Room For One More Hypocrite

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Church Not Full of Hypocrites, Room for One More

For a long time I rejected Christians as being people with “perfect lives” who only worshipped God because He had blessed them in every possible way. You were a Jacob who was blessed before birth, no matter your actions and manipulations, or an Esau, who was hated before birth. The Jacob’s became Israel, while the Esau’s remained simply Esau, begging for the blessing never to come. 

With time, and knowing believers who have been through every form of hell and high water and were honest about it, my eyes were opened. Believers have just as many problems, sins, and struggles, as everyone else, sometimes more. The difference is that they resist the darkness, and resist it with a power stronger than their own. if we never reveal our struggles, then we never reveal the power getting us through it. If we never reveal we face the darkness, then nobody know we have a great light to guide us through.

When we close the curtain on this stained glass masquerade, and get rid of the plastic smiles, then the genuine seekers will bang down the door of the church trying to get in. But NOT until then. Until THEN we will remain a sad amusement. Like a play on a stage, many will visit but few will join the cast. When we take off the masks and costumes, then the audience will follow the director who looks for an honest heart. That’s what it took for me.

Stained Glass Masquerade by Casting Crowns
Watch and Listen


Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin’ so small

Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they’ll soon discover
That I don’t belong

So I tuck it all away, like everything’s okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I’ll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them

*Chorus*
Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation’s open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade

Is there anyone who’s been there
Are there any hands to raise
Am I the only one who’s traded
In the altar for a stage

The performance is CONVINCING
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart

But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be

Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay

Chorus x2

Well if the invitation’s open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade

Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin’ so small

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