To be gifted by God. I now stand with one leg outside of the box. The view from here is strange, new, refreshing. My world has taken on a new dimension I am now more aware of than before. To be gifted by God. Wow. What an honor. Each one of us is given a specific spiritual gift from the Creator. Paul talks about these gifts in Romans and 1 Corinthians: "wise counsel, clear understanding, simple trust, healing the sick, miraculous acts, proclamation, distinguishing between spirits, tongues, interpretation of tongues."* These are just to name a few. Some we encounter on a daily basis in the presence of certain people and others such as miraculous acts, distinguishing between spirits, and interpretation of tongues we don't recognize or even have knowledge about. Or at least I didn't. Until two days ago, I hadn't realized the magnitude of the box in which had been limiting the actuality of God in my mind. The box I had built with my human perceptions and with the help of the religious society I have grown up in. The box grows larger each day. In this instance, the box had been limiting my awareness of actions done by the Giver's hand such as the apportionment of gifts. In the aftermath of the Fall, we seek to find our box, something defining, tangible. We seek to put names to things and ourselves, but when we run out of names, we are afraid-thus building ourselves a box. Defining God within our box of tangible and named actions and attributes is a safe and predictable picture. When it comes to sharing with others about God it is pretty easy to scrounge around inside our box and pick out a few attractive pictures and stories, but when it comes to our personal relationship, our ability to meditate on the Creator's voice is muffled, our box becomes claustrophobic. The Creator and the gifts of his hands aren't in a box. Looking beyond our needs for definement we begin to see the gifts of others and how great the possibilities are for our own state of being, because God isn't fully manifested in a box, but in the power and beauty of being Creator. It's something I fail to express in words. I've sat here for 7 minutes trying to and I can't. it's a bit abstract I confess, but just stop and think of the wonders of God's power beyond what we are capable of naming! Beyond our box!
One side of my box was shattered two days ago by a person who shared with me their gift. And it hit me after listening for an hour about their gift: our impact on the world hinges on our awareness and ability to take ownership and grasp the gift the Creator is etching our names into. Embracing it we become a manifestation of Light. Embracing it we stand with both feet outside of the box.