The surprise is in the parallels between the fictional world of The Hunger Games and the historical reality of the
Heirs of a revolutionary faith that we are– there any revolution left in us? Should there be? Are Christians are just like everyone else (except maybe nicer)? Does being “not of this world” just refer to cashing in that heavenly ticket at the end of life, or is there a practical side to Jesus’ advice?
In a similar way, being part of a revolution isn’t exactly what we intended in coming to church. Just keeping the church running takes a lot of energy. We might think about doing more, but being a revolutionary isn’t as much fun as reading about it. No one really wants to hear about what should change. So we try going about our business, nothing to see here. But… maybe it’s that nagging sense that the way things are isn’t all so blessed or our own restlessness for something more, or our anger at the way things are, but that question comes up: Is this all Jesus died for? Once we notice, there’s no going back—hope becomes a word referring to more than heavenly rewards; the Gospel has cracked our institutional limits, and the revolution begins again.
May God bless you with a restless discomfort about easy answers, half-truths and superficial relationships, so that you may seek truth boldly and love deep within your heart.
May God bless you with holy anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people, so that you may tirelessly work for justice, freedom, and peace among all people.
May God bless you with the gift of tears to shed with those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation, or the loss of all that they cherish, so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and transform their pain into joy.
May God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you really CAN make a difference in this world, so that you are able, with God’s grace, to do what others claim cannot be done.
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