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Topic: The Game of Life (09/11/08)
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By Corinne Boback
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My tiny eyes gaze inquisitively at new surroundings. Where am I? Although I do not recognize this place, I know it is the starting point for my game piece to begin human life. It is warm here, with just enough light for comfort whether I am awake or asleep. I am well fed by a source not yet known to me. I can move about freely with lots of room to stretch and grow. I have decided that I like it here.
Time moves on. I look at my home with sadness. I am outgrowing the place. I have felt safe here. But moving about is now limited, and I know I cannot stay here much longer.
The day arrives. I lay quiet and still, waiting for what seems inevitable. Suddenly, my world begins to shake. The tremors start small, then reach a frightening crescendo. I am literally physically forced from my home.
I am now in the hands of a man, experiencing my first human touch. It is not a good feeling at first, but I relax as I realize these hands feel similar to the hands of Jesus.
The bright lights overhead are cruel and artificial, not like heaven’s light. I close my eyes tightly against the glare. I sense my nakedness, which makes me feel vulnerable and afraid. A blanket replaces the secure feeling I knew in heaven, even in my nakedness.
I sense an empty feeling I never felt before; it is hunger. Soon I am nursing at a woman’s breast. This is strange and new to me. Then I look into her face. She is smiling with tear-filled eyes as she looks at me with wonderment. Her look is much like my heavenly Father’s look of admiration. I feel safe and loved as I snuggle closer to my mother. Perhaps this game of life will be good.
The years go by. Before long I see the reflection of a young woman in the mirror. It has been a rough ride. Many times I have longed to go back to my Father’s home.
I have not liked this game of life. There has been pain and torture since the day I was born. The very doctor who delivered me, whose hands felt like the Master’s touch, soon used those hands to touch me in painful ways. The mother who smiled at me with eyes filled with tears, so like my Father’s eyes, soon looked at me with hatred and rage.
God created me with a free will. He told me I was part of His bigger plan. He asked if I would choose to go to a new place for His purpose. It was easy to say yes. I jumped at the chance. That decision was not difficult to make, because I had never known anything but joy. I had never known pain. But I knew my Father would never ask me to do something I was not capable of doing. I knew He would equip me with His love to accomplish my part in His plan.
My salvation experience was simply, as an act of my free will as a human, accepting His love afresh and anew for this time and place. It was my choice again, a choice that was easy to make. It did not change life’s game for me. What it did change was how I looked at the game. Through the power of the Holy Spirit living within me now, I could see I was part of a plan so big, so unique, that I was humbled at the game piece He chose me to be.
I now see my part in this game of life. I am a necessary game piece. I was created that others would readily find their way back to the Father they knew before the foundation of the world. I agreed to come that others may find life, and find it more abundantly. And when the game is over, I will return to where I came from, with new things to talk about throughout the endless ages with the Lord who planned the game of life for each of us!
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