I’m in a Box…

On Sunday our church service started with filling a shoe box with Christmas presents for needy children. It finished with Jon preaching about Jesus, a courtroom drama… a jury box, witness box…

Musing… the boxes that I’m in…

I’m often in the Jury Box… searching for truth, listening to evidence, weighing up pros and cons, having to make decisions.

I’m sometimes in the Witness Box… telling others of my story. The danger is that I leave the witness box and stand on my Soap Box… which isn’t always good…

Each morning I get up, have a shower, reflect, read, pray, have breakfast… My day starts in a Cereal Box… the place of a good start

The doorbell rings. It’s a mail-order delivery… The item is well-packaged, well-protected. I spend some time in a Delivery Box… safe, secure, unspectacular.

In contrast the unexpected happens and I find myself sharing a box with Jack… Jack-in-the-box… the place of surprises.

I play a CD… familiar songs… The Eagles, Elton John, Queen… I enter my Juke Box… I sing along.

I put on my shoes and go out… in my Shoe Box… Musing on ‘walking the walk as well as talking the talk. Sunday reminded me that the shoe box is also the place where I give to those in need.

Sometimes in giving to those in need I enter the First Aid Box… with plasters patching up the injured, disinfectant cleaning up the mess, a sling supporting the weak…

I meet with some friends in the Frog Box… They really are mad as a box of frogs…  With other friends I leave the my box security and think creatively… Out Of The Box…

Return home… there’s the grandchildren’s old Toy Box… Reading Jesus’ words: ‘Let the little children come to me… for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these… anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.’

Musing… entering the toy box…

P.S. What boxes do you live in?