I first met Bekah Stoneking when she was about eight years old. My family had accepted an opportunity to serve at a small mission church in North Georgia and her family had come to help be a part of the re-start. They were incredibly faithful and sacrificial in their dedication to Christ, driving 30 or so miles every week to teach and minister with a lot of snotty nosed kids and a few lower-income adults.
Fast forward a number of years, and Bekah is a student at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary, filled with passion for Jesus.
Yesterday she left a comment on Facebook regarding my post on “The Hunger Games.” It touched on the other side of the coin of Christian reaction. While my concern were those who would write off the movie and book series for insufficient reasons, her concern was that other believers would try and turn them into an allegory for the Christian life. Sort of “The Lion, the Witch, and The Hunger Games,” if you will. I asked her to write a post addressing those concerns. It follows immediately below.
Like others, I devoured The Hunger Games in a single afternoon, and completed reading the remainder of the trilogy in less than a week. This dystopian tale of violence and scheming government officials is definitely outside of my typical diet of chick-lit and theology books, but there is something so gripping about this series that I just couldnʼt bring myself to walk away from the story. After mourning the conclusion of the series (yes, mourning. Iʼm still dying to know what happens next!), I realized that no element of God, religion, or faith is mentioned or even hinted at in any of the books. There isnʼt even a friendly neighborhood spiritualist or District guru. There is absolutely no mention of genuine hope or assurance of freedom, salvation, or even a plan. These citizens simply live without hope, slave away hopelessly for the Capitol, and die. The sense of hopelessness is overwhelming.