I play
Minecraft with my bonus nephew and nieces. You can build buildings,
create a farm with animals, and you can dwell in a virtual life. My
bonus nephew has made some incredible structures in this world of
Minecraft. I hope that he gets the education and the guidance to
pursue a career in graphic art, because he is very talented in the
field of creating in the computer world. His sisters are creative in
their building in this world too. Since you can build your “house”
out of any building material, the youngest chooses to build out of
TNT. It is the one time that she can make a mess and not get in
trouble for it. Well, she does get in trouble if she blows up one of her siblings'
buildings. I enjoy the time with them. My “houses” are very
simple. I made one out of glass and torches because it was pretty.
I tried to build a more complex home, but it ended up having stairs
to nowhere and lots of tunnels. “Aunt Maria, are you building a
Hobbit hole or a Castle?” inquired my bonus nephew. “I was
trying for a Castle, but I don't know what I am doing.” “It
looks like a maze.” remarked his oldest sister. “I'll help you,
Aunt Maria.” replied the middle sister. She added more rooms,
tunnels to my “Castle” and a few pigs just so I “would not get
lonely when she left my castle”. I eventually had the youngest
blow it up with TNT.
My
spiritual life could also be compared to my attempted Minecraft
Castle. For years, I built walls to protect myself from being hurt
by others. Depending upon my relationship with a person, I might let
them into certain rooms of my Castle, but not all of them. I did the
same with Jesus too. “Jesus, you can come into these rooms that I
have prepared for you. See the walls have pictures of my good deeds.
Look these rooms also have my friends that I have approved are holy
enough to be in my God rooms. Do not ask me about the others. In
this room you can see a screening of me being holy in prayer and in
works. Wait, Jesus, where are you going? No, those rooms are not
clean!!! I don't think you can even fit in them, since they are
filled with boxes. You don't need to see the trash that are in those
boxes!” But that is where He wants to go. Sometimes He will
remove walls block by block, because He sees something that I have
enclosed and have forgotten about. The effect is like my youngest
bonus niece blowing up my “Castle” with TNT.
You
might be asking “Why would you allow Him to go through these so
called boxes in rooms that you have blocked off if the effect is
going to be devastating?”
Well,
because I know that Jesus has my best interests in mind. He
loves me. He doesn't want me to store up trash and hoard it! He
wants to help me sort through the boxes so that I can make room in my
castle. He wants to help me restructure it and rebuild it, so that
all are welcome to meet Him within my Castle's walls. The truth is
it's not really my Castle. He has made me a steward or caretaker of it, but it's His Castle. He bought it a long
time ago and He paid dearly for it.
