I was asked this week about the Hunger Games. Did I read the book? Did my boys? Would I allow them to see the movie?
My friend was wrestling hard. She had been given a verbal smack-down by a peer for allowing her young teens to read the books. How could she? She was feeling irresponsible and low – flailing in a pool of parental guilt.
Full of empathy and understanding, I started to laugh.
Why is it easier to be more religious than God? Are we not free?
Saints, all truth really is God’s truth.
Let’s help one another lighten our burdens; we need not be more spiritual than God.
Do we know our children well? What is it, exactly, we would hope they know in their deepest places when they leave home?
One of my teens was thrilled by the Hunger Games book when he read it a few years ago (age 14). It captured his imagination; made him think and chatter, and he couldn’t wait to see the movie. This son found great delight in it all and we’ve enjoyed a host of discussions around the table many a night.
My second son says he enjoyed the book, but in a different way. Parts of it sat weighty on his soul, illuminating questions he hadn’t considered prior to reading the story. This young man doesn’t have the same zeal to see it brought to life in the movie, and we all agree there would be little further enjoyment for him to do so.
I’ve read the book and enjoyed it immensely. The jury is out if I will see the film.
Can you believe the burden God places on us? We have been unleashed to take joy into every corner of culture and nature.
We are asked daily to enjoy and carry joy wherever we go. Sheesh. What a task-master!