Little Boxes

So, you want to be my friend, get to know me better. I'm not sure that is always a good idea - you may not like who you meet, or meet who you thought you would meet.

However, it's easy. Just jump the wormhole to the extreme left of your right shoulder - and you are on the right road to enlightenment.

So why the frown? Did you expect me to fit into the little box you created for me in your mind. I know what I say, and I know how I act - each move carefully calculated, and based on this you have created an uncomplicated image of me - that makes me appealing and easy to get on with.

But people are not uncomplicated - no person is truly  one sided, well except for Christ with Him it was WYSIWYG, but then he has been around since the creation of the world, and he is transparent and pure.
Me? Well that is a different thing altogether.

I have my public life, my family life, my personal life - you know the one that 'the sword' can cut to where bone and sinew meet, spirit and soul come together. I guess its the last 'life' that gives me the reason not to 'get too friendly with the natives'.
I don't want to rock your faith, or your world - so if I chose to remain anonymous  - then know this, 'you are not ready to meet me yet'. I don't mind playing the role of the box and keep everyone stable, but my inner man tears at the fabric of its prison at times - screaming to be set free.

Will I 'transport' myself back, open the windows of your mind, well its tempting at times, just to relax but that is not why I was called. I am gifted to build-up, not break-down. To give hope not to plant seeds of doubt. So I choose to live the boxed life and keep myself hidden down the dark tunnel of black space.

Few will find me, those rare souls who know where to look and how to peel back the layers of ones deep existence, but for the most I will remain hidden, until the Bema-Seat judgement - when all is revealed and all secrets laid bare. Where all motives and actions are tested 'by fire', where words and thoughts are brought into the light out of the dark recesses of our minds - then and only then will you know me, for who I really am - till then the box offers the hiding place I need, so that you can be free.