I am a mask

There is a story (perhaps apocryphal) about one of the greatest theologians of the 20th century who, at the very height of his fame, was invited to participate in a high society masked orgy. These events were attended by many well known individuals and so everyone who participated was keen to keep their true identity a secret. As such the only thing that people wore was an operatic mask that would cover their face, ensuring anonymity. The great theologian accepted the invitation and arrived at the house on the given night. When he entered the vast room where the orgy was to take place he was confronted by the sight of dozens of guests who were naked except for the facial covering that hid their identity.

When the host saw this theologian enter the room he was aghast, for he was wearing nothing, not even a face covering. The host ran up to him and pulled him to one side saying, "This is a masked event so that people can hide their identity, what are you doing without a mask?"

To which he replied calmly, "why my dear friend, what you see is my mask"

To find out the point that this theologian was making have a listen to this interview I gave at Mars Hill with Rob Bell last year.