I have been thinking about how, in its simplest of form, the idea of our relationship with God is that we are containers for His glory. My mind ran to these wonderful clear containers with blue lids that they sell at Tupperware parties.
If God did Tupperware–and I say this in total reverence to loosely illustrate my point–I think He would use containers like these to store His most precious Treasures.
In His grace though, He has given us–the containers–a will of their own. We are allowed to choose if we will let Him fill our storage capacity up with what He wants to put in, or will we–
* struggle to release the lid for Him?
* Be so anxious with having the prettiest decoration on the outside (rather than its storage purpose), making it impossible to see inside?
* Stare at the container next to itself and wish it had what it has inside.
* Try to rename or mislabel our container.
* Take on so many heavy things or useless junk in our container that when the Owner tries to pick it up, it’s so heavy the handle comes off and rather than using what He had stored, He has to stop and put the handle back on so He can carry it to where it is needed.
*Stuff our containers so full that He has to sort out all the assorted things that we containers have opened our lids to.
Of course, He never minds the sorting process and God knows exactly what He wants to store in our containers and they fit perfectly on His shelves. He has purchased them all, even though He knows the rebellious containers jump off shelves, throw useless stuff in, and allow graffiti on the outside.
“But this precious treasure, this light and power that now shine within us, is held in perishable containers, so everyone can see that our glorious power is from God and is not our own.” II Cor. 4:7
What does your container look like?

2 Comments
June 8, 2009 at 2:16 pm
Today … it looks like I left it in the microwave too long. But it’s all good.
June 15, 2009 at 9:14 pm
i LOVE this post. i LOVE the new spin on a familiar word.
my tupperware is looking pretty rough at the moment. but His hands are still holding it.