Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me. (Revelation 3:20, NIV)
Today I was helping my mother dismount the (fake!) Christmas tree, while I also took a few embellishments. This is literally the most depressing part of the holidays, taking out the decorations. (Inasmuch as we live in an apartment now, we only decorated with a tree, a poinsettia I bought for her from school, and some long winter wreaths in the long window. What was most notable was the fact that we also had to take care of hiding the nativity scene that I adore and some winter houses that Mami brought from Puerto Rico.
Even when I failed to take a picture of Mami dismounting the nativity (thus the creation of said post), I somewhat realized how shallow the holidays can be- and for this Puerto Rican living in America, don’t think that they’re over yet! How are we so fond of boxing God effortless? I know that the nativity, like most things, is made out of ceramic, but something can be drawn from this. Not only holidays, but any day, we are so sure of boxing God even in our subconscious matters, boxing ourselves to His touch, His love, His freedom by our own.
Boxing God is not on our expectations, not an iota. For some, boxing God is relatively easy: they do it all the time! For others, boxing God is the equivalent of a major mortal sin. (Between these extremes, I will fall on the “major-mortal-sin” type, but when I do something that can be considered “boxing God” out of my life, I get stuck!) We do box His power out, putting limits on an unlimited Savior (shall I need proof?), we do need for His fire to be rekindled and filled continuously.
Thus, unfortunately, boxing God out of our hearts, minds and souls will never approach victory, not even the least. He will let hearts harden, but He will also let hearts to melt in grace and favor. (Isn’t the Lord wonderful!?) Thus Jesus knocks in the door of our hears, seeking, just seeking, if someone will take Him out of the box of their hearts into a new life. A new life breathes and bemoans and bewilders out of the ashes, yet life can also breathe by letting God out of the box, letting Him rule our hears, letting Him rule our work and our place in this earth…
(I cannot say I am totally finished.)
