Masquerade Lesson 1

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Masquerade Lesson 1

Who am I?

Who am I, you may wonder? I say this because nothing that this world offers, can release me from my uncertainty, from my lonely person and the prison I have placed myself in. I need your sympathy, sensitivity and power of understanding. I would like to be genuine, spontaneous, happy and ME. But you have to help me by not judging me. Pretending is second nature to me, an art. I may give you the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and unruffled within, but please do not believe me. My heart has neither peace nor complacence. Inside it dwells the real me, with confusion, fear and loneliness, as if those are my only friends. I panic at the thought of being exposed.

My heart beats like a drum when you ask me personal questions. I may answer and you may see the real failure I feel I am. You unknowingly encourage me to put on a nonchalant, sophisticated façade mask to shield me from the glances I would get that would possibly be filled with rejection, instead of love and acceptance. Although I am tough and even find ways to outwardly show it, your laughter hurts me inside. I feel inadequate and afraid.

With different people, I wear different masks, as if life is one long masquerade of acts and plays on a stage that people observe. I chatter idly in suave tones of surface talk. For survival, I say things you long to hear from me, but I need you hear the things I do not say. A redeemed man is not afraid to ask for directions. I on the other hand, ride on faith and courage, hoping you never get to see the real me.

I could be the baby that was rejected from birth, the child that was not loved as I deserved to be and often neglected. I could be the one who was abused and not assisted by adults whom God trusted to take care of me. I hide my real face as deep down I am just a trembling child within.

I have come to realise that until I find the answer to the question of ‘Who am I?’ no possession, no person, place, condition or circumstance will ever satisfy my empty inner man. Until I am honest with myself, I will always be searching for the next thing that promises greater fulfillment.

The world cannot offer fill that void for me and cannot help me remove the masks I have to wear to hide it.

The good news is that I have discovered that only God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit can repair that missing part and fill the emptiness within, by breathing new life into me and help me to be my true myself. God can do a creative miracle and give me a new heart and a new mind. I long for my heart to beat in rhythm with God’s own heart. I long for God’s acceptance and love despite anything I have done or missed out on in the past.

God sees my heart and I know that healing is a long but steady process, albeit a necessary one for him to remove my pain and make me whole. In this way, I choose to exchange the masks I wear with the face of Jesus to show the world that he can heal them too.

Who am I you may wonder?
I am every man and woman you meet
I think you know me very well indeed
Am I the person you see in the mirror?
I want to change,
let go and God shine through me
I am tired of pretending,
I just want to be real!


Heart to Heart

Close your eyes and take a moment of silence, look deep within your heart.
What emotions surface when you think about your life right now?
Draw the face of your heart.

Once everyone has drawn their face, show and tell one by one and discuss in class how you feel and explain your drawing.







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Who am I?

Who am I, you may wonder? I say this because nothing that this world offers, can release me from my uncertainty, from my lonely person and the prison I have placed myself in. I need your sympathy, sensitivity and power of understanding. I would like to be genuine, spontaneous, happy and ME. But you have to help me by not judging me. Pretending is second nature to me, an art. I may give you the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and unruffled within, but please do not believe me. My heart has neither peace nor complacence. Inside it dwells the real me, with confusion, fear and loneliness, as if those are my only friends. I panic at the thought of being exposed.

My heart beats like a drum when you ask me personal questions. I may answer and you may see the real failure I feel I am. You unknowingly encourage me to put on a nonchalant, sophisticated façade mask to shield me from the glances I would get that would possibly be filled with rejection, instead of love and acceptance. Although I am tough and even find ways to outwardly show it, your laughter hurts me inside. I feel inadequate and afraid.

With different people, I wear different masks, as if life is one long masquerade of acts and plays on a stage that people observe. I chatter idly in suave tones of surface talk. For survival, I say things you long to hear from me, but I need you hear the things I do not say. A redeemed man is not afraid to ask for directions. I on the other hand, ride on faith and courage, hoping you never get to see the real me.

I could be the baby that was rejected from birth, the child that was not loved as I deserved to be and often neglected. I could be the one who was abused and not assisted by adults whom God trusted to take care of me. I hide my real face as deep down I am just a trembling child within.

I have come to realise that until I find the answer to the question of ‘Who am I?’ no possession, no person, place, condition or circumstance will ever satisfy my empty inner man. Until I am honest with myself, I will always be searching for the next thing that promises greater fulfillment.

The world cannot offer fill that void for me and cannot help me remove the masks I have to wear to hide it.

The good news is that I have discovered that only God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit can repair that missing part and fill the emptiness within, by breathing new life into me and help me to be my true myself. God can do a creative miracle and give me a new heart and a new mind. I long for my heart to beat in rhythm with God’s own heart. I long for God’s acceptance and love despite anything I have done or missed out on in the past.

God sees my heart and I know that healing is a long but steady process, albeit a necessary one for him to remove my pain and make me whole. In this way, I choose to exchange the masks I wear with the face of Jesus to show the world that he can heal them too.

Who am I you may wonder?
I am every man and woman you meet
I think you know me very well indeed
Am I the person you see in the mirror?
I want to change,
let go and God shine through me
I am tired of pretending,
I just want to be real!

Heart to Heart

Close your eyes and take a moment of silence, look deep within your heart.
What emotions surface when you think about your life right now?
Draw the face of your heart.

Once everyone has drawn their face, show and tell one by one and discuss in class how you feel and explain your drawing.

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