The Mask we make

When you truly know who you are, when the depth of you touches the True Name from the Maker of the stars, your skin pulses with a joy of knowing eternity. From this union of finite to the Infinite we derive strength. The purpose we pursue in vanity becomes distasteful. The winds of realization sweep the dust from the once hidden places and we are beckoned, invited to come see what we traded for porcelain masks and haughty eyes.

My eyes beheld an ancient door. The unpleasantness of it begged my soul to turn and walk away, but I was held fast by the presence of the One inviting me to see the mystery of this battered gateway. Locks undone and chains loosed, light surged strongly through seams unbroken for time beyond reckoning. “The door,” He said, “is the gateway to all the things you have locked in your heart, hidden from eyes in fear that what you offer is not worthy.”

The honesty of His words pierced my heart. How I have wandered from that place of authenticity. Seeking for the pleasant thoughts of strangers, seeking to be seen in a certain light. Presenting my best and shielding people from seeing my worst. In this emptiness we have all created masks to wear.

These masks we wear are derived defenses; our deviation from original design to win affections of whimsical crowd. We strive to recreate the moments of exhilaration at being captivating to an audience. Be that audience one or thousands. How we yearn for purpose and meaning in a world gone mad with finding fame. We’ve lost ourselves in the search to be something to somebody. We use our talents as shields to ward off the scrutiny of just being.

But, my friends, there is no shame in yearning for the name given in the depths of your heart by the only One who knows that name. Here your reality comes crumbling down and from the rubble rises true opportunity.