Think Inside the Big One
A man fits everything into boxes.
When it’s out of the box, it has his full attention, but when he puts it back in, it’s out of sight and out of mind. Women hate that, but it seems to be an inherent male characteristic.
Boxes provide a means to define, separate and categorize, store and protect and, eventually, locate and make use of whatever seems conducive to living.
But is it always wise to think outside of them?
That might depend on who you ask. Artists and advertising agencies would probably think it is, while mechanics and surgeons wouldn’t. But, for the man who claims to belong to the Lord Jesus Christ, the question is, how should he make the best use of his boxes?
It’s all about sizing and prioritizing.
For too many years, I kept Christ’s box buried somewhere in the stacks of them I’d accumulated for myself. It took a while to find it when I needed it because it looked just like all the others. As a result, my life was incomplete and disordered to say the least. Every expectation I sought from any box usually lacked significance and rarely materialized.
So, I decided to quit living like a boxymoron. I decided, first of all, to give God the biggest box I could find.
But it wasn’t all about what I needed. It was about what His box deserved. Nothing in any of the other boxes accomplishes what His does. Nothing in any of them loved me enough to die in my place so that I might live again in the age to come.
Nothing even came close.
Every box I create for myself now automatically goes into His box. I have to go through His to access any of mine.
And if it won’t fit in there, I get rid of it.
Last Updated: December 29, 2024 by cjournalme Leave a Comment
Don’t Regret the Sweat
We’ve become people who are ashamed to sweat.
But it’s not just because we think sweat stinks. There’s also an unfounded stigma of low social status attached to the man who owes his existence to hard physical labor.
Unfortunately, this impression has gained a lot of plausibility over the years.
Not only that, many young boys have been groomed to seek a “good” job—one demanding a liberal arts college education and a well-deserved expectation to somehow try to increase personal wealth exponentially sitting behind an employer’s desk for eight hours a day.
But God’s wisdom remains unfathomable.
And I’m convinced that a desire to work hard and sweat make up a critical part of the intrinsic male appetite. However, the appeal of easy money has successfully enticed many of us to abandon the masculine character and physical vitality necessary to thrive in a fallen world.
Because life in the Garden before man’s disobedience was hardly an exercise in idleness. After creating Adam, God placed him there to take care of it. [Gen. 2:15]
He had to work in order to do that.
And nothing in the texts of the creation account suggests that sweating didn’t exist before the man disobeyed. God merely stated that Adam’s “sweat” would henceforth be the result of a more difficult form of sustenance—farming.
“Cursed is the ground because of you. In toil you shall eat of it all the days of your life. Both thorns and thistles it shall grow for you, and you shall eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread till you return to the ground, because from it you were taken. For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” [Gen. 3:17b-19]
Of course, “sweating” can sometimes be understood in the context of doing any number of things I don’t want to do.
Yet, in spite of how the world works, I believe God’s intention has always been for a man to be bound to some form of challenging, physical labor, whether it involves agriculture or not.
After all, His curse was upon the ground, not upon Adam.
And it’s no secret that the sweat from physical labor is itself actually a blessing, for without it, a man cannot remain cool. The health benefits are also self-evident.
Few will admit it, but when men work and sweat, there’s a sense of accomplishment among them.