Thursday, July 17, 2014

Clash of Clans

My boss Pete is trying to get me to play Clash of Clans. It’s a fun game for your phone, where you build your little town and other players come and steal all your stuff. You spend your time upgrading your weapons, your village and raiding other players.

It sounds like lots of fun, but I refuse to download it. I get addicted to games like that. The world could blow up and I wouldn't notice for three days.

For me, one of the saddest sights is when we turn the church into a bad game of Clash of Clans. We get hurt. Then we wall ourselves off and begin recruiting our clan. We fire cutting remarks like arrows, hidden in dark comedic wit and lob gossip like a boulder filled trebuchet.

Never do we consider the person, their pain or the damage we're causing. Rarely do we take the time to fully understand their story. We just know we've been hurt and that's enough to begin the war.

It's natural to lash out at folks who have hurt us and to rally people who will affirm we've been wronged. It's just not Christlike.

Christ had the ability to see through the action and into the heart of the offender. He could identify the brokenness, twisted motivations and fear. It's the only way he could have said, "Forgive them, Dad. They don't know what they're doing."

It's nice to have a clan, people who love and support you and want to protect you. But we need to remember, they aren't weapons to be used. It may make us feel better, but it's addictive and destroys the hearts of others, the body of Christ and ourselves.

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