It’s not every day that a bus ride to work inspires me to write a blog post about God.
The bus was almost full but I managed to get a seat in the back of the vehicle.
In the glass in front of the seats before me I could see the mirrored face of a teenage girl. She had little brooms as earrings, a Hogwarts backpack and was wearing a silver necklace with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
I think she identified as a Ravenclaw but I’m not 100% sure.
I was getting my daily dose of mild laughs browsing /r/UnethicalLifeProTips when the girl pulled out her diary, apparently to check her latest notes. She didn’t even try to conceal it. On the very first page she had written “GOD IS DEAD!!!” in red marker letters.
Since the only thing missing to convince me of her being a sorceress was a rosewood wand, I couldn’t help myself but think of one of the last scenes in the last Harry Potter book (from the original series of seven books, namely “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows”, published in 2007).
Harry dies – or so it seems – and arrives at an odd place where Prof. Dumbledore, who actually died earlier, is waiting for him. He explains to Harry that he has a choice to make. He can go further or he can go back.
The question that I couldn’t get out of my head for the remainder of my bus ride was a simple one: Is there a God in the Harry Potter universe?
When I read the novels around the time when they were published, I thought that magic itself stood for the spark of God in some way. But now I’m wagering that the Deathly Hallows, the infamous and potentially dangerous heirlooms sought by many wizards for centuries, are indeed a symbol for another holy trinity, a dark, materialistic abstraction of the Christian Holy Trinity.
The father, the son and the Holy Spirit – in the Harry Potter universe they become The Elder Wand, The Resurrection Stone and The Invisibility Cloak.
Tangible objects instead of ethereal meta terminology.
Nietzsche wrote: “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? […]”
Our moral compass seems to be malfunctioning and there seems to be a deep-rooted hatred in much of the popular contemporary literature, a loathing of conservative values, and maybe even a wilful destruction of belief and trust and innocence.