Shatter

Why do we feel that we have to cover up what we are truly feeling?

Masks of joy.
Masks of calm.
Masks of peace.
Masks of cheer.
Masks of happiness.

If we are hurting, why don't we let it be known?
If we are in need, why don't we let it be known?

What makes us believe that we are strong enough to continuously hold up the walls that we build? Our walls to defend. To protect. To reroute. To divide. These walls are weak. Finite. Stupid, really, because one way or another, they will come down. Probably when we least expect them to. By God or by man, they will fall. It is simply a matter of time. And perhaps prayer... a little or a lot, prayer can and will make an impact on those walls.

When those walls come down, we will be seen for what we are. Vulnerable. Pitiful. Pathetic. Naked. And so we clothe ourselves with pride and false senses of righteousness, donning those masks. Perhaps they're not as "strong" as those walls. But we figure they will do the job. Yet to use them in attempting to fool others is just... wrong. Besides, masks are uncomfortable. Ill-fitting. Like walls, neither are they unbreakable. They will crack. They will break. And sooner or later, people will see through them. Most importantly, God can always see you. He knows what we try to do... what we try to hide. Our efforts are pointless! They will, in the end, fail!

Isn't it better to just... "give up"... and let people in? Let them see you! Let them see your fears and your failures, your concerns and weaknesses. Let them help you. But let them also see your joys and your hopes, your dreams and strengths. Use these things to help others. Be united in love. Be united in Christ.