I think one of the great upcoming ironies will be when folks return to “church” they will be wearing masks. Think about that for a minute. How often was the complaint made that folks in ” church” wore masks? They smiled and told you everything was OK when it was not. They asked you how you were but would run a mile if your answer was anything other than ” I’m fine.”
For the most part that was “fellowship.” Never really getting to know the people because they wore their ” Sunday go to church,” masks. Fellowship so shallow that it would barely wet your ankles. Now people will actually be wearing masks. Another layer of anonymity.
God is not a hundred miles wide and an inch deep. Neither is the fellowship that He forges among His children. His depths are unlimited. So is the potential for fellowship among a people that He calls out. A transparent people who are willing to be “seen.”
The heights and the depths and the length of His love has no measure. It is pure and undefiled. He calls us into this fellowship with Him and with each other. A place of trust, a place of transparency, a place without masks. Here I am. This is who I am in Christ. Can you see my heart? Can I see yours?
We stand, unlike the world, unmasked before men. What you see in the genuine Body of Christ is what you get. While the whole world is donning “masks” to protect itself from unseen dangers lurking in the darkness. The Body of Christ is being unmasked to the world in His marvelous light. He is building His Church for all the world to see. And they shall be totally immersed in a river so deep that you must give yourself to its current.
A Call To The Remnant 