Crushing Religious Boxes

The box. It calls.  Beckons…”Come rest in me.  My straight walls. Sharp edges.”  It hides… A people.  Asking them to leave…. The freedom bought in Christ. To hide inside…it’s small, dark corners.  Confined. While open skies beckon higher.  Calling deeper…drawing closer to The Source. Fear resists the open. Like an infant….feeling…. Safer.  With small.  Shallow.  Confining […]

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