Recently I read two books that
could hardly have been more different.
Heaven Is For Real by Todd Burpo is the
best-selling, non-fiction account of a father (and pastor) whose four-year-old
son, Colton, survives the nearly fatal aftermath of a ruptured appendix and afterward
offers intriguing revelations from his near-death experience.
The Hunger Games, even better-selling, is a
novel by Suzanne Collins and now a major theatrical film. The first book in a
trilogy, it presents the reader with a kind of literary “Survivor” for
teenagers, in which the losers are not voted off, but are carted off in body
bags.
Heaven recounts
that several months after Colton’s miraculous recovery, he starts remembering
events related to his in hospital crisis. Even though unconscious in an
operating room, Colton knew his father was alone in a room, pleading with God
for help, while his mother was elsewhere praying with family members over the
phone. Over the succeeding weeks, the boy recalls other things – about being in
heaven, meeting his grandfather and his stillborn sister, and Jesus.
In Hunger Games, there
is no heaven, no God, only an oppressive “Big Brother” type of government in
which teens in various districts of the country serve as pawns, for
entertainment value and for state control. Using guile, instinct and innate
abilities, randomly selected contestants in the Hunger Games compete in a
literal fight to the death, in which only one person can “win.”
Reading Heaven Is For
Real, I found myself wondering, “Is that exactly how it is in heaven? Is
Colton’s story ‘for real,’ without embellishment or explanation outside of the
supernatural?” It would be – and will be – nice if this account is accurate. I
suppose there is only one way we all will find out. But the underlying element
in this book can be summed up in a single word: Hope.
Not a “hope-so” we often use in everyday life, wishing or
desiring for something to be so – “I hope
it won’t rain today.” “I hope I get
that promotion.” “I hope she gets
better.” No, the hope expressed in Heaven
Is For Real is based on confident assurance, the earnest expectation that
the promises of the Bible that there is life after death are true, whether the
details look exactly as Colton describes them or not.
The Hunger
Games, admittedly a very entertaining and relatively inoffensive
saga, suggests no hope. In it humankind is the pinnacle, and the tale focuses
on humans at their best and worst. Timeworn elements – the hero (or heroine)
triumphing over great odds; love conquering all; and determination assuring
victory, all are there. But for the most part the spiritual dimension of life
is absent – either deemed unnecessary or unwanted by the author.
If anything, Hunger
pay homage to the human spirit, the “we can do it if we try” type of mindset.
And to an extent, that’s good – hard work, resolve, and refusal to give up are
qualities too often lacking in our society. But to insist it’s all up to us,
there is nothing else – or no One else – to turn to in times of crisis, is a
conclusion I cannot accept.
Before reading Burpo’s book, I was already convinced heaven is
for real. If Colton has given us a glimpse of what’s to come, that’s great. But
even if it’s very different from what he described, I’m looking forward to it
nonetheless.
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