I dream of a world where masks are no longer mandatory.
No, I’m not one of those anti-maskers who refuse to wear a mask in the middle of this seemingly neverending pandemic. I wear mine dutifully and conscientiously. It’s no fun when you sneeze in a mask. It’s actually very gross, and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
Honestly, I’d rather not wear one if I didn’t have to.
I dream of a world where the pandemic has ended. I dream of a world where masks are no longer necessary.
I also dream of a world where people can be their true authentic selves and take off their proverbial masks. These masks are the ones that people put on when they try to live up to other people’s expectations. It’s when you say, “I’m fine” automatically when anyone asks how you’re doing.
I believe that the closer I get to having the life of Christ born in me, the more myself I become. The more like Jesus I get, the more I get to my true self, the person God envisioned when He dreamed me up and created me. The paradox of the Christian life is that the more I daily die to myself, the more alive I become and the more I truly find the abundant life. The kind of life with no masks.