Why Do I put God in a Box?

Why do I put God in a box?

I have been contemplating this question for the last couple of days now.

I am unapologetically a Catholic Christian. I only add Christian because many people don’t understand that Catholicism is Christiananity. I recently tried to convince two people that I care about the fact of that matter, but my words were in vain. That bothered me quite a bit until now.

When I was little, I was taught that just because I was Catholic that I had the moral authority over non Catholics because we have the fullness of the truth in the Eucharist. I believe with every ounce of my being that Jesus is present in the Eucharist: body, blood, soul, and divinity, and I am thankful for the graces I receive in my Church of choice, but I need someone to hear me say this, “I do not have the moral authority over ANYONE.”

Let me explain:

When I was a young wife and mom, my family went to the Apostolic Pentecostal Church in order to honor my husband’s mom on Mother’s Day. That day was instrumental on my journey. There was a song that we sang that went something like this:

Only Jesus can satisfy your soul. Only He can take your heart and make it whole. He’ll give you things you never knew. Sweet love and joy, and Heaven too. Only Jesus can satisfy your soul.

I bawled like a baby while singing that song in a church (according to how I was raised) that I shouldn’t have been in. I will tell you this…God was present in that church and it was a beautiful experience. Why did I put HIM in a box?

Several years later after having left the Catholic Church in an attempt to bring unity to my family, I was going to a nondenominational church in my small town. The pastor at the time did a sermon series on Craig Grochel’s Not a Fan. Completely. Committed. Follower. I was once again moved to the point of sobbing when called to the altar. God was present! Why did I put HIM in a box?

For a few years prior to the year 2020, I was of the opinion that the Catholic Church was not a good place to be. So imagine my shock and surprise when my oldest kid stopped by one day and told me he was becoming Catholic! Full disclosure? I was angry and confused. I had spent several years convincing myself that Catholicism was bad, only to have it thrown back in my face by my firstborn child.

My husband, a very wise Christian man, was not rattled at all. (For those of you who know my husband, this description may come as a shock, LOL 😂). He simply chose to support our son in his journey. So we went to Mass on the day of our son’s Confirmation, and while he was being confirmed under the name of Augustine, up welled those uncontrollable tears again. I knew there was goodness in the church that I had left 10 years prior. And because of my son, I eventually returned. But I put God back in that box. Why?

A few significant lessons as of late have taught me that God is bigger than the box I tried to put Him in. He can use whoever, whenever, however, whatever, ad nauseum, to bring HIS children unto Him.

And I’m where I belong on my journey.

God was never in a box to begin with.

Published by SC

Daughter of the King, wife, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, aunt, teacher

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