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Why I Will Not Read The Hunger Games

I’m an avid reader (obviously) and fantasy/sci-fi/post-apocalyptic dystopian type YA novels are some of my favourites. Such as Incarceron. So it usually surprises my friends and acquaintances when they recommend The Hunger Games and I refuse to pick up the books, or watch the films. I was asked a while back by the ever challenging Timotheous for the reason why, and I have finally prepared my answer.

I did post all this through statuses and messages on Facebook, but I want to compile everything in one large post for the sake of future referrals.

Firstly, I can’t stand the hype. I did get through the Twilight series despite the sensation, but in my defence, I started reading those before there was a cult following, and they were so ridiculous and unintentionally hilarious that I whipped through them in no time. I didn’t have to deal with the posters and memorabilia being flung at my face until a bit later.

The main problem I have with the series is its ultimate message. The moral is subtle; it’s not like it jumps out at you and screams, “A society that murders its children is totally fine!!” but I honestly don’t think people see the big picture when they read/watch The Hunger Games, because if they did, there wouldn’t be such a following. Those without any religious convictions may not agree with my assessment, or even understand my stance, but I hope that at least fellow Christians will get a clearer picture of my total distaste for the series.

Let’s go back some two thousand years.

During the rule of ancient Roman emperors, Christians were slaughtered because they would not let the governing tyrants dictate their faith, charity, and witness. When forced into the arena, rather than murder their fellow man for sport, or burn incense to pagan gods or emperors, Christians refused, and were put to the sword, burned at the stake, fed to wild beasts, stoned, torn apart, martyred. It is for their testimony and courage under the most gruesome of trials that I cannot read, watch, and certainly not enjoy The Hunger Games.

To me there is such a simple solution. “Peter and the other apostles answered and said, ‘We ought to obey God rather than men.’”1 For a Christian, the answer should be clear: No. I will not offer tribute to a tyrannical government. I will not sacrifice my children to Moloch. I will not murder for the government’s sport. I will not give my money to a system that murders, brainwashes, and constantly strives against God and His Son. If I am killed for that, so be it. But no man, none can dictate to you or me to act against our consciences.

But the current regime is already implementing taxes and laws that undermine Christian values, and people are having to make the choice every single day whether to cave under the pressure and live against the Bible’s standards, or boldly take a stance and risk civil persecution for the sake of their principles. It’s not a “Game.” It’s not tolerable. To me, The Hunger Games only shows what could actually come to pass if Christians are too cowardly to refuse a tyrannical government it’s “tribute.”

And this is largely where I disagree with other Christians who enjoy The Hunger Games. I’ve heard some say that the protagonist is a brave and heroic figure. That she makes the sacrifice for her sister, beats the evil government, and remains pure.

I call bullcrap. (Pardon the expression.)

I do not feel at all that Katniss is a good role model. She still offers herself as tribute to the games. She makes that statement. “I offer myself as tribute…” as if the ruling oppressors are to be obeyed.  She manipulates the system, she doesn’t defy it. If she was really courageous, she would have said no at the beginning, just like those who died in ancient Rome for refusing point blank to deny their Savior or pick up a sword to murder for sport. The whole town should have said, “No, we’re not giving you our children,” and probably would have been killed in a massacre. But they would have died doing the right thing; protecting their children from killing each other for entertainment. If the majority laid down their lives for the cause and just refused to be a part of it AT ALL, the martyrs would be enjoying eternal bliss, and the wicked could go on screwing up the world until death brought them to the pit of hell. But no one did the right thing. No one was willing to make the real sacrifice, and risk losing their own lives for the sake of their souls and to leave a good testimony for their children.

This disturbs me as much as the only scene I ever saw in the movie where a kid got his neck snapped by another kid for not guarding supplies properly. It hits too close to home. People today are becoming like this. They look at Katniss, and the new Batman, and weak characters who lie, manipulate, and cave under pressure as their heroes and role models.

When the Christian mother, Perpetua was imprisoned and tortured, she did not offer to burn incense to the Roman gods, or denounce her Savior to preserve her own life or that of her child’s. Rather, she held fast to Jesus’ words that it profits a man nothing to gain the whole world if he loses his own soul. Hers is the pattern of courage to follow.

Stephen, Peter, Polycarp, Justin Martyr, and countless others did not let the people of their day believe in the lies of false gods and doctrines in order for them to “have their heroes” for a time. (I hate The Dark Knight so much.) Instead, they told the truth. They preached against sin. They refused to participate in the evils of the day, and they were killed by a tyrannical government because of it. They are the true heroes of our faith. You are not opposing evil if you are catering to it in any way, shape or form. You are supporting it. Katniss joins the game, and thereby supports it.

