It is probably not theologically advisable to begin a sermon with a complaint, but I am going to defy that advice. I have a complaint, and it is this: Nobody plays the good, old, childhood games anymore! When leaves turn color, and temperatures turn cool, my thoughts turn to outdoor games we played as children. Remember those days? All the children in the neighborhood would gather in an empty field somewhere, and we would choose up sides, or decide who was "it" and then the game would begin. It might have been "Capture the Flag" or "Kick the Can" or "Steal the Bacon" or "Ghost in the Graveyard" or "Flashlight Tag" or "Worm." Now those were games! Didn't need a computer or Xbox or Wii! But you tell that to children today and they think you're crazy! "Kick the Can? You played Kick the Can in…