WILL THE REAL ME REMOVE THE MASK?

Oh Lord, it's that time again. Every time the doorbell rings tonite I'll be greeted by ghouls, ghosts, American Idol stars and princesses. Each wear those clumsey masks that cover their true identity. What?

Well, yes, I do wear masks. Why? Well, uh, because I don't want people to know who I am, I guess. Or maybe because who I am isn't as good as the person I try to be behind the mask. What do I mean?

Let's see. How do I answer that? Be specific. Hmmn. Okay. I try to be the best friend I can be, but behind my mask I want to tell her the truth. That I am lazy. I'm not at all as nice as she thinks. Nor have I gotten my house all spic and span, like she did, before coming to lunch today. Behind my mask is the lie that I am better organized, less impatient at redlights, than I actually am. And to be honest I'm not totally resting in you, Lord, for Dex to get that new church position.

AND?

Okay, Lord. Annnnd, I know the mask I wear is a lie. I should be honest with my friends. Must everyone know the real me? That I don't always have the right answers? Must they?

Well, I suppose You are right, Lord. Deception of any sort can build unstable bridges. I shall try to examine myself a bit closer when You and I meet in our quiet time. Do help me, Lord, to remove my masks. My hands are so busy doing other things sometimes, I forget to reach up and take it off. I see. Just don't put it on anymore? Now, Lord, that would take a miracle. Huh? Oh yeah. I do remember the Red Sea and the Resurrection. Guess You can handle my little bitty mask. Thanks for the reminder. I love you, Lord. I really do. dani lee