My eyes be upon the Lord forevermore; for he shall pull away my feet from the snare. Look thou on me, and have thou mercy on me; for I am all alone and poor. -Psalm 25
I just finished reading Hunger Games: Book one. It’s a super quick read (takes less than a day if you’ve got nothing else to do) and it’s decent. I mostly read it because I figured the movie was going to be a whole thing and I didn’t want to miss out. I don’t know if everyone has read it already or knows the premise, so I shan’t sayeth too much, but basically, it takes place in the distant future where global warming and solar flares have decimated North America.
There’s a big war and then an uprising and the continent is left divided in 12 districts and ruled by a brutal, capricious capitol. Think Oz.
Every year, as a reminder to never uprise again, each district sends two children to the capitol, one boy and one girl, to fight all the other young tributes from the other districts. 24 kids enter, 1 comes out. Think Thunderdome.
Anyway, the story is a trilogy, I’m in the nascent stages of Book two now and as I was reading it in mass today… what? The diocese wants to show a 25 minute fundraising video about how catholic charities helped this weirdo white couple keep their house, I will read my kindle while they exercise that privilege. They’re not the boss of me.
Anyhoo, it dawned on me that there is no religion or God of any of kind in the Hunger Games world. There is country — with anthems and flags and stuff. There is law, soldiers and arrests and executions. There is technology — evidently we get super medicines in the future and global TV. Heck, there is even nature for hunting and swimming and such. But no God.