Last updated on October 22, 2014
The Traveler. The Golden Age. The Darkness. I listen in cynical awe as Destiny tries to drown me. The living room is dark. My headphones ring of Halo overtones of the past. Humanity is judged. The Traveler offers redemption.
Judgement
27 Just as man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment,
Our bodies are frail. Dust. We are all destined to die. The writer of Hebrews talks about how following death comes judgement. One single decision. One choice. Keeps us from the forever darkness.
Awakening
I hear a voice that reminds me of the pissed-off elf-sized author from the film Elf! He identifies himself as Ghost. Apparently he has been searching for me for a long long time but never managed to check twitter or Facebook. Adjusting my headphones, Peter Dinklage breathes softly into my ear. My Titan rises after a century long dirt nap. Predators howl in the distance. Ghost tells me that we need to find shelter, fast. I don’t believe him. I can tell that Destiny is highly scripted. Nothing is going to happen to me. Silly Peter.
The tired mind is rarely rational. The combination of music, lighting, and level design are making me tense. Did you hear that? I grip the controller tightly and venture on through some random ruins. Bad guys die. A spaceship is found. Ghost and I travel to the last city the Traveler can protect. My eyes burn. I am tired and want to go to sleep. However, the feedback loop has taken hold. I press on.
Hope
28a so Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many people; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him. – Hebrews 9: 27-28 (NIV)
I am not sure who the Traveler is. The Traveler could be playing some sort of cosmic Hunger Games with the galaxy for all I know.
Since the age of five, I have known who Christ is. Hope. Salvation. Sacrifice. What started as a simple child-like faith has grown into a mature relationship. Christ is not interested in being a silent sphere, like the Traveler. No, he desires an active relationship with each and every one of us.
Lights out
My eyes are done for the day. I log off the game. Turn off the remaining lights in the house. Walk across the cold wood floor to my bedroom and crawl into bed. I lay awake thinking about eternal destiny and Destiny. One is an unavoidable event; the other is a game based on light/refined MMO mechanics.
The Traveler offers redemption through blood…or is it protection through blood? I close my eyes, knowing that answers will soon come through more play.
