As a Christian, I have certain convictions about what may or may not be appropriate behaviors for myself. I believe that we all have a responsibility to look hard into our relationship with God and decide how he is calling us to live. What might be appropriate for you may not be for me. What might seem legalistic to you, might be a dearly held conviction to me. It's not for us to judge one another, but to obey the call to live holy lives, imitating Christ while we draw near to him.
OK, that being said, I'm not really the type of person who feels compelled to gamble. I would much rather take my money to Target, Bed, Bath & Beyond or Barnes & Noble than feed it to a slot machine. I'm too much of a tightwad. However, my Mother-in-Law is an antique dealer and happens to have an antique slot machine in her living room. It's very cool and the family, myself included, plunks quarters into it whenever we wander into her house.
The other day, I pulled a quarter out of my purse and gave the slot a pull. I won five quarters. Of course, when the coins hit the metal dispenser, everyone in the room knows you've won something and if there are any around, all the kids come running up and ask for a portion of your winnings (which they proceed to put back in the machine and lose...so much for your profit. Hence, my earlier statement that I'd rather go shopping) Anyway, my son comes running over and begs for a quarter, which I give him, and he puts back in the machine. But he doesn't immediately pull the handle. He's just standing there looking at it.
"Pull it." I say.
"Wait," he says, "I'm not ready."
"Why aren't you ready? What are you waiting for?"
"Please, God let me win! Please, God let me win. Please, God let me win! Okay, Mom, now I'm ready!"