The perception that Katniss is a hero is exactly the kind of mindset that allows the current government to get away with so much. “Well, we were forced into it. The guys on top said we have to, so we do.” No, you don’t. You have a duty to obey God, and when the government tells you to do otherwise, you fight them on it with every fibre of your being. Hopefully not with violence, but if it comes to that, I’d rather die a thousand times for Christ than only once while at peace with the world. I realize I can say that while living in a relatively free society, but I do mean it.

I’m not going to condemn anyone who reads/watches the series. I’m sure a lot of Christians haven’t thought about it at length like I have, or perhaps they feel it serves a purpose as a warning. But to me, it’s not worth my time when there’s such a clear solution to the problem and the books offer no real heroes since everyone gives in to the pressures of evil. I’m not at all saying it’s easy to do the right thing when it means torment or death, but that’s why a martyr’s reward is the surest and best.

Christians, please remember; tyrants may rule for a time, but God’s kingdom is forever. It is Him we will ultimately stand before when he judges both the living and the dead. In the end, it is never worth it to compromise our faith and values.

-x-

1 Acts 5:29

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My Last Night on Earth

It’s 11:04.

A lot of people are freaked out that the world is going to end in an hour. Is it in an hour? Do they think that in an hour the world will just poof away? Or are we supposed to be preparing for an apocalypse? I should have done more research on this assumption.

Instead, I was just thinking about my lasts. If this was my last night on earth, would I be okay with that?

Let’s see. The last full length movie I saw was The Bourne Legacy.

Last thing I read: John 14. Well, Dad read. I listened. That happens to be one of my favourite chapters in the entire Bible. : )

Last meal: A huge plate of warmed stuffing, a Panera cinnamon chip scone, and hot chocolate.

Last thing I wrote: About seven Christmas cards, and some Elephant Princess fan fiction.

Last song I listened to: One More TimeBoys Over Flowers Soundtrack (Tree Bicycles)

Last person I talked to: My flippin’ awesome sister Lydia who I keep talking to like she’s 15 or 16 and then cracking up when she reminds me she’s only 12. Like when I said, “This is why weren’t not married,” and she goes, “Uh, I’m only twelve.” : D Riiiiiiiiiiight.

Last text received: Mum, trying to steal said sister for drama watchings when I stole her first for Elephant Princess watchings! Bwahahah!!

Regrets? Well, I haven’t seen The Hobbit yet, and I would have liked to finish that fan fiction. And mine best friend has a present for me that was to be revealed during Christmas Sleepover. But all in all, I’d be ready to enter the pearly gates. Since, remarkably, Jesus will still have me. : )

Goodnight! I’m… fairly confident I’ll speak to you all again soon!

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Parent Tested, Sunday Approved

When I was little–okay, when I was young–there was a short list of movies we were allowed to watch on Sundays. These were the films that according to my parents had wholesome language, good morals, and wouldn’t risk the wrath of the Lord for defiling his holy day.

The approved movies fell into three main categories: Biblical, Classic Disney, and when Mum and Dad were feeling particularly generous, Animated Hero Classics.

It was at this time I fell in love with John Rolfe and simultaneously discovered that "English needs to be fixed."

Now, when I say “Classic Disney” I don’t mean Fox and the Hound, Little Mermaid, or Dumbo. We weren’t allowed to watch any of those movies until we were over 12 for various reasons. (Language, teenage rebellion/partial nudity, and sheer nightmarish qualities.) For us, Classic Disney included The Incredible Journey, (1963 version, of course) The Swiss Family Robinson, and… nope, I think that was it.

Animated movies, especially with talking animals, were also taboo on Sundays.

Throughout the years my parents have grown far more lax, and I admit it makes me unreasonably upset (and somewhat jealous) that my little siblings are watching things on Sundays I wasn’t allowed to see at all until I was in junior high. (RUINERS OF CHILDHOOD!! I EARNED THE RIGHT TO SEE ALADDIN!! WITH MANY MONTHS OF SCRIPTURE MEMORIZATION!!) It also makes me sad that they’ve seen The Swiss Family Robinson only once in the past two years and do not have the majority of Ben Hur memorized.

“I said no water for him!”

