The current sermon series "True Faced" reminds me of WW RAW. Let's stop the coverup about our sin and brokeness and get down and dirty. The mask of deception must be laid aside before we can find any measure of healing and wholeness.  

On Sunday many of us got a "fresh" look at a young adult perception of what it means to remove the mask. It was in the art form of a Spoken Word that Eileen Evind  presented at the Noon Service. She gave an extraordinary presentation and it was well received. So I thought you might want to read the words for yourself. Please do so and respond back with your thoughts.

I'm hurting and broken

My thoughts go unspoken

Confused and abused my appearance is bruised

Worn out from being improperly used

Confined and blind

Sometimes so hidden I’m difficult to find

Blocked from my mind by a wall too tall to climb

I deceive those I love the most

In myself I love to boast

But only to cover the truth that I’m actually gross

Too delicate to touch

Too embarrassed to be seen

The manipulation of truth keeps me in a constant day dream

Parts of me are locked by an unknown key

These secrets I keep cause me to bleed

When I’m hungry I feed on the weak

My foolishness causes my inards to leak

And deeper into myself do I sink

Dirty and dark

Too many times have I been broken apart

I long for wholeness but I don’t know where to start

You think I’m a stranger

But I’m actually your heart

Broken in the brokenness, unspoken grossness, host this, post it, neon sticky note, facebook quote, stubborn as a billygoat, words caught in the throat…choke,

I’m Broke.

The white mask of false perfection.

Correction.There’s a crack in the mold

Leaking the story untold

Just fold

The lie is old

Nobody’s sold

You’ve got a cold so stop fightin’ it, denyin it, here’s honesty, try it

Cry it

Pry it open like a clam in the ocean

Revealin the treasure inside

Beauty we hide, behind our fear and pride as our insides die

This stubborn self-inflicted pain causes heavenly tears to fall as grace like rain

Longing to wash away the shame and self-blame, tellin us to stop playin this game

Pretending to be sane when really we’re all crazy.

Maybe,

If you let your grip slip and allowed the script to flip and acknowledged the porcelain’s chipped

Your life might shift.

It’s a gift, so live in the present

Acknowledge you imperfection without the fear of rejection

For you are not judged by works but by grace

So take off your mask and embrace his glorious face

Open your heart and take a taste

Here’s your hope It’s called grace.

So here I am.

Broken in the brokenness, unspoken grossness, host this, post it, neon sticky note, facebook quote, stubborn as a billygoat, words caught in the throat…choke,

I’m Broke.

Like a face mask im peelin it

Revealin it

Can’t keep concealin it cuz I'm feelin it

And father God I need you to heal it

No longer can I function in this pain

Cuz im watchin others change while I remain the same

It’s a game.And I’m losin’

So today I proclaim it’s you that I’m chosin

I give you my masks so I can keep movin

No more of myself am I provin

I’m letting go.

Losing self-control in order to gain it

Today my lips proclaim it

I’m broken and it hurts

This mask is a curse

Only your water can quench this thirst

So here I am

This is me

And with God by my side I’m ready to the let whole world see

That through my honesty I’m free