My Cousin Joey
He is a bigger kid than he once was when the last time I saw him. He knocked off a few inches and the gap between him and me seems nonexistent. His upperlip is already laying the groundwork for peach fuzz. However one thing bothers me most of all. The cross he bears with him everywhere. He has a crucifix that swing and bounces off his chest whenever he walks up to me. I can't take my eyes off it. I think, "the boy's not even in middle school and apparently he has a whole concept of death, the universe, and a Creator under his belt."
So later we retire to the basement quarters and attend to our gaming needs. I suggest Left 4 Dead, a game in which many a gruesome zombie may rise up from their carefully laid and pre-paid graves to kill their descendants. I had forgotten of his great fear of zombies. I must admit that I did find Resident Evil a chilling blow to my sense of safety as a living, breathing human being, but I only felt endangered by the attributes gained by being undead and not the truly unsettling fact looming over this young Christian's head. The soul and the human body could be twisted and bent beyond the grave and turned into biological weapons as such that the devil could take control of the world...
or so I can only assume.
This boy obviously has yet to disassociate fantasy from reality. Whilst playing the game Halo 3 he expressed the concern that this was very much like war and that his heart was racing. I said this was not war and continued on merrily blazing my way through the game. I am concerned that a boy who cannot tell the difference between a battlefield and an Xbox 360 might have trouble with distinguishing religious virtues and religious imbellishment (stories...)
On an unrelated note:
This coming Fourth of July I mean to make it a mission to recereate the glorious Labour Day I had this year, which consisted of wearing only boxers with a bathrobe for an entire day and going to Meijer for a pound of blueberries that I would proceed to eat within the next few hours. Many expressed that my digestive system might suffer a bit from this, but I got through it with flying colours.
So later we retire to the basement quarters and attend to our gaming needs. I suggest Left 4 Dead, a game in which many a gruesome zombie may rise up from their carefully laid and pre-paid graves to kill their descendants. I had forgotten of his great fear of zombies. I must admit that I did find Resident Evil a chilling blow to my sense of safety as a living, breathing human being, but I only felt endangered by the attributes gained by being undead and not the truly unsettling fact looming over this young Christian's head. The soul and the human body could be twisted and bent beyond the grave and turned into biological weapons as such that the devil could take control of the world...
or so I can only assume.
This boy obviously has yet to disassociate fantasy from reality. Whilst playing the game Halo 3 he expressed the concern that this was very much like war and that his heart was racing. I said this was not war and continued on merrily blazing my way through the game. I am concerned that a boy who cannot tell the difference between a battlefield and an Xbox 360 might have trouble with distinguishing religious virtues and religious imbellishment (stories...)
On an unrelated note:
This coming Fourth of July I mean to make it a mission to recereate the glorious Labour Day I had this year, which consisted of wearing only boxers with a bathrobe for an entire day and going to Meijer for a pound of blueberries that I would proceed to eat within the next few hours. Many expressed that my digestive system might suffer a bit from this, but I got through it with flying colours.