I sat and watched all the kids that were lined up for blocks, all dressed up in their witch's costumes and round glasses and lightning bolt on their forehead. I said, "Lord, this is so sickening, seeing these parents dole out their hard-earned money literally for the Devil's glory." That night I cried myself to sleep. I couldn't even pray. The next morning I opened my eyes and tried to pray and all I could say was the word, "Jesus" and then, "Jesus, help me." And then the words started flowing and I was able to pray again. I asked the Lord to forgive me for acting so ridiculous. And then we just had a nice talk. And it was as if a black cloud left me.

I thanked the Lord for helping me. But I was still so frustrated. I kept having this feeling that I needed to do something about this Harry Potter stuff. The next day was my day off and the Lord impressed on me to go to the library to research the Harry Potter books even further. To be honest, I really didn't want to go. I thought to myself, "No one cares or understands." But the Lord gave me no peace until I did.

I walked into the library and up to the librarian and asked her where the Harry Potter books were. She pointed over to the children's section. For some reason I took as many books as I could and then went back for more. Balancing the books in my arms I went to a table in the far corner of the library. I didn't want to be seen or bothered.

I hadn't noticed how long I had been there. I glanced at my watch. It was almost four in the afternoon. I had been there since it opened in the morning. I was just about ready to call it a day when a young lady came up to me and said, almost in an angry way, "There they are, you have them." I said, "I am sorry. Which one were you looking for?"

She was going to tell me, that is, until she took a good look at all the books, and my mountain of notes. With a puzzled look on her face she said, "Can I ask, what are you doing?" I prayed silently to myself, "Help me, Lord." I said, "I am doing some research on the Harry Potter books. She asked me why and I said, "Because I had learned that these books were somewhat questionable, and I wanted to see for myself."

Her puzzled face turned to anger. She said. "Oh! Everyone thinks these books are questionable, but they are okay." I froze and just looked at her with a concerned look on my face while continuing to ask for the Lord's guidance.

She then asked: "What is so wrong with them?"

I said, "This is what concerns me. In the story is this character who whines and cries and moans a lot. In fact her name is Moaning Myrtle. She is teased and put down and she feels so bad about herself, she tries to kill herself."

She said with disgust, "Where does it say that in the book?"

I looked at my notes where I had scribbled the words, "suicide: Chamber of Secrets, page 156 -157. I said, "Harry and his friends have just entered the girl's bathroom where Myrtle says:

"My life was nothing but misery at this place and now people come along ruining my death!"

"We wanted to ask you if you've seen anything funny lately," said Hermione quickly, because a cat was attacked right outside your front door on Halloween."

"Did you see anyone near here that night?" said Harry.

"I wasn't paying attention," said Myrtle dramatically. "Peeves upset me so much I came in here and tried to kill myself. Then, of course, I remembered that I'm…I'm…"

"Already dead," said Ron helpfully.

Myrtle gave a tragic sob, rose up in the air, turned over, dived head first into the toilet, splashing water all over them and vanishing from sight, although from the direction of her muffled sobs, she had come to rest somewhere in the U-bend.

Harry and Ron stood with their mouths open, but Hermione shrugged wearily and said, "Honestly, that was almost cheerful for Myrtle. Come on, let's go."

After I showed her what it really said, word for word, I waited for a response. She looked shocked. She said "I had no idea. I read that book, Chamber of Secrets from cover to cover and I guess I never saw that."

I told her I couldn't believe that someone could write a children's book portraying suicide as okay and being almost cheerful. Like it's no big deal. Suicide is an awful thing. And Rowling makes light of such an awful and tragic thing, almost to the point of glamorizing it!

I told her that my first husband had committed suicide. Needless to say these books are a very sore subject with me.

She asked me what else was in these books. I told her about the seminar I had gone to at a college exposing the Harry Potter books. The presenter had done extensive research on children in cults. He couldn't say enough about how dangerous these books really are. I said, "When I first learned this, I wanted to take every Harry Potter book and tear it to shreds. I was so angry at how this Rowling has deceived, bewitched, and manipulated the world into thinking that these books are moral, okay, fun, fantasy, and harmless children's books. Rowling said herself in an SSC interview, October 17, 1999, ‘I think they're very moral books.'

"How can they be moral books when children of all ages are reading about satanic rituals, the drinking of animal blood, the way drugs were glorified, and that you're what the potion's teacher refers to as a ‘dunderhead' if you don't know how to make drugs? How can they be moral books when Harry and his friends lie and cheat?

"And if that isn't sickening enough, children of all ages can read in the books and hear on the big movie screen, swear words now and then. How can they be moral books when there are too-many-to-mention gruesome murders and people tortured, and in one verse, killing is done for fun? How can she say these are moral books when an object that is called a mandrake plant, when pulled out of dirt on the big screen, looks like a real, crying, screaming baby that gets cut up, stewed and eaten? What would have ever possessed this J.K. Rowling to write such horrible storyline?"

She said that she had no idea that all these awful things were in these books. She said she had read every book from cover to cover and went to several Harry Potter movies and never once saw it like this. She said that she had come to the library that day because she was looking for a certain Harry Potter book that her son wanted. He happened to be home from school sick that day.

I asked her if she had ever heard of the fact that the composition of rat poison is approximately 98% harmless (and edible) corn meal, but 2% strychnine that does the job!

I said, "I know you are a good mother and you care about your children. You mentioned that your son was sick. You would never hide poison in his medicine and tell him this will make you feel better." She said "Of course not, and you have helped me realize that."

I said, "I cannot take any of the credit. I give all the glory to God for opening up my eyes about this."

With tears in her eyes she couldn't thank me enough for telling her about the books.

She said, "I have seen you some place," and I told her where I worked. She thanked me and left. A few days later a lady approached me at work and said to me, "I can't thank you enough." I was shocked. I said, "What do you mean?" She said, "That young lady that you talked to in the library is my daughter. I have been trying to tell her about these awful books for years.

Again I said, "I cannot take any of the credit. I give all the glory to God. That was a divine appointment." She said, "I know what you mean and I can't thank you enough for being obedient to the Lord's calling." I went home that day so blessed and thanked the Lord many times. I was glad that I listened to the Lord's prompting to go that day.

So, at this point, let's switch on our imagination again and visit Harry Potter from Satan's perspective.