Am I the Only One Who's Traded the Altar for a Stage?

The new Casting Crowns is stepping all over my toes. The title of this post comes from the song "Stained Glass Masquerade". It is good stuff. I was reading in Velvet Elvis last night (yes Herschel, I am reading quickly) about Lazaras being dead. When Jesus called him from the tomb, Martha said, "But Lord, he stinkith." Rob Bell says that he relates that to his sin. He talks about where is he "dead". What kind of masquerade am I living? I hide my sin in the tomb of my own stupidity and it stinks. Jesus calls me on it - and then I shove it back in the tomb and pretend that it doesn't stink. But it reeks - the stinch is revolting. Why is it so appealing? Why do I not run in the other direction? What if we were all real with each other - what if we all took off the masks? Somehow the church has lost it's effectiveness or the altar would be packed every Sunday. The chorus of the song goes like this, and I think it is an accurate picture of the church today:
Are we happy plastic people/Under shiny plastic steeples/With walls around our weakness/And smiles to hide the 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.

Lord, thanks for reminding me of the need to be real. By covering up my sin, I fail to find freedom from it. Take these desires from me and replace them with a desire to please you. Help me to resist the desire to judge others and replace that desire with a love for them. Words are not enough without the action of love. Thank you Jesus for loving me where I am at, while giving me reminders that it isn't where you desire me to be.