Angry Pastors

I love Angry Birds. I just adore those hilarious, squawking, destructive, pig-hating, self-mutilating, masochistic, egg-laying, exploding balls of fun. I even love the cheesy musical background (OK, not really). So far i have played and beaten 635 levels. and yes, there are still more.  I have spent so much time throwing these valiant birds at those devilish pigs, calculating trajectory, designing elaborate ways to drop my bird in exactly the correct spot in exactly the right sequence, shouting in triumphant delight or furious agony (there is always that one tiny pig that you cant kill no matter what, he just sits there and grins....and then it becomes personal). Maybe its because I've invested so much time, energy, and yes, emotion, or maybe its just because I'm a Pastor, but I have felt the need to develop a theology of these Angry Birds. You may laugh (frankly, I don't blame you). Hurling awkward spheroid bird caricatures at similarly awkward swine does not seem, at first blush, to lend itself much to any kind of redemptive value. In truth, I tend to shy away from over-spiritualizing the things we take part in every day (sometimes a game can just be a game, right?), I wouldnt want to ruin mindless, bird-launching fun with corny Christian illusions and metaphors. I would hate to read too much into a cartoon bird on a singular mission throwing itself with utter abandon at the walls of opposition time and time again without any regard to its own safety or well-being. To trivialize the idea that all various kinds of birds are needed to overcome the obstacles and defeat the enemy; or to overemphasize how they sacrifice themselves with devastating consequences for the sake of another. Or to overstate how the plans of the enemy become more and more elaborate and difficult to overcome, yet even after 635 levels they sit in the slingshot ready to be used again, "trusting" in the hand of another to guide them. That reckless abandon is, to me, what makes this game terrifyingly addictive. (That, and the sheer malevolent complexity of the levels.  Rovio employs some seriously nefarious people)
Truthfully, the redemptive value of this game is probably simply just in its absorbing ability to help me kill time while growing my sanctification as I learn to not scream profanities at little grinning green balls of asinine swine. Maybe.