Simple Musings

It seems like everything we do and are as humans ends up relegated to “containers”.  Few of us can tolerate any ambiguity or “bleeding out of boundaries”.  Most of us go through life navigating from box to box or within several boxes. And here are the names of some of the boxes I’ve found myself confronting:

With spiritual and faith matters – the box called Doctrine

With political and public issues – the box called Party Affiliation

With physical appearance – the boxes called Youth and Perfect Body

With ethnic identification – the box called Race

With financial status – the box called Class

Every label is a box, every box is a container and containers may protect, but also confine. Persons outside of each box are not as safe, but very necessary for the survival of civilizations.  Such are the prophets of all ages.  Martin Luther King, Jr. was certainly a prophet for our time. 

To be a prophet is to risk the security of the boundaries of a box (or multiple boxes).  I wish I were a prophet, but I’m afraid I lack the courage.