Joy was my baby–and life is so precious.
I oppose the Hunger Games for many reasons–mostly philosophical, but I don’t want to argue with anyone.
Actually, I don’t hate anyone who loves it, or likes it, or wants to go see it. In fact, I love a lot of people who feel that way. And, I understand why you like it, and why you want to see the movie.
So, I hope all of you out there who love it will still love me even though I don’t.
Having lost a child, I don’t take lightly the killing of children as entertainment, whether real or imagined, or put on a giant screen. I can’t believe it was the third largest opening film in history, and that the largest demographic of people seeing this movie are 8 to 18 years old.
I know, I know–that’s not what it’s all about.
I know, I know, teaching the atrocity of war, etcetera.
Instead of trying to learn of the atrocities of war from someone who has never participated in one, I urge everyone who is truly interested in learning more about that particular subject and its effects on people, including women and children, to read “The Hiding Place” by Corrie Ten Boom.
From someone who actually was there.
IN REAL LIFE.
For me, I feel like it’s another step we are taking down, down, down into losing our ability to understand how precious life is, and how it is actually sacred…that death is even more sacred, and any portrayal of it should be so very, very carefully done, if at all.
It was not until I experienced the death of part of my heart (my sweet little girl), that I understood life more fully, and how truly, truly sacred the temple of our body is. What I see in the Hunger Games is a chance to exploit and deface the holiest of the temples of God (those of children), for entertainment purposes. The body–especially of a child–is holy, and we should tread carefully when considering just how much of the grisly, titillating, or gory we want to subject ourselves to viewing.
Here is something I felt applied here (click for the larger version):
If you don’t have the same opinion as I do, that’s okay. Diversity is what makes life interesting. Just wanted to get that out on my blog, because it has really been hard for me to deal with the reality that this is what people are enjoying for entertainment.
It makes me miss Joy, and I think it makes me miss heaven, too. (Actually, they are both the same thing to me…)
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