The UCC sent me this picture in an e-mail, bless 'em.
I have five masks that the Lovely Wife made; two are black, and three are made of colorful print fabric reproducing a jumble of comic book covers from Marvel Comics back in the day (I actually have the originals of two of the covers on the fabric). She made one each for my daughter and her boyfriend of that fabric at my urging. They won't wear them, although I will, and do. I'm an old guy, what do I care what you think about me?
But I wouldn't wear that one in a dark room alone at night. Sorry. Not gonna happen. It's probably because I grew up around earnest evangelicals in the '60's, people determined to "save" me because I wasn't a Baptist-like-them (and even some other Baptists were suspect. It call came down to the preacher.) It was cult-of-personality stuff, and it made me permanently allergic to earnest wishes publicly sprayed about as indiscriminately as a sneeze.
I can justify (in my own mind, at least) the foolishness of my comic-books covers masks. I don't need to wear a billboard on my face, not for any sentiment. The black masks are statement enough, IMHO.
With Catholics around here, where so many of the old priests were unreconstructed Jansenists, it was "You're going to hell."
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