The Danger of Being in a Box and Why it Makes Sense When You are in it

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I was a Christian for most of my life, a pastor for most of my adult life. I was a fervent believer of the faith once delivered to the saints. I believed it, practiced it, and lived it. When I was in the Christian box, it all made sense to me. Everything I read, everything I heard, and everything I experienced, reinforced the belief that I was in the right box.

God told me, the Bible told me, my friends and family told me, and the opposition of the world told me, that I was in the right box. Every once in a while I would take one step outside the box and experience a bit of “other-boxedness.”  After every foray into the world outside the Christian box, I would return to the safety of the box.

This is the way I lived my life for  five decades. Then one day, I decided to take more than one step outside of the box. I haltingly, tentatively took a few steps, staying close enough to the box that I could run back if I needed to.

Over time, I wandered farther and farther away from the box. I found all kinds of things that were not  in the box I was in. I was confronted with data, beliefs, ideologies, facts, and practices that I had never heard of. I was uncertain about what I should make of these new-found things.

I talked to fellow box-keepers about this. They cautioned me about wandering outside of the box. Nothing good happens outside of the box, Bruce. Everything we need for life and godliness is right here in the box. We even have a manual that tells us how to live in the box.

But I continued to wander outside of the box. One day, I wandered so far outside the box that I realized, for the first time, that the box sat on a steep, slippery hill. And there were other boxes too, all of them on that same slippery hill. The first time I noticed this, I quickly retreated to the safety of the box. Then one day, I found myself far outside the box. I turned around to look longingly at the box and I slipped, and before I knew it I was slipping and sliding down the slippery hill. On this day I fought and clawed my way back up the hill and I crawled back to the box. Dirty and bruised, I was safe within the box once again. The box was my salvation.

But is wasn’t. My mind was filled with thoughts of all the wonders I found outside the box. Things that those in my box said were bad for me; things that they were sure would ruin me. They told me that The box was all I needed. They feared I was becoming a wanderlust.

And they were right. I wandered once again outside the box, and just as before, I fell down the slope of the slippery hill. This happened to me many times before I finally gave up and stayed at the bottom of the hill. When I did this, the box I had lived in for almost 50 years was no longer large enough for me. For the first time, the things I had found in the box seemed odd, peculiar, and contradictory.

When I was in the box it all made sense. It all fit. But now, outside of the box, at the bottom of the slippery hill, the things I once believed now seemed to be the strange language of an alien culture. I found myself saying, I can’t believe I actually believed _________________________.  It seems so crazy and incoherent now, yet when I was in the box it all made sense.

I can’t go back to the box I was in. As a secularist, as a person who values skeptical, rational thinking, I must always be aware of other boxes around me. Every box’s occupants say that they have the truth. Every box’s occupants want me to take up residence in their box. However, I have learned, perhaps the hard way, that living in the narrow, blind confines of a box keeps me from experiencing the world that exists outside the box. Every box’s occupants think they are unique. Their sameness cannot be seen until one is out of the box – all of the boxes.

Experiencing the world outside of the box changed me forever.  I know I still have a penchant for box-like thinking, but I revel in a life free of the constraints of any box.

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6 Comments

  1. Steve

    So true. I’ve thought this very same thing over the last few years.

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  2. Rosie

    Wow, I also had been seeing some of these very things especially since I haven’t been going to “church for over 5 years now. It is amazing how much more clearly I can see things than I did when I was in it all the time. Even my mother who is a died in the wool stay in the box person has been some easier to deal with since her health has been such that she couldn’t attend church any more. But thank you for hitting the nail on the head.

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  3. Monty

    I can apply this not just to Christianity but I recently left the box of a 12 step recovery program (Narcotics Anonymous) as well and found the same thing….Mlst of it is bullshit and is in every way a box just like a religion, right down to worship of the Big Book or Basic Text book.

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    1. Justine Valinotti

      Monty, I was thinking about the twelve-step programs as I read Bruce’s story. I was in two programs and, in both, they tell you that if you step outside of their box, you will fall right back into addiction.

      Part of the reason I stayed was guilt. My first two sponsors died (of HIV-related illnesses) and I felt that leaving the box would dishonor their memory. But even they told me to “take what works and leave the rest”. I could have followed their advice and stopped going to meetings long before I did.

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  4. James

    – I believe the box is culture, in whatever place you are found in, yet, I believe, the love of God towards us and our love of God back to Him is not ‘boxed’ by this world, in any time we live in or through or by…

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    1. Brian

      James,
      That is fine that you wish to attribute your ability to enjoy love to some God firgure in your head. But when I read about love it always refers to human beings not some idea of the invisible realms. Still, go for it if you please.

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