This has been one of the worst weeks of my life. My son Gabriel died inside his mother's womb. The ordeal only begins with the horrifying news that your child has died. You still have to go to the hospital, to the delivery ward and give birth to a corpse. Then you come face to face with how fragile life really is, and at how inadequate and powerless you really are. Politics, economics, nationality, philosophy, etc. are meaningless when you see your child taken away before you ever get to know them.
The only that thing makes any sense at all is Christ. It is for this very reason that He came. He took on our humanity, went to the cross with it, to the tomb with it, resurrected with it, ascended into heaven with it and now sits at the right hand of the Father in glory with it. By sharing in our nature in such an intimate way, we are now able to share in His nature. Our humanity sits at the right hand of the Father in glory, our nature is sharing in God's eternity. In Christ, we have eternal life. In Christ, Gabriel's broken form has hope and life.
In a way, this is why I write this blog. All things humanity does is rendered meaningless in death, including (and especially) this game we play; however, I allow Christ into every aspect of my life, including the way I play D&D. Through Him, even something as frivolous as rolling a d20 can bring hope. Playing D&D cannot be an escape from the reality my son is dead, but it can be an expression of my faith in Christ's words, "Let the little children come to Me, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven" (Luke 18:16).
May Gabriel's memory be eternal.