Hey, 2 Tim. I'm gonna share a story about masks, so bear with me. (This is a sad story, a story pushed back in the cobwebs of memory, but your topic brought it back to my mind.)
I grew up as a Baptist P.K. and this was back in 1960, many moons ago. I had a Sunday School teacher, Mrs. C. Mrs. C. had a daughter who was my age and she was my very best friend. She was such a pretty girl, too, blonde hair and blue eyes and big dimples. And we shared our secrets, and hopes, and dreams.
Mrs. C. was divorced. I never knew any of the details about it and I was young. But Mrs. C. was a good Sunday School teacher. I always enjoyed being in her class.
Anyway, one cold Sunday morning in December, early, before Sunday School, my dad (her pastor) got a phone call....an urgent phone call. Mrs. C. & her daughter rented the upstairs apartment of a house. The landlord called my dad to say the TV had been on all night and he banged on their door but there was no answer and the TV was on. Could my dad come over & see what was going on?
It just so happened to be my 11th birthday. My special day. (And a day when part of my innocent childhood was chipped away.

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I don't know all the details of what my dad found when he went over to the apartment. Of course the police had to be called. But what I do know is my best friend and my Sunday School teacher (her mom) were dead, killed by a shotgun blast. I don't know if they ever figured out how it happened, but it was ruled a murder/suicide. My dad sure found a mess and I'm sure it was awful for him. He never really talked about it much but I know the whole thing broke a lot of hearts in our church.
Something was terribly wrong in Mrs. C's life. I'll never know what it was, maybe loneliness, maybe more. But she took her own life and her daughter's life for reasons nobody will ever know.
Masks? Yes. Sometimes people wear them. Sometimes masks are necessary to hide pain that only God can know about. Sometimes masks are worn because someone can't face up to their own frailties and humanness and imperfections. Or guilt. But with the help of Jesus, we can all gradually take our masks off, because Jesus loves us and accepts us just as we are. We just need to learn to Trust Him....for everything. There is no emptiness that He cannot fill. There is no sadness He cannot help us bear. There is no burden too big for Him. We just need to trust Him.
So you are right...sometimes people wear masks. Apparently, my Sunday School teacher was one of them.
[ November 29, 2002, 08:53 AM: Message edited by: SheEagle911 ]