Halloween kicks off the holiday season as one big, mascaraed ball. Children, and even adults, dress up pretending to be something or someone they are not. Masks help with the illusion. At our office Halloween Trick or Treating afternoon, we saw the children come in with their many costumes. Some adults did too. My granddaughter dressed up as The Lion Queen, in an outfit my wife made for our daughter. Maverick dressed up as Spider-Man as he climbed the walls. Addi was an adorable Squishmellon. The costumes and the masks help sell the act, hiding the reality for the fantasy.
Mask wearing is expected when we go to a costume party. Mask wearing is common when adulting. Masks tend to protect us from showing our true nature. At a costume party we try to hide our true identity so that inquiring people ask, “Who is behind the mask?” When adulting, mask wearing tends to hide our scars, or our fears, or our darker selves.
Andrew Lloyd Weber understood something about masks. In his proclaimed mask story, the Phantom of the Opera, the main antagonist wears a mask to conceal his scars, but nothing can hide the scars of his broken heart. The chorus, gathered for mascaraed ball, are all in costume, each wearing masks. They confess, singing, “Mascaraed! Paper faces on parade . . . Hide your face, so the world will never find you. Mascaraed! Every face a different shade . . . look around, there’s another mask behind you.”
Taking their advice, when we look behind us, we notice the masks people wear. We note that the mask of sarcasm hides our bitterness. The mask of humor covers our nervousness. The mask of bravery conceals our fear. The mask of strength camouflages our weakness. The mask of self-righteousness shrouds our shame. The mask of confidence obscures our doubt. The mask of assuredness disguises our timidity. Yes, masks are nothing more than paper faces on parade, so that we can pretend to be something we’re not.
Paul might have known something about these masks since he saw right through them. Instead of embracing the masks, he grew tired of them. Ready to strip the facade from the Corinthians, Paul was exposed them and their authentic identity.
Second Corinthians 13 opens with an ominous promise by Paul. He’s coming to visit them for the third time, but unless they repent and change, this forthcoming visit will hold second coming judgmental overtones. By quoting Deuteronomy 19:15, “Every matter must be established by the testimony of two or three witnesses” (2 Cor. 13:1), the stakes are high and in play. This law was put into place to prevent someone from leveling a false accusation against another. Having someone to corroborate the accusation ensures its legitimacy. Granted, it’s not foolproof, but it does provide a level of protection to the innocent.
With Deuteronomy in play, Paul interprets these so-called “witnesses” as his visits to the Corinthians.
When Paul first went to Corinth and established the church in Acts 18, he may be linking that visit as the first witness. The second visit, which he discusses earlier in the letter (2 Cor. 1:23-2:1) is the second witness. Paul describes that visit as “painful” (2 Cor. 2:1), probably for him. At that time someone(s) humiliated Paul before the church; essentially, they hung him out to dry. They likely mocked him, saying the great apostle Paul left like a dog with his tail between his legs. That said, before being run-out-of-town, Paul warned them that their behavior would have unintended consequences (2 Cor. 13:2). Finally, the third visit is the one to come which he promises in verse 1 and we find its fruition in Acts 20:3.
Pleading, begging, and extending any olive branch will come to an end. Paul has warned them, and unlike a compliant parent, he will not warn them again. He will take decisive action on those who continue to sow strife. They will reap a whirlwind.
Here is where the masks begin to be removed, and the face is exposed for its ugliness. At the end of 2 Corinthians 12, Paul addresses two sets of sins still plaguing the church. Even though Paul addressed them at length in his first letter, those sins are dug into them like sliver under the skin. It will take more than just picking at these to be removed.
The first set of sins are not only relational in nature but are also toxic. Such communal sins will poison the life of the church (or any organization, for that matter), eventually leaving a “Hunger Games” victor. Honestly, what bragging rights would one have? Paul lists them as quarreling, jealousy, outbursts of anger, factions, slander, gossip, arrogance, and disorder (12:20b). No one wants to be part of any organization that is emotionally cannibalistic, constantly devouring each other. No one wants to listen to the thump of the bus running over the latest person who happened to be thrown under it.
