Not being a computer whiz, it’s probably pretentious to promote programmer processes—but there’s one word they use that I love: Wizzy-Wig. WYSIWYG = What You See is What You Get.
This is what I wish for everyone: telling it like it is; translucent skin. (Ew. Guts are grody.) But I do wish we were more frank, sincere, and forthright. I wish we were Wizzy-Wig.
Nobody (myself included) really is. (Except the Lord). Even this blog: do you think you’re getting the real deal in two paragraphs? Would I retain readers with regularly regaled reeling of wretchedness? Really.
Even the most humble of us can put on a good front. Matt. 23: 27b you are like whitewashed tombs which on the outside appear beautiful, but inside they are full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness.
I will say: Luke 18 truly does display my heart: “God, be merciful to me, the sinner!” But all too often I find myself cranky—and, for the sake of my testimony—painting a pretty picture. That’s when I need to activate the deflation procedure before proceeding in a precarious pretense of pride—to that hideous, whitewashed place: “God, I thank You that I am not like other people.” That’s so-o-o gross.
I can’t abide… pride. What’s more grotesque than a whitewashed tomb: a phony, Pharisaical fanatic? People portraying themselves as being all that, aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. At best, they’re actually cracked up. At worst, they’re actually liars. Again, Ew.
By the same token, nobody really likes sickeningly sappy, false humility. To have great repute with his fellow-creatures, the fickle fool fakes favored friendliness. I can’t say which is more offensive.
So, at the risk of offending you over here, and you over there, I GOTTA BE ME.
What you see, is what you get. (Heaven help us all.)