The Magician's Box (Pt. 2)
- Meredith Matson
- Mar 30
- 2 min read

The devil’s favorite holiday? April Fool’s Day. The ultimate joker. The king of deception. A master illusionist who cloaks lies in laughter and wraps traps in shimmer. He doesn’t come with a pitchfork—he comes with a sparkle. A joke. A whisper that sounds sweet. A grin that hides a snare. I didn’t know I was walking into his act. I thought I was just part of the show. And then, the trick. He tied me up with pretty words. Slipped me into a box built of false promises. Said, “Just trust me.” He masked my face and told me to smile. Then the curtain closed. And the escape never came. I was no longer the assistant—I was the captive. My soul went silent. My mouth was taped shut. My hands cuffed together. And while I cried out, no one could hear. I was drowning in shame. Gasping in disbelief. How did I get here? How did something that looked so good become a living nightmare? The crowd kept laughing. But I was chained. Until He came. My Savior. The One who sees in the dark. He shattered the illusion. He broke open the box. He unwrapped the lies. In miraculous light, He pulled me from the sea of confusion, unlocked the cuffs, wiped the tape from my lips, and breathed life into my voice. The devil who once stood in triumph now screams in despair. His trick failed. He lost his grip. I am no longer his entertainment—I am free. The red dress? Soiled. Faded. Worn from the sea and stained by shame. But God— He clothed me in white. He restored what was stolen. He made me whole. When the curtain lifted, I didn’t see a grand illusionist. I saw a shriveled figure, pulling strings behind a funhouse of mirrors. The monsters weren’t real. The magic was just manipulation. And the God I had almost forgotten reminded me who I really was. A daughter. Rescued. Redeemed. Restored. The greatest trick the enemy played was thinking he could keep me. But Jesus pulled the ultimate reversal. He didn’t just expose the lie—He rewrote the ending. And now, I live free. Want to explore the biblical truth behind this metaphor and see how it plays out in scripture? Read the companion post: “When Temptation Sounds Like Truth.”





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