People in my family all seemed to enjoy playing games of one sort or another. My mother gathered weekly with other women to play mahjong, my father and his father played pinochle, my grandmother played a card game called Kaluki with her girlfriends.
I know I loved the board game Chutes and Ladders when I was very young, mostly because I imagined what it would feel like if the chutes (slides) were real. I loved spending the night at my great aunt Ruthie's place because she would teach me double solitaire, stopping only for snacks or ice cream, playing until late into the night.
My oldest brother had a group of friends who used our apartment as a hangout - playing endless games of Hearts. Soon the whole family caught the habit.
Games were an easy and free way to pass the time.
In the years of my growing up and growing away I thought that games were boring and mundane, somehow beneath me. I had no time for them as I chased after wilder and more dangerous activities. As I jumped into all that the world had to offer, alcohol, drugs and promiscuity, I thought I was finally having big fun.
I remember a conversation with the man that God chose to soften my heart and lead me into the safety of Christ's arms. I knew nothing at all about Christian life and I asked him with great sarcasm: "What do you people do for fun, play board games?" I just could not imagine how I could continue to enjoy life if I gave up my reckless pursuits. Yet give them up I did, surrendering them to Jesus along with my heart.
With the sense of humour and irony that only the Lord could possess, I have come full circle. My husband and I spend many wonderful evenings with friends, with hours lost in Settlers of Catan or the Farming Game. I have become what I was most afraid of and in so doing, I have never found more joy.
Join us at Peter Pollock's as we talk about
games.