Oh my gosh. Best, hands down, game ever. Grab in the dark was my and my sister’s favorite game to play as kids. We begged my dad to play it with us all the time. There was never a time when the game didn’t end with injury, yet we constantly begged and pleaded to play.
It can only be played in a pitch black room. If there is any shred of light, even the tiniest crack of light, you can’t play. You have to be completely hidden by the darkness. We would meticulously cover every bit of light coming from under the door and cracks around the window using blankets, clothes and anything else dense that we could find. Once all the light was eradicated it was time to play. It was on!
The basic premise of the game is that Dad would seek us out, grabbing around in the dark for us. Can you tell how original we were when naming the game? Amy and I would silently move about the room, hiding under beds, on the top bunk of the bunk bed, standing on chairs, anywhere we could find to hide that also had an easy escape route. As Dad blindly hunted around for us with his hands, we would shift, jump, lunge, or whatever, into the next hiding spot. Now technically we weren’t hiding per say because the dark was hiding us, but that’s why it had to be pitch black, so that way you were actually hidden.
So picture it, a dad, two kids, pitch black, leaping, lunging, swinging, jumping and in general rough-housing. Did I mention it was in the dark? I mean what bad could come of that? Black eyes. Cut arms. Bloody noses. Big bruises. The game would never end until someone got hurt. We never planned it that way, each time we played we truly intended that this would be the time that no one got hurt, yet that time never came.
As an adult I can’t imagine what my mother went through while we played. I find myself wondering was she (a) so overjoyed Dad was entertaining us that the cost benefit was worth it to her and therefore she sat outside oblivious to our screams (of joy and of pain) while sipping an iced tea or (b) was she standing outside the door where we were playing, mommy heart stressed to the max, holding ice packs, band-aids and cloths ready to catch the dripping blood. Knowing my mom, it was probably B.
Life in this dark and crazy world works the same. This world is dark. It’s broken. We often can’t see to find our way. We are searching for more. Searching for a shred of light. Searching to connect. We often find ourselves jumping from one problem to the next. Lunging from one near disaster straight head on into the next. We love the “fun” that comes from sin yet we get beaten and bruised by the choices we make. Our sin isn’t worth the consequences, yet we keep making the same bad choices over and over and over.
Jesus is the light for our dark world. He is our hope that this time the game will be different. He is the salvation that even when we make the same poor choice he will be our savior from the ultimate consequence of separation from Him. We have hope that this time it really will be different because of Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross. God is always standing there, waiting on us, heartbroken yet holding the ice pack to heal our wounds. He is always faithful, never wavering and unconditionally loving.
Romans 5:8 – But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
Psalm 86:15 – But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.
Zephaniah 3:17 – The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.
Nehemiah 9:17 – But you are a forgiving God, gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love.