Are You Wearing a Mask?

There’s a collage of pictures on my phone that makes me laugh every time I see it. Three little hams and one big one are depicted wearing identical paper masks, the kind that anchors around your head with an elasticized band. The little hams would be the three Lake Providence grands. The big one, well, I’ll give you three guesses and the first two don’t count. Bingo. You so smart.

We kids took those pictures in our secret playhouse and our paper masks are remnants from one of our last play dates with the Grand Boys of Texas. Cats we are, or tigers, the kids were split on the species, but that’s neither here nor there. What tickles me when I see our collage is the way Weston the Wonder Boy has obviously bought into his mask, despite the fact that his baby lips protrude from the hole intended for his nose. Yes, I’m putting that image up at the website for the curious. Oh, and the aforementioned playhouse, it used to serve as the walk-in closet of a guest room but once I cleaned it out, painted the walls with chalkboard paint and moved in the grandchildren’s toys, they christened it Keggie’s Secret Playhouse. Clean up is a cinch in our playhouse. We have a big time and then we close the door.

I’ve learned a lot about having a big time from my grandchildren. Little kids can pretend play like nobody’s business and they’ll put on a mask in a heart-beat. You know, kind of like us big people.

Whoa. Sorry if you didn’t see that one coming, but it’s true. It’s far easier to get people to subscribe to the form or idea of religion than it is to actually surrender to Christ and pursue a life hidden in Him. Tragically, it is often the practice of religion that keeps us from knowing God.

If this is hitting close to home for you, I implore you to remove your religious mask. Surrender all you are to God’s son and discover the big time life of Christ in you, the Hope of Glory.

Hugs,
Shellie