{"id":3097,"date":"2023-10-25T08:03:40","date_gmt":"2023-10-25T12:03:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/js1cd06kre.onrocket.site\/?p=3097"},"modified":"2023-10-25T08:04:20","modified_gmt":"2023-10-25T12:04:20","slug":"behind-the-mask","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/2023\/10\/25\/behind-the-mask\/","title":{"rendered":"Behind the Mask"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"499\" height=\"271\" src=\"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/DreadPirateRoberts.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3098\" srcset=\"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/DreadPirateRoberts.jpg 499w, https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/DreadPirateRoberts-300x163.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 499px) 100vw, 499px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><em>To listen to today&#8217;s reflection as a podcast,&nbsp;<\/em><a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"https:\/\/glennsreflections.us17.list-manage.com\/track\/click?u=c4927dfbefb9749e5fef1581d&amp;id=a5843fb81a&amp;e=de997f22b5\" target=\"_blank\">click here<\/a><br>&nbsp;<br>In <em>The Princess Bride, <\/em>Westley, the humble Farm Boy, returns to reclaim Buttercup, his true love.<br>&nbsp;<br>But he no longer looks like Farm Boy.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>He is wearing a black mask and introduces himself as the Dread Pirate Roberts.&nbsp; In short order, however, we learn that Westley is not the real Dread Pirate Roberts.&nbsp; He\u2019s only impersonating him.<br>&nbsp;<br>Roberts, in fact, had confided in Westley, \u201cMy name is Ryan.&nbsp; I inherited the ship from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts, just as you will inherit it from me.&nbsp; The man I inherited it from is not the real Dread Pirate Roberts, either.&nbsp; His name was Cummerbund.\u201d&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>So who\u2019s the real Dread Pirate Roberts?<br>&nbsp;<br>In 1959, America\u2019s \u201clast surviving Civil War veteran,\u201d Walter Williams, died.&nbsp; Tens of thousands attended a funeral parade in his honor and celebrated his life during an official week of mourning.&nbsp; A zealous investigative journalist, however, discovered that Williams had been only five years old when the Civil War began.&nbsp; He had never gotten so much as a sniff of combat.<br>&nbsp;<br>The journalist furthermore learned that Williams had inherited his title of honor from another pretender named John Salling.&nbsp; Shockingly, the previous 10 \u201clast surviving Civil War veterans\u201d all turned out to be phonies, too.<br>&nbsp;<br>So who was the <em>real<\/em> last surviving veteran?<br>&nbsp;<br>Most of us would conclude that clinging to a false identity or claim to fame is a pretty sad way to go through life.<br>&nbsp;<br>But then, most of us do that all the time.&nbsp; We even do an effective job of hiding that disturbing truth from ourselves.<br>&nbsp;<br>This is the problem of the False Self.&nbsp; I don\u2019t want you to see who I really am.&nbsp; Allowing you to glimpse my pathetic problems and the sources of my deepest shame \u2013 well, that feels more terrifying than a walk through the Fire Swamp and facing the Rodents of Unusual Size.<br>&nbsp;<br>So I put on a bold mask to hide my hesitancy.&nbsp; Or an aggressive mask to cover my fear.&nbsp; Or a calm mask to divert attention from the fact that on the inside I\u2019m a nervous wreck.<br>&nbsp;<br>Psychologists speak of the Crisis of Congruence.&nbsp; That\u2019s the distance between the Real Me that I am hoping to hide and the Phony Me that I hope you will buy.<br>&nbsp;<br>The greater the distance between my actual self and the mask I am wearing, the more exhausting it becomes to keep the mask in place \u2013 and the more my loved ones tend to suffer when I come home, wearily toss my mask aside, and hit them with a full dose of the Insecure and Hurting Me that\u2019s been dying to see the light of day.<br>&nbsp;<br>What can we do?<br>&nbsp;<br>We can unmask ourselves.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>That begins with embracing what is unquestionably one of the boldest prayers in all of Scripture: \u201cSearch me, O God, and know my heart.&nbsp; Try me and know my thoughts.&nbsp; And see if there is any grievous way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting!\u201d (Psalm 139:23-24)<br>&nbsp;<br>Praying such a prayer, and really meaning it, takes courage.&nbsp; That\u2019s because all of us know that we are hiding a truckload of \u201cgrievous ways\u201d from the watching world.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>And God, if given permission to do a thorough search of the premises of our hearts and minds, will definitely point them out to us.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>The scariest truth, of course, is that God already knows all our secrets.&nbsp; But here\u2019s something else that is true:&nbsp; Even though he knows everything there is to know about us, <em>God still treasures us<\/em>.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>So stop masquerading as the Dread Pirate <em>You<\/em>.&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>If we have given ourselves to Jesus, the One who has died for all of our secrets, we can stand in his presence \u2013 and not feel afraid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To listen to today&#8217;s reflection as a podcast,&nbsp;click here&nbsp;In The Princess Bride, Westley, the humble Farm Boy, returns to reclaim Buttercup, his true love.&nbsp;But he no longer looks like Farm Boy.&nbsp;&nbsp;He is wearing a black mask and introduces himself as the Dread Pirate Roberts.&nbsp; In short order, however, we learn that Westley is not the real Dread Pirate Roberts.&nbsp; He\u2019s&#8230; <a href=\"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/2023\/10\/25\/behind-the-mask\/\">Read more &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":3098,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[37],"class_list":["post-3097","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-authenticity"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3097","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3097"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3097\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3100,"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3097\/revisions\/3100"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3098"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3097"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3097"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3097"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}