I love genuine people; I crave their company.
Undoubtedly, masks are a part of the human condition – a survival mechanism of sorts, but I would argue that we often confuse being sanctified with being dipped in some sort of golden covering. Sanctification begins from within, replacing the old with the new, one Godless imperfection at a time.
As those imperfections are pushed out, it’s as though they are pushed out through our pores. Not only do the masks we don cover the imperfections, they steal another person’s opportunity to watch the imperfections miraculously transform into something inexplicably Divine – in effect, we rob the world around us of the miracle of our sanctification.
Just a thought…
Cross & Anchor Reflections 