Out of the meager selections of Sunday approved movies, these are my favourites. I remember watching them over and over and over, learning each scene by heart, and still getting excited when the next Sunday came around and we could watch one of them again. These are the rare films I can watch as many times as there are Sundays in a year and never tire of them. They are timeless and wonderful and no person is a complete person until they’ve seen them.

Ben Hur

“Oh Judah, I am not evil.”

I knew this film front to back almost before I could spell “treachery.” (Almost. And I could spell betrayal.) Back in my day–so long ago that a Walkman was considered high tech–Judah Ben Hur was a household name. Our parents were told to drive at “ramming speed,” the proper use of a Roman plume was daily discussed, and no one minded if you stole from a sibling, so long as you held your prize up over your head like a stolen spear. Bahaha. Stolen spear scene. :D

Insubordination is punished by being hung upside-down and made to sweep the decks with those brushy helmet plumes!

Mesalla’s name and the pronunciation of it hailed jokes about “my sala-d” and the glaringly obvious puns involving “Caesar” dressing. Chariot spokes were just about the most frightening thing imaginable, and for once in my life I didn’t care about a romance. Yes, people. That’s right. Ben Hur is a movie I watch for everything but the Esther scenes. I remember we always sped those conversations–or talked really loudly over them.

“WE’RE GOING TO BE RAMMED! WE’RE GOING TO BE RAMMED!”

This movie has everything. (Except an interesting romance. But I think that’s the point; it’s about a relationship with Christ, not a romantic one.) It has Charleton Heston, though. Enough said.

“Your eyes are full of hate, Forty-One. That’s good. Hate keeps a man alive.”

The Sound of Music

This didn’t fall into any of the approved categories, (I guess if your terms of “history” are pretty broad, it could) but it’s a movie about a family that learns how to sing and dance because of a spunky governess. What’s not to love?

Commercials! That’s what! Our VHS was taped from the telly, so we poor souls had to watch The Sound of Music with Christmas ad interruptions and a really weird basketball commercial involving a countdown clock in green neon lights. When we first owned the DVD it was like watching an extended version because the taped one was edited for commercials.

The Ten Commandments

In which Charleton Hesto--I mean MOSES parts the Red Sea!!

The quotes we chose to put to memory always astound me. The classic lines like: “Blood makes poor mortar.” “So let it be written, so let it be done.” and “Thus sayeth the Lord God of Israel: Let my people go!” of course we know by heart.

However, these were more likely to be heard by us, and are as quotable as the day we first heard them…

“I love you, my mother. But am I your son?”

“You will be mine, like my dog, or my horse, or my falcon, except that I shall love you more… and trust you less.”

“The old windbag.”
“I agree with him.”

“Great King… I will ask but one favor of your friendship. This green stone, from our mountains. That I may give it to your Prince of Egypt. For he is kind… as well as wise.”

“JASHUAH!! JASHUAAAH!!”

“What do you see, Sephora?”
“A man.”
“A MAN!?” ” “What kind of man!?” “Just one man?” “Is he handsome?” “Look at his sandals.” “Egyptian.” “His robe is not Egyptian…”
“Who cares, he’s a man!”

The Swiss Family Robinson

I won’t even put a single quote in this section, because I could carry on to quote almost the entire movie. I’ll just… okay, fine. One quote. “We gotta have those lions and tigers! Or else… well that’s the whole idea!”

My younger siblings were finally watching this the other day and it amazed me how fantastic this movie still is. I’ve seen it more than thirty times, I’m sure, but I find myself laughing over Fritz and Ernst’s fist fights like it’s new each time. It’s the sort of movie that makes you think, “How did they manage to do that?” without the special effects Avatar boasts and the 3D crap that’s so rampant today.

Why don’t they make movies like these anymore? *sigh*

When I hear the word “classic” these are the films that automatically spring to my mind. Whenever one of these movies is lovingly placed in the DVD player, to this day one of the older siblings will pipe up with, “Oh! A Sunday approved movie!”

I’m curious. Did anyone else have parents with a special list of movies clean enough for Sundays? What about traditional holiday films? Any movies you watch only for a special occasion?

“We keep you alive to serve this ship. So row well. And live.”

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Joyeux Noel

The scripture…

1 John 5:1-5

Whosoever believeth that Jesus is the Christ is born of God: and every one that loveth him that begat loveth him also that is begotten of him.

By this we know that we love the children of God, when we love God, and keep his commandments.

For this is the love of God, that we keep his commandments: and his commandments are not grievous.

For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.

Who is he that overcometh the world, but he that believeth that Jesus is the Son of God?

