Hey there I'm Jack. Everybody knows Jack. You know, Mr. Jack In-the-Box. The guy who can’t seem to escape that little, metal cube.

He always has a smile on his face, painted on, though it is. Jack’s smile is meant to be a spark of joy and fun for everyone that coaxes him out of the box.

How about the music that plays as the crank is turned on the side of the box, drawing Jack out of the darkness, ever so excitedly? The anticipation grows and grows as the heart beats faster and faster. It’s almost time.

“Oh my gosh!!! I don’t think I can take the suspense! When is he going to pop out?”

Easy does it. Just listen to the music. That old, familiar song plays the same tune, every single time. If you listen, you’ll know the exact note that brings the lid flying open. You can predict his arrival without fail.

The crank turns. The music plays. The excitement builds. The heart races.

POP!!!

The lid flies open and out pops Jack! With a smile on his face, he bounces every which way. He can’t control himself. No matter which direction the springs toss him, Jack keeps smiling. When his head hits the lid, he keeps smiling.

But that’s what he’s supposed to do, smile. Joy and fun. That's what it's all about. Making everyone feel better. That’s why he pops out, right? Even though he might look kind of goofy. Just so everybody else feels better.

And what about those springs? Those springs that attach his body to the bottom of the box. The springs that insure Jack never escapes the box. He knows he can never be free. But each time that lid opens and he shoots up out of that darkness, for a brief moment, Jack feels free.

There are many Jacks and many boxes in this world. They may look different. They may be sized different. Paint schemes and handle styles on the boxes. Clothing styles and skin tones on Jack. But the story remains the same.

Somebody, somewhere took it upon themselves to devise a box to keep Jack in that would make sure he could not escape on his own. They incorporated just the right springs and pulleys that would assist with controlling Jack’s every move; a puppeteer, so to speak. And to prove that they weren’t totally heartless, they allowed him enough space to bounce around outside the lid, giving the illusion of freedom.

Then, so that no one would feel sorry for Jack, a smile was painted on his face. He was also given bright clothes. Jack always looks happy. He’s doing what he is supposed to do.

But, sadly, there is no real freedom for Jack. He spends most of his time in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity to spring forth into the light. Once that lid pops open and he leaps out of the box, after a few seconds of bouncing and hearing the giggles of children, right back in the box he goes. In and out. In and out. In and out. Does life not get any better than that?

Many of us feel the same way. We have been relegated to boxes that have seem to limit our hopes, dreams, and feelings of usefulness in this world. Makes it difficult to get out of bed some mornings knowing that it’s just going to be another day of in and out, in and out.

When it seems as though any potential for growth you may have had in the past has been stunted due to your time in the box. All that time cooped up between those brief opportunities to stretch your ‘legs’ for a few seconds has a tendency to stifle any hopes of a bright future. The thoughts of any type of meaningful accomplishment seem kind of far-fetched.

Those springs that are keeping us attached to the box become rusty and creaky after a while. That creaking sound is saying to you, “You’re better than this.” All the while, the puppeteer continues working the box, turning the crank, allowing us to stick our heads out for just a moment once in a while.

Do you ever feel like saying, “Enough”? I have more to offer than just a spring, a spin, and a smile. If you’ll stop turning the crank, unhook these springs, and let me wear my own clothes, I’d be a lot more productive and a whole lot happier. Just because I suit your idea of what I should be; just because I fit the box you made for me; just because I’ve been bouncing to the beat of YOUR drum for so long; that does not mean that I am finished with being me. I am not ready to give up who I am for the sake of who you want me to be. There is more in me than what you are comfortable with having let loose on this world.

Is it possible that my potential actually scares some folks, pulling back the blinders on their own faults, failures, and fears? Could it be that this box was meant to hide me from those who could foster my growth and advancement?

Up until now, I’ve been good for a laugh or two. I have been a pretty good sounding board for some. I’ve made a few people smile. Sure, I have made some mistakes. Who hasn’t? Go ahead. I’ll wait.

But the darkness and cramped space of the box has taken it’s toll on this ole boy. I’m tired. I’m frustrated with the puppeteers.

I know I’m not the only one.

No more boxes.

It’s time to stretch my legs. It’s time to straighten up my back. It’s time to get my head on straight. It’s time to walk tall. It’s time to flee the darkness and live in the light. It’s always time to smile. Not the painted on kind but the real deal.

I know it’s going to make some folks uncomfortable. That’s ok. There are some who don’t want us out of the box at all. But there are a few that will celebrate our coming out with us.

No more Jack in the Box!