The conversation was fragmented, as so many are with teenagers. The details came out in blurry fits and spurt, bits and pieces I puzzled together. My son was stuck in the wildly popular video game he was playing. He wanted to conquer the formidable foe (my interpretation of the beastly opponent he was battling) but needed more life, so he needed to “pray.”
It wasn’t praying like we pray, he assured me, more like a simple video game move - a move a player makes in front of a stone carving, an idol they call it. “Praying” gives a player life.
My suspicions were raised and reflections of those stiff-necked Israelites and their lingering affair with idols raced through my mind. Wait a minute. Why are we choosing this for entertainment?
"But it’s not like that, Mom,” He defended quickly, feeling my quiet questions inch into the sacred space of something he valued. It’s not a big deal. Everyone plays this game.
This is precisely where parenting gets trickier than I thought it would. It’s not the big and wild disobedience that is hard. Those moments are clear and obvious. It’s these quieter, stickier dilemmas – the ones every other mom seems to have said yes to, the ones that come in shades of gray. These things we inadvertently condone, support, and spend our money on, but do we agree with them?
And what are we to do when they are suddenly brought to light? Once we are faced with a conviction, involving parenting, work, marriage, or in the quiet of our own personal space, what are we going to do with it?
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