breathing with
Breathing with other people is a part of prayer.
Prayer happens more often than one may think. Is it not always formal. It is also unconscious.
I prayed with my second sister yesterday while she played Mario-Kart on the Wii. This console was given by another family many years ago, who had upgraded to a Switch. Just being with her – breathing with her – while she soloed a few levels of that game as baby Peach.
I really don’t have my game up when it comes avoiding pornography. I have some boundaries and rules – no bodies of real women, for example – but it still leaves me feeling like shit.
I rather play RA3 : Generals Evolution. That won’t impinge so much on my conscience.
I wonder what will happen if I date a girl and show her my blog. She will one hundred percent just go running away when she sees the monster in the countless words I have here.
But to go back to the main point. A piece of prayer is to breath with other people. In whatever they are doing throughout the day. In the things that represents them pushing into the grace of God. Games are a part of the grace of God. Most games, that is (some are just utter trash and have no place in the kingdom of heaven).