The music…

The joy…

May God grant us hearts of contentment this Christmastime and bless us with the peace only He is able to bestow.

Happy Christmas!!

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All we ask for is thank you

The holidays are upon us.

Thanksgiving has passed, Christmas is fast approaching, and through the hustle and bustle of holiday shopping, a short young woman who works as a cashier wants just one thing to shine this year.

Gratitude.

It’s two little words that make all the difference. Two little words and a sincere tone.

“Thank you!”

Whether I packaged twelve pastries, six bagels and four loaves of bread, or pulled out one paper take-out cup for your coffee, taking the time to appreciate it does a world of good. It’s amazing how rude people can be during this season, and I blame the ugly monster of Ingratitude.

Thanksgiving shouldn’t be confined to one day of the year. It should be a consistent state of mind. God didn’t just protect a handful of Pilgrims nearly four-hundred years ago and then leave the rest of us to rot. We’ve been in His thoughts since before the invention of time and He’s been looking after His people all the while. Knowing how rude I find it when a customer fails to say thanks for the effort I put into their order makes me realize how disappointed God must be when we don’t take the time to thank Him for the overflow of blessings granted by His hand.

And even if you don’t believe in God, being unthankful just makes you a jerk.

That’s why I’m making another thankful post right now. It’s been far too long for one thing, and I think this transition period for the holiday season is the perfect time to start back up.

  1. Sight
    Believe it or not, I am not talking about a sixth-sense or magic perception. I mean quite literal eyesight. How many of us wear corrective lenses of some sort or another? How many have had or plan on having laser surgery? How often do we stop and not take for granted the fact that we can see? When I was a little girl and first heard about blindness I used to walk around the house with my eyes closed to test how well I could cope. I didn’t do very well. I cry sometimes when my glasses go missing. I can’t be thankful enough for modern inventions in the way of lenses, without which I could barely function.
  2. Panera Trainees
    I know I mention work a lot but there is so much to love about my job, I must persist. The fact that we are still growing enough to start new Paneras is a reason to be thankful in itself. The new trainees are another. I always wanted to be a teacher, and with all the new hires, I am. I love passing on knowledge, seeing someone’s face light up when they grasp a new concept; to have a tired, but happy face at the end of a shift say, “Thanks so much! I learned a lot with you!” That is why I wanted to teach, and God put me in the absolute best place for it. And it doesn’t hurt that I get to call them minions and padawans. ;)
  3. Europe Plans
    Making it to Europe the first time was surreal. I’m unfathomably blessed to have the opportunity to go again with my best friend and to have the job and therefore the funds to do so, even in this wretched economy.
  4. Write or Die
    The Site That Scares You Into Writing
    This thing is pure evil genius. I’ve written (collectively) 800 words in 20 minutes so far where normally I’d take a whole week to do as much. Of course the stuff I plunked out needs heavy editing assistance, but those are some drastic number differences. I’ve found that setting a goal of 200 words for 5 minutes at a time works best for me, but you can mess around for a while to see what time limit and word goal combination works for your own self. Read the “About” section right under the web app. It’s fantastic.
  5. Finding $20 I Thought Might Be Lost
    Thank God for safe pockets. Twenty dollars is a lot to lose, even temporarily.
  6. The New Intern on Bones
    Totally in love with the new squint, Finn, and his oh so Southern accent. <3 He looks like Dr. Chase with a baseball cap, but talks like Jasper Hale incarnate. And yeah, I always did love Jasper. There’s something about that homemade-snickerdoodle-haystack-frolic-and-fresh-lemonade-after-church-service drawl.
  7. Babies
    There’s nothing like a toothless grin or outright laughter from an amused infant. Or fat, rosy cheeks, soft to the touch. Or a little one falling asleep on your chest while their tiny hand curls up and their mouth makes the perfect ‘o’ shape. And baby pj’s are darling! Especially the feetie ones! *sigh* I miss babies. I haven’t got to hold a baby in so long! :(
  8. Sleep
    Do I need to explain this one?
  9. Hats
    Aren’t they beautiful!?! Mara’s Mama made the three hat-hats, and then the ear warmer/headband in gray and purple was knitted by my darling friend “Mosie” as a birthday present! I love them so much! Eventually I’m sure you’ll see some of these on me, but for now you’ll have to enjoy them unmodeled. ;)
  10. Monsters
    But only the Rehab! Yes, yes, I need “Rehab,” I know. There, now I made that joke and you can’t. :P If you’re in the workforce, you understand!

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