I don’t like playing games

I don’t like playing games. And I’m not speaking metaphorically. I really don’t like to play literal games.

I played games with my kids when they were little; games like Sorry, Chutes and Ladders, and Hungry Hippo. And I know I played Old Maid and Go Fish, but I’m not sure I even remember how to play those card games, let alone card games with suits and hands and whatever. And, sad to say, other than the 3D tic tac toe I play with the grandkids, they’ve pretty much advanced beyond the games I’m willing to attempt.

Whenever Matt and Salena come for a visit, Paul and Nikki break out the Carcassonne, or Settlers of Catan, or Splendor, or some other new foreign box board game that has pages and pages of instructions and detailed rules that must be followed. And they play into the wee hours of the morning. I obviously want to visit with the kids when they’re all together, but it doesn’t take long for me to get tired of watching them play, and head for bed.

And don’t get me started on video games. I can drive a race car around a track if I have some idea where it’s going, and I do open Free Flow on my phone when I’m in a waiting room, but that’s about it. I think you get the idea. I really don’t like playing games.

However, I don’t want to be accused of not practicing what I preach. And in last Sunday’s sermon I did point out that we need to spend time together socially. And knowing a Game Night had been planned for Friday, I included playing games together in my list of things we could do together. By Sunday afternoon I had come under conviction.

So, I guess I’ll see you Friday evening. Please bring a game or two that’s easy to play, and I’ll join you at a table. But don’t be surprised if I head for home before you’ve had your fill of fun. I fill up pretty quickly.

God Bless, Rick