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Topic: Escape (01/02/06)
TITLE: Boxed In
By Cheryl Harrison
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For as long as I can remember the room has belonged to me. Through the years the décor has changed, but it’s my room and I like it. Photographs of family and friends decorate the walls and offer momentary escape into precious memories. The window is painted on the wall, but it’s real enough for me. At one time beautiful furnishings filled the room, but my collecting of memory boxes over the years left little space for furniture. Recently I removed everything from the room except my wall-to-wall collection. Each box carefully fashioned for storing memories. All of them labeled with names of people I have known.
I entered my room, being careful to close the door behind me. Stuffing a pen and pad of paper into my pocket I began my search for Susan’s box. I couldn’t remember the last time I opened her box, but I was determined to find it. I rummaged through the boxes one by one, occasionally stopping to consider their contents. Familiar pain stabbed at my heart when I came across the box of an old friend I hadn’t seen in years. I opened the box and found several slips of paper. Words like, “lied to me” and “betrayed me” were written on them. Frayed edges indicated I had visited this box many times and even though the offenses were old, they seemed brand new. Bold letters printed on the outside of the box read, “Relationship Ended”. I sighed, closed the box and dropped it on the nearest stack.
The afternoon passed quickly. Stopping to rest I looked around and realized I was boxed into the room. The walls and door had disappeared behind all the boxes. Needing some sense of direction I looked for the painted window, but I couldn’t see it. I tried to clear a path for myself. Somehow, all the names and offenses had become a prison cell with no way of escape.
Frustrated and exhausted, I sat on the floor. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a small box. It seemed familiar, but I wasn’t sure where it came from. It was labeled, “God” and the bold letters printed on the outside read, “Remember Me?” I opened the box and found messages long since forgotten. Messages of grace, mercy, forgiveness and love, all of which God freely gave to me. Promises of peace, joy, provision and fulfillment flooded my soul. Forgetting about my other boxes I concentrated on the treasure set before me. How had I forgotten such an important box?
Anger faded away as God gently reminded me of his love and forgiveness. For what seemed like hours I read the messages he left for me. I realized I could no longer keep a record of wrongs. I knew if God forgave me, I must forgive others.
There seemed to be more space in my room now. My collection of boxes lost importance and I began to see the way of escape. The room faded away allowing my mind to clear. I looked at the Bible in my hands and decided to call Susan.
Scripture Application: “For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”– 2 Corinthians 10:3-5 (NIV)
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