I have a new hobby; it is game creation. Historically I've played games, all kinds of games.(i.e. sports, board games, video games, card games, party games, pen & paper RPG's) The step into making games, however, I had never taken.
It started with Christmas last year. My in laws decided to do a dirty Santa/white elephant/whatever you want to call it gift exchange. Rachel and I have a propensity for making gifts because it both saves on monies and makes for great gifts if done properly. So I'm thinking to myself, what can I give that is gender neutral, family centric, and awesome on all counts. First thought I had: a Clue Board Game based on the parent's house. I set to work. Luckily the rule set was already in place, so most of the work was done for me . . . Right?
Well anytime a rhetorical question is asked in that manor, you know the answer is "wrong". The beauty of a Clue Board is how evenly spaced everything is. The game is balanced by virtue of a square house with square rooms. Well most houses, as we know, are not like that. Ranch style houses with basements are certainly not balanced like that.
Needless to say, I had to take quite a few liberties with the Clue formula(things like more weapons than normal to create more variations to make the rooms that are closer together just as difficult to use. I also made liberal use of secret passages and even put in 3 locations in which you can guess the culprit so that one room was never too far from a chance to win. I even had to create help cards to have spaces on the more open parts of the board have a purpose other than empty space.
I say all of this to say: now I'm hooked. Taking a game set and changing it to make it my own was nothing but fun. Since then I made a failure of a pen & paper RPG based on the Harry Potter World. It wasn't a failure because it wasn't fun, I just don't have the friends that would invest into a weekly or bi-monthly meeting to get deeper into the game world.
Now I'm elbow deep in applying the premise I set down in the RPG into a board game that can be played in about 2 hours(or less . . . hopefully). I get to design a new game board, I get to create playable characters, facilitate potential interpersonal dynamics(the game is meant for 4-8 players), balance character abilities, stats, spells, and enemies. I get to pace the game based on the shape and size of the board and how objectives are spread across the game board.
Last week I was kicked in the face with a realization. I don't know if my dream of developing video games and hobby of making games really amounts to much. I can't see the impact of it on society in any kind of worthy way. As I continue my process of sanctification through the power of Christ and the faithfulness of the Holy Spirit, I want to see Christ in my life and to share Him with those around me more. How do games play into that? I get stuck trying to force my spiritual walk into my daily life wondering why they aren't the same. My most hated thought is that I have to give up games because they are of no worth in God's plan. If that's true and it is true that God created me, I would be stuck wondering why God would give me such a desire, appreciation and talent for games.
This has been really heavy on me lately. To think that a hobby that I've had my entire life which has changed into a career dream of mine is a waste of God's time and is just a result of poor stewardship on my part. All I can do is pray that God either show me His plan for my dreams.
Wouldn't it be cool if it was all so easy...
Friday, May 6, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Ding, Dong
The witch is dead! Which 'ol witch? The Wicked Witch...
The correlation is inescapable. The first thing I thought upon hearing of the death of Osama Bin Laden was a recreation of The Wizard of Oz scene. Munchkins representing their Lollypop Guild jumping and celebrating the death of this horrible menace to their miniature society.
There is a trick to all of this however: He didn't just die, he was killed on sight. A man was identified and killed in a matter of seconds along with the four or five people in the room with him. Part of me wants to bust into a munchkin dance and give a "Christian equivalent" to the finger to the entirety of the insurgent groups, political groups, and terrorist cells that protected and supported him. Another part of me, just for a moment, takes pride in the idea that Bin Laden now sees the error of his Islamic ways and is suffering for his crimes. Then another part breathes a sigh of partial relief. My father is in Afghanistan. Part of his purpose in being there is the effort of the military to find terrorist leaders. Mission Accomplished? Then I feel a sense of nationalistic pride and want to watch Rocky IV.
At about this time in my mental process, my heart stops, my breath catches and my demeanor changes. A man just died, yes people die all the time I know, but this particular man died with an unrepentant heart and without saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. Yes, what Osama Bin Laden did in his life was horrific. He ended or brought about the end of thousands of lives in the name of Allah. He cursed Christians and western culture in general; he damned us all to hell under the tenants of his religion. While I take hope in knowing that, by the power and perfection of God, justice will be served, I also can't help but hurt for Bin Laden's soul at the thought of eternal punishment. The grace that Christ extended to me could have saved Bin Laden from such an existence.
As I think about a sell-out crowd(near 50,000 people) in the Philadelphia's Citizen's Bank Park chanting "U-S-A" as news of Bin Laden's death permeated the crowd, I can't help but drop my head and think of Romans 3:22-26(God's prominence in our salvation; we have nothing to boast about) and how I could just as easily be damned in the tenants of the faith to which I hold dear. It is only by God's grace and provision that I'm any different than the man, whose death we cheer.
I can only pray that God make my reflections on this moment in history glorifying to Him. I can only rely God's power and knowledge to manage my conflicting feelings. So hard to see God's love in the face of God's justice, alas I resign myself to the faith and grace that saved and continues to sanctify me.
The correlation is inescapable. The first thing I thought upon hearing of the death of Osama Bin Laden was a recreation of The Wizard of Oz scene. Munchkins representing their Lollypop Guild jumping and celebrating the death of this horrible menace to their miniature society.
There is a trick to all of this however: He didn't just die, he was killed on sight. A man was identified and killed in a matter of seconds along with the four or five people in the room with him. Part of me wants to bust into a munchkin dance and give a "Christian equivalent" to the finger to the entirety of the insurgent groups, political groups, and terrorist cells that protected and supported him. Another part of me, just for a moment, takes pride in the idea that Bin Laden now sees the error of his Islamic ways and is suffering for his crimes. Then another part breathes a sigh of partial relief. My father is in Afghanistan. Part of his purpose in being there is the effort of the military to find terrorist leaders. Mission Accomplished? Then I feel a sense of nationalistic pride and want to watch Rocky IV.
At about this time in my mental process, my heart stops, my breath catches and my demeanor changes. A man just died, yes people die all the time I know, but this particular man died with an unrepentant heart and without saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. Yes, what Osama Bin Laden did in his life was horrific. He ended or brought about the end of thousands of lives in the name of Allah. He cursed Christians and western culture in general; he damned us all to hell under the tenants of his religion. While I take hope in knowing that, by the power and perfection of God, justice will be served, I also can't help but hurt for Bin Laden's soul at the thought of eternal punishment. The grace that Christ extended to me could have saved Bin Laden from such an existence.
As I think about a sell-out crowd(near 50,000 people) in the Philadelphia's Citizen's Bank Park chanting "U-S-A" as news of Bin Laden's death permeated the crowd, I can't help but drop my head and think of Romans 3:22-26(God's prominence in our salvation; we have nothing to boast about) and how I could just as easily be damned in the tenants of the faith to which I hold dear. It is only by God's grace and provision that I'm any different than the man, whose death we cheer.
I can only pray that God make my reflections on this moment in history glorifying to Him. I can only rely God's power and knowledge to manage my conflicting feelings. So hard to see God's love in the face of God's justice, alas I resign myself to the faith and grace that saved and continues to sanctify me.
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