Drop Your Games and Follow Me, Part I
There have been a few moments in my life that I would label as truly “Defining Moments”. Growing up in church, I knew all the Sunday School answers, and as I learned more about my faith I could give intellectual assent to certain truths. But in these Defining Moments, something about the way I saw the world changed forever. Some aspect of the Truth moved from my head to my heart - instead of being something I would do if I thought about it, it became something I was. The change in my expectation of Heaven is one such Moment. This is the story of another.
I’m writing this as much for your benefit as for my own, so it will be long because of the details. I have split it into three parts: (I) the background, (II) how the decision came about, and (III) the results of the decision.
I had been a gamer since some time in the early 80’s when Dad brought home our first Apple ][e. I didn’t own a PC until college, but there were plenty of classic games on the Mac and we owned every system Nintendo had ever made, from the NES and the original GameBoy to the GBA and the Gamecube that I owned less than a year ago. I spent most of my freetime playing video or computer games and I even spent a year and a half after college working for Black Isle Studios making Planescape: Torment and testing or designing other titles.
There were times when my love of games approached an addiction, but this story isn’t about addiction. Jesus didn’t ask me to give my games away for my benefit, but for Him. (more…)
As it turned out, the most frightening point for me was somewhere in between. The rope is tied to a rock or tree at the top of the cliff. Once you’re tied in, you keep the rope taut and walk backwards towards the cliff’s edge. At this point, all of your weight is on your own feet with very little on the rope. Slowly, you creep towards the edge, and as the angle of the ground beneath you gradiates from 0 to 90-degrees, you lean back and put more and more of your weight on the rope.


