We humans like boxes. Boxes equal certainty. Boxes equal predictable. Boxes equal same old same old. Boxes are synonymous with control, routine, and safety.
But as much as we’ve tried to box God, He is beyond our little containers.
Let me take this moment to make a statement: The trinity is the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost; Not the Father, the Son, and the Holy Bible.
Do not get me wrong. The word of God is essential. The word of God, the Bible, is a sword.
“All Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right. God uses it to prepare and equip his people to do every good work.” (2 Timothy 3:16-18 NLT)
But the Bible does not have every answer you need written out plainly. This is why we must, I repeat, MUST know and dialogue with the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit will never tell you anything contrary to the written word of God, but the Holy Spirit is superior.
This means we must leave our box too.
“He’s not a tame lion. but He’s good,” -Lucy, the Chronicles of Narnia
We are usually presented with two choices: going our own, safe, comfortable way or going the risky, faith-required, uncertain way of the Holy Spirit.
I have found that the reason why the Holy Spirit is called the Comforter is because God knew His ways would make us uncomfortable at times.
My box for God has been shattered many times.
One time, I was on my first day in the Healing Rooms at Church. Every Saturday, the Church sanctuary changes into the appearance of a hospital, as the room is rearranged to hold hundreds of ill people in need of relief. For many, this is their last resort of finding help. If I could describe the look on the faces of many of these people in one word it would be: desperate.
Jesus said blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.
On my first day in the healing rooms, I was witnessing many poor in spirit, their last hope in God for healing.
As one who has personally contended for breakthrough in my own healing and the healing of many loved ones, it has been quite a journey of faith with a lot of intermixed discouragement.
But here I was on Saturday morning, and the lady before me had a tumor the size of half of a soccer ball on her shoulder.
and I was supposed to pray for her.
I was with a lovely married couple, vets in the healing room. We began praying, and the man next to me began to command the tumor to shrink in Jesus name. I was a bit surprised at the authority he spoke with at first, but I prayed along. And you won’t believe what happened. The tumor actually began to shrink!
Yep, 10 minutes of on-and-off prayer later, with checking the condition of the lady in between, I felt and saw with my own eyes that the tumor was completely gone. Nada. Zip. No more tumor.
Box, shattered. I need to learn to stop putting Him in there.
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