Boxes

I'm seeing more and more clearly that we moderns, especially westerners, have become very good at shoving everything into our own particular and comfortable boxes. We have work boxes, play boxes, family boxes, friend boxes, faith boxes... This isn't the way we were created, but the way we've become. Our one purpose on this planet is communion with God. This single fact splinters to bits any box we can build. Worship is why we're here. We can no more compartmentalize worship and communion with the One who allows us our next heartbeat than we can breathing air. Boxes aren't freedom, they're a grey-walled prison cell. I'm getting out the crowbar and sledgehammer. Let a little light in. That first swing feels pretty good.

Peace in Jesus,
Buck


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