Christianity has its own pharisees, “Teachers of the Law”, who beat you down. You don’t live up to their expectations, so of course you pretend. You put on your smiley face, but inside you’re dying. Glogster “Keikyo” describes how this feels:
I was once sad and lonely,
Having nobody to comfort me,
So I wore a mask that always smiled;
To hide my feelings behind a lie.
Before long, I had many friends;
With my mask, I was one of them.
But deep inside, I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part of me.
Misty commented on Matthew 12:15-21. In contrast to the Pharisees, Jesus came…
“…to identify with the lowly and downtrodden, the people whom the teachers of the Law have relentlessly beaten down. “A battered reed he will not break off, and a smoldering wick he will not put out.” A battered reed has been bruised; a smoldering wick is weak and faint. These are images of the spiritually poor whom Jesus seeks. He doesn’t come along and finish you off when you’re on your last gasp. He doesn’t kick you when you’re down. Only the gentlest of hearts knows how to nurse that bruised soul back to health, or coax that dying flicker of faith back into a bright flame.