Monday, May 2, 2011

BOX TOX

I love boxes.

 I also love Boxers...as in dogs.  This one jumped in the car with me one time.  



I named him Sammy.  He liked to sleep under the TV tray.  Who doesn't?





Sometimes I like to get a bunch of boxes from the grocery store and just stack 'em up around the house.  Makes me feel like live in a back room of a grocery store.  I never go hungry. 

Other times I pretend like I'm movin' somewhere, which is always so exciting. I like to imagine what exotic locale I will be heading for next and what fascinating new people I will be get to preach at.  Or to.  Or...at.  Both.  Whatever.  

Maybe I'll be imprisoned like the Apostle Paul and have to live in one of these boxes someday.  

It COULD happen.  Depends on where I pretend to move.

When I was a kid I used to get inside of boxes and roll myself down the stairs.  Now THAT was FUN!  And, it probably explains a lot of my concentration and memory problems.


So many boxes, so many possibilities.   


Just...like...a Preacher.


Think about it.  

No, I mean REALLY think about it.  Then lemme know what you come up with.

Let's face it, analogies aren't as easy as they look.  This one's gonna have to simmer a while.  

But I've got time.  And a roomful of boxes.


As together we stand and sing.


BP