Relax

I have been thinking recently about unwinding. You know, the kind of unwinding that others would call rest. "Unwinding" assumes that you are wound and I feel "wound" a lot lately. With three kids with various age-related needs and a demanding schedule at work, the time I find best to unwind is late at night...which in turn makes me sleepy the next day only to become more "wound". My wife was working late on the computer last night and came in the bedroom to find me playing James Bond "Goldeneye" on an old Nintendo 64. She is not a fan of the game since it portrays realistic views of death, mayhem and destruction. She grumbled her disapproval (too violent) and I told her she cannot understand since she is a chick. To me the game represents mastery, not murder. In the game you are given a mission and you are to complete the mission while others (cold war Russians who happen to be well-armed) are trying to keep you from completing it. Against overwhelming odds you work though different scenarios, strive to meet your objectives and complete a mission. If a brain surgeon was tracking the pleasure center in my brain while I play this game he would see those little cells doing a riverdance. In a very real sense I think I unwind like this because it is truly not real...and thus an escape from my ministry life where the mission is ongoing, rarely completed, and the odds are overwhelming.

Now, If I could just use timed mines...