We never really know if we have been shoved or not. I am not one to understand the full complexities of social commentaries that stem across our global dimension, however, I think I could say that I understand when we get shoved into the other box or not. It kind of sneaks up on you. Shoot, some don't even know that an "other box" even exists. It has just become a part of functioning daily life. The other box.
I was conversing with some incredibly inspiring individuals yesterday, (three i words in one sentence, right?) about the "other box". A colleague was discussing how a company had sent him a message via social media, and unbeknown to him, the message was confirming that he had won a prize for participation. Sadly enough, this message to my colleague had gotten sent to "the other box". This discussion began to brew in my mind. "the other box". In reality, my friend had received a great treasure and prize that was awaiting him from the "other box". He just had to sift through this place to find it. Had he not done that, the prize would have remained in the "other box" to collect dust, never to be claimed.
Sometimes, society shoves us into the "other box" and in reality, there are incredible treasures, gifts, talents, and prizes that are all disheveled, unannounced, and quietly await for discovery. Even more tragic is that when truth gets distorted or misinformation gets twisted to favor one certain perception or viewpoint, the truth is shoved into the "other box" as well, never to be found. Hastily enough, society quickly slams the "other box" shut without worry to ever hear the whimper, cry, or silent screams of those who remain locked down under oppression of judgemental perceptions.
I remember those days of being shoved into "the other box". Its not a pleasant place to be as it is lonely, often times painful, and certainly on most occasions, very sad. To be promised to never be alienated, left behind, or forgotten by those who always said that they will love you without condition, and then on a whim, be the recipient of the very adverse actions of what was promised leaves horrific flavors of pain resonating through your mouth. The worst of those flavors are the ones that leave a horrendous emotional twinge of backstabbing chunks of flesh that tear from your very blind spot.
After the damage has been done, you are left to weep alone from within the "other box". All of your "promised loved ones" are no longer with you inside, rather they have moved to other shelves to mind to other self-destructive & explosive actions to hurt others that seem vulnerable. Tragically, often times, the damage is so profound that the talent, gift, and treasured God created beauty dies from inside, never to be rekindled, and certainly, never to rise once again. The loneliness of the "other box" quantifies with forever dismissed from society's mainstream of accepted and judged creations from God. While your so named former "loved ones" of friends, family, co-workers, fellow church members) now prey on the lives of others, you slowly bleed away into death.
Yet, ever so infrequent, perhaps only a few times through all of eternity of lives that have past and ones to come, will there be a diversion from the ordinary alienation of those promised loved ones that deserted you from existence. A ray, ever so slight, of beaming light stirs from outside your imprisoned walls of built hatred your "friends" built around you that make up the "other box". The supernatural wind of God's great love gently drifts through the files of the "other box" and wraps His ever so graceful & merciful healing balm around the bleeding body of your created being. Regardless of how society defines the grand entry of a healing balm, whether it be God's unconditional love, or that it may be manifested in the form of people, a card, or a group of individuals, you experience a slight glimmer of the most marvelous sense of hope.
For some people who have lived in the "other box" for years, hope is a feeling that rekindles from deep within as the sun bursting forth through the clouds after an endless depth of darkest winter.
It is, in that moment, you realize that you truly were buried with your talents, dreams, visions, and goals. The spurring sense of hope begins to grow as the fog of inflicted pain begins to ease. Instead of stabbing sharp stings of knife wounds that were inserted through the words and actions of others, you begin to sense a buzzing sense of peace.
The healing release comes not from who you would ever expect, nor does it ever come from who always promised to be there, rather through the most extraordinary set of circumstances. In the most unique set of circumstances and certainly the most unusual and unorthodox format, you see the opening of the "other box"'s exit. An individual, a couple, an organization, or a written word or act of kindness that could be so seemingly simple and irrelevant, mysteriously and quite supernaturally breaks the chains that were placed around your very soul.
Through the outward gesture of their very palm of hands, you reach forward and climb out of the "other box". Free to rise and soar, you are heightened to the awareness that your precious created gift that God had given you, still remains, perhaps faint, and after a good wash, clean, and polish, gleams with that inate glow that once burned ever so clear. You begin to walk forward, and after a few paces, break into a run, as the smile returns to your precious face and you feel the wind beneath you once again as you rise up to accomplish the very dream that you were created by Him, to make a reality.