The second set of sins are immoral in nature, often linked to idolatry. Paul describes them as impurity, sexual sin, and debauchery. The added line, “in which they have indulged” (12:21), seems to suggest an ongoing problem. In a permissive society, immoral behavior stains the heart, clouds the judgment, and creates a wedge between us and God. Even though society tries to justify immoral behavior, the guilt within the conscience will not be quieted. It will come out, either through repentance or, to sooth oneself, begin attacking others.
So, when Paul calls out these sins to the church, then turns around and warns them that he is coming to confront them for demanding proof that Christ is speaking through him (13:3), be assured that these two groups are one and the same. The ones dividing the church and engaging in immorality are likely the ones linking themselves to the so-called Super Apostles and challenging Paul’s authority. The reason for taking on the apostle seems clear enough: he confronted them. He called them out, and they knew it. He stripped away their masks and exposed them for the ugliness they are. With the paper faces exposed, everyone could see that they have been pretending to be something they are not. All their pretensions were gone, and what was left wasn’t very attractive. And when Paul arrives, if they fail to repent, he will take decisive action against them.
Pretending to be something you’re not is detrimental to the health of the believer and the church. At some point you will get exposed and it won’t be good.
One day wolf was on a hill overlooking a flock of sheep. He was hungry. He was also tired, and did not feel up to an all-out assault on the flock, noting the shepherd was watching the flock. He sat on the hill contemplating his situation. To his luck he spotted a sheepskin behind the bushes. How it got there he didn’t know, nor did he care. He just stared at it for a while until he had an idea. “Why not put the sheepskin on me. Then, I’ll infiltrate the flock as one of them. Tonight, I’ll have the choice of the best.” So the wolf began implementing his plan.
He took the sheepskin and began putting it on, like it was a costume. While his front legs went through the front legs of the sheepskin ok, he struggled to get his back legs into the appropriate sheepskin legs. He determined that the sheepskin must have been a size 36 while he wore a 42 long. The head of the sheep covered his head, barely, but it fit like a cheap mask. Needless to say, the skin worked well enough to hide his identity, and if he was lucky, the sheep won’t notice his peculiar look. Let’s face it, sheep are not known as the smartest animals in the pen.
Next, he had to work on his voice. Wolves sound nothing like sheep, and he knew it. He started rehearsing, “Aah-rrrooooooooh.” The wolf coughed and cleared his throat, “No that won’t do at all.” He tried again, “Bah-rrroooooooh.” Once again, the wolf coughed and cleared his throat, “No, that won’t do.” He tried again, thinking, three’s a charm, “Baaa-oooooooh.” It wasn’t perfect, but maybe it was good enough to pass himself off as a sheep.
Sneaking down the hill, the wolf slowly infiltrated the flock of sheep. He tried to act naturally, and while the sheep thought him strange, they gave it no more thought. We know why.
That night the sheep were herded into a pen. The wolf was successfully part of the flock and began salivating at the thought of having lamb chops for dinner. He started feeling out the sheep. “No, this one is too old. No, this one is too cute to eat. Wait!” he thought to himself, “this one is perfect!” As he was about to take his first bite of dinner, he heard behind him a click of a lock, followed by creek of a door opening then closing, ending with another click of a lock. Then he heard the voice of the shepherd, saying, “Boy, don’t veal sound good for dinner tonight?” And as he made his way through the flock, the wolf heard him say, “Nope, this one is too old. Nope, this one is too cute.” At that moment the wolf heard him say, “Yes, this one is perfect.”
Sure, the shepherd was surprised to realize that the sheep he thought he had killed was really a wolf, but not as surprised as the wolf who learned a little too late that pretending to be something you’re not, can be very dangerous in the long run.
Soli Deo Gloria!
(i.e., only God is glorified!)