Surrendering to worldly appearances terribly injures us all. It’s not normal. It doesn’t work for us. We are obscured and reduced to life by masquerade—of pretending we are not what we in fact are. Imagine a day in which you masquerade as a pig in a pen because the slaughterhouse is after beef. That’s something of the picture of a noble Christian accepting the “more acceptable” images of this world--pork or beef. It’s a never-ending game that disguises us and keeps us playing dress up. It’s demonic and it’s hurting us.
(I will have more to say about this tomorrow.)