Jesus Grandma

It seems that, somehow, each time I talk to my paternal grandmother* (which is admittedly not very often), she manages to bring up Harry Potter. I usually just take my grandma's comments about the satanic nature of the books with a grain of salt. Of course, being an English teacher, I hate censorship and book banning. I also ignore her E-mails about Pepsi "taking God out of their cans" (which I guess I'm not too concerned about because I never realized that you could find God in a Pepsi can). I half-listen to her rants about which politicians I should vote for and I don't give her book recommendations much credit. Whenever we mention my musically talented (but unbelieving) brother-in-law she says, "Oh, I just wish that his music would glorify the Lord.I wish he could sing about Jesus." This is my grandma. We used to call her the "Jesus Grandma," but I think a better title would be "The Christianity-as-my-cause Grandma." She does have a good heart, but her passions are a bit misguided.
*Please note that this is not Nana.

The other day my grandma came to my apartment because she wanted to take me out to dinner for my birthday. I happen to be in the process of reading my very first Harry Potter book. Being the passive-aggressive brat that I am, I left my book out on the ottoman where I was sure that she would notice it. I even had a speech prepared about how I can't fight against something I don't understand. I was going to tell her that I need to have read the book before I can make a stance against it. I was ready to mention something about sensational verses intellectual stances. Then, I was going to tell her that a person can learn more about witchcraft from a "Christian" article fighting against Harry Potter than he can from the actual novel. I was ready to fire.

She didn't even notice the book. :)