Nothing In It
Off the Wall, July 16,

Eddie Whonotucci, Salem, Georgia, was all excited when he saw a UPS truck pull up in the front of his residence. Still in his bedclothes, he rushed to the front door, opened it and peered out the screen door that hung in front of it.

“What could it be?” he asked himself. “I don’t remember ordering anything. Maybe somebody is sending me a present.” That pumped his spirits up to the next level. As both Eddie and the driver greeted each other, the resident signed for the package, thanked him, and closed the door.

Hurrying to the kitchen, he looked of any knife that had a sharp edge. Finding one on the counter, he grabbed it and hastened to the table where he had so carefully placed it. Not knowing what the contents were, he treasured the 18 x 15 x 13-inch box.

Sticking the point of the metal device into the cellophane tape, he slowly cut a groove in the top. Eddie did the same for both top sides. The time had arrived to see what was inside. The barber opened it slowly, peering inside.

All of a sudden, his excitement plunged from great anticipation to heartbreak. He exclaimed in a loud voice, “Nothing’s in it.” He not only said it once, but twice. “Why,” he thought would anyone send him an empty box?”

You readers may be asking the same question. Did someone stuff the package with paper forgetting to include the contents? Was this a joke to trick the southern entrepreneur? Or did someone send this box to Eddie to teach about the symbolism that goes along with this item?

Before I get into the crux of the matter, if you wanted to teach someone the lesson I am going to propose today, would you do as the sender did, or approach him at a social or maybe during a meeting along an alley or street? Probably the latter may be my pick. However, I find if I want to share something with someone, the best place is in a car or maybe a taxi. There listeners may give you undivided attention. I think everyone has his or her choices as to where one can share thoughts with others.


So, here we have an empty box, or is it? One may think so, in a manner of speaking. But really, when it comes right down to it, there is no such thing as emptiness, in my opinion. What we treasure in that box is the same thing we breathe for survival – air.

I can hear someone state, “OK, Pee Vee, come on. I know that.” My response would be, “Then why did you say the box was empty?” The expression on a person’s face may be comprised of many movements of muscles that exhibit mouth movements and eye twitches at various degrees.
Actually, that box contains 90 naturally occurring atoms comprised in the air. Here again, it can’t be empty, can it?

If we were to take those same contents and theoretically dump them out, they may be present or swept away by a little breeze. That same substance may intensify and mess up something on our person. Women can be heard stating, “This is certainly a bad hair day…” Why? Because the breeze that one once felt has now intensified, striking against us. Can we see it? No, but we can certainly feel it.

A matter of fact, Eddie’s surprise box could have had an added feature – hot air. I’m pretty sure we have established the fact that he has invisible air in that box, but now we have heated air, as well. Essentially then there were two elements in that box that one could not see.

The fun thing about this whole visualization is that we are dealing with invisible components that are very necessary for our existence. We may say that the heat came from the sun in as much as the UPS driver could have kept in his truck warm during winter when temperatures outside were quite chilly. Or, maybe it was in the summer, and place where the packages were stacked was hot from the sun. That heat was sharing the confinement of Eddie’s box.

Here another thought to mill over. Could Jesus Christ be in that box, too? Why not? Isn’t He everywhere? Just think, Eddie got a box with Jesus in it.

Sight unseen, may our faith always sustain and deliver us.

- Paul J. Volkmann
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