Growing up as a child we had a jack-in-the-box in our family. Sometimes I would grab that handle and spin it as fast as I could to see how fast I could get the music to go while holding down the lid. I can still remember the tune it played.
I bought the jack-in-the-box pictured here for my niece and what was the first thing I did when I got it? Spun that handle as fast as I could to see how fast the music would go. Is this a guy thing? Focus! Focus!
The jack-in-the-box we had was a clown with thin plastic hands. Sometimes I would stick his hands out, push the rest of him into the box and close the lid. The only part of the clown sticking out was his little plastic hands pinched between the lid. I wonder what is in that box? I see some plastic hands so there must be something in there, but what?
I heard a sermon recently about God living inside of us. It reminded me of this jack-in-the-box. How much of God's character do we show, just the hands? If somebody was to turn your handle, what would pop out? What music would you play? Let God out of your box. He wants to come out.
