Square Watermelons

I need to move to Japan. Do I speak Japanese? No. Do I have any interest in Japanese culture? No. Am I Japanese? NO! That's just the way my eyes look!

I need to move to Japan because that's where they sell these:

"What is it?" you may ask. That, my friends, is a watermelon. A square watermelon. 

Japanese farmers are all about efficiency. They also seem to possess some engineering skills which makes me question their career choices as a farmer. Using a plexiglas box, the watermelons grown within the confined space, taking on the boxes shape. I suppose that you can't go wrong with growing a fruit that is every bit as delicious as its round shape but much more stackable. I mean, can there really be anything wrong with taking a good thing and wanting to make it fit into your refrigerator a little more efficiently?

The Japanese totally get me. I've been growing things in boxes for years. I have been growing my plexiglas imprisoned God for just about as long as I've been a Christian. In my inability & disinterest to ACTUALLY know God, I have guilt a box with what I know, what I can see and shoved my God inside. This way, my farm-grown God can't mess with my life plans or transform my heart from His box- that's why I've built it so small. His power will always be stunted. He's easily packed away, totally stackable. I can pile as much stuff on top of Him as I need to because He's square and yet still pretty tasty.

I guess that in my understanding, the round shape is what defines a melon. Isn't robbing it of its form taking away from the fruit that it's always been? 

Is God even a shape? I'm sure that He wouldn't be a square. If He were, He'd be a circle. Eternal. Efficient. Self sustaining. Are we robbing ourselves of knowing the true God by robbing Him of His real power, strength, and shape in our own lives?

God doesn't fit in a box. He's never even been in mine. I couldn't even squeeze God's pinky toe in there if I tried. Just my ideas about who He is, who He loves, crammed into a stuffy box. Melons should be round and God should be free.

 If the universe can't contain Him, how could our little box, on our little planet, in this little galaxy?