The Real Hunger Games

I used to love shooting arrows with my trusty bow. I first used an archery set at Knott’s Berry Farm as a kid.  I loved it. My cousin gave me an archery set. I used it all the time. I got pretty good at it.

One day, I decided to try to shoot an arrow through the ear hole of my plastic football helmet. It was a nice helmet. Good thing I never tried shooting an apple off my brother’s head.

Today, there is a rise in the popularity of the sport of archery because of a movie, entitled, Hunger Games. It is an extremely popular movie and book series, especially with young people. I haven’t seen the movie or read the book, but have researched its plot and themes.

I am in no way recommending either the movie or the book, but merely commenting on a current cultural phenomenon.

Hunger Games is a story of a dystopian future after an apocalyptic event. There is a totalitarian nation which is divided into twelve districts. Each year, two participants, called tributes, are randomly chosen to represent their district in the Hunger Games where the contestants eliminate one another until one victor remains to claim the personal prize of food as well as other gifts for the inhabitants of their district.

There is an adage that says, “Fiction imitates life”. I love movies that are based on a true story. A lot of the movie may be a bit fictional, but it tries to get across the overall point of the nonfictional account.  In this instance, fiction does imitate life.

I recently read an article in Sports Illustrated written by Melissa Segura about the Tamahumara tribe of northwestern Mexico, celebrated for long distance running exploits. The article spoke of a 100-mile race organized by ultrarunner, Will Harlan and his friends. What was the prize?  Food!  (Sound familiar?)

The region of northwestern Mexico had been experiencing the worst drought in their history, causing a vast shortage of food. The 100-mile race ended at the 50-mile mark because the contestants were too tired and too hungry. 

Harlan was quoted as saying, "They were running for their lives, but running on empty”.

As a result, efforts have been organized, mostly by runners, to aid the Tamahumara people. Help has arrived.

We do not need to search for people who suffer from hunger. They are all over the world as well as at home.

At Evergreen SGV, we just helped complete a kitchen project in Malawi, Africa so hungry orphans and children in distress can be fed. For them it isn’t a game; it is all about life and death.

We are so blessed in America.  In our faith family, we are trying to develop the understanding that we are “Blessed to Be a Blessing”.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we all participated in helping relieve someone, somewhere of their hunger pangs?

The small group, which I help lead, is supporting an orphan in Thailand. He won’t go hungry.

It seems so little, for so few. But it can all start somewhere with someone.