eyes and minds are opened, good and evil become known. Innocence evaporates and there is no going back. That’s why the cherubim are there with flaming swords, isn’t it: no return.
The Peace of the Lord be always with you.
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