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ARE VIDEO
GAMES

GLORIFYING
TO GOD?

H
is eyelids began to droop as he leaned
forward in his padded desk chair. His fingers
swiftly clicking the backlit keys of his
mechanical keyboard. His other hand
gracefully maneuvering his wireless mouse. The room
was relatively quiet, relatively still, illuminated only by
the soft glow of his computer screen. A stale scent of
microwaved food, dirty clothes, and cramped living
hung in the air. He fought back a yawn, unfazed by the
smell he’d grown accustomed to. How could he be
tired with all the exciting fun that awaited him just
beyond the lobby? Just beyond the next loading
screen? “One more round,” he thought to himself,
“Then I’ll get some sleep.” The clock only read 10:17
pm on his desktop. He felt justified since he didn’t
have any homework due the next day. Slugging back
the last of his Coke, he set the empty can down next to
a pile of wrinkled papers and refocused on his
monitor. What felt like seconds passed by. As he
looked up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his
hand reached down for his phone, almost reflexively.
The backlight from his screen hit his face like a
miniature sun as he saw the time: 3:48 am? He
groaned and threw his phone onto the pile of clothes
strewn haphazardly across his bed. “Where did the
time go?” he thought to himself. He leaned back in his
chair, and exhaled, regretting ever signing up for an
8:00 am class.

“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s
afternoon! December is here before it’s June. My
goodness how the time has flewn! How did it get so
late so soon?”
- Dr. Seuss

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