Sometimes to make ourselves comfortable we put God in a box. We sculpt him into a wooden statue to bow to. We imagine him being a blonde and blue-eyed man that we can run away from. We make him silent, or uncaring, or angry, or weak and small.
Then one day, we get revelation….
Maybe he’s bigger then that.
So we give him a bigger box. It still has a lid, still keeps him contained, keeps us in control.
Then one day, we get revelation…
Maybe he’s bigger then that.
So we give him a bigger box. It still has a lid, still keeps him contained, keeps us in control.
Then one day, we get revelation….
Maybe he’s bigger then that.
So we give him a bigger box. It still has a lid, still keeps him contained, keeps us in control.
But our God doesn’t live in a box.
He never has, never will. And the longer we lie to ourselves about giant boxes that keep getting bigger, the more we miss out on his incredibly large, creative, insane love and intentions for our lives.
Be free.
Believe in the one whose son died on a cross for you.
See no boxes. Believe in no boxes.
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