Unmasking The Lone Ranger


The Lone Ranger was a fictional character which began on the radio in 1933 and then later in a television series from 1949 through 1956.  Black and white television was the era. 

He was a Texas Ranger who had lost three of his comrades to murder by bandits.  His job was to avenge their deaths by rescuing the downtrodden and becoming a type of “superhero” to many in the Old West. 

 

He, and his sidekick Tonto, who was an Indian in the Potawatomi tribe.  He was created as a character to provide dialogue for the Lone Ranger. 

 

The Lone Ranger wore a mask over his eyes with only the eyeholes exposed to see.  He was trying to hide his identity, so he did not alert anyone that he was a former Texas Ranger. 

He and Tonto were on their own “warpath” to eliminate and jail the bad guys and rid the area of crime against the people. 

The Lone Ranger rode a white horse, a stallion, often described as a noble and powerful steed.  This horse was known for his speed and intelligence.  Silver was his name, and when the Lone Ranger achieved justice in the show, he would ride off on Silver and shout, “Hi-Yo, Silver, away!”  A well-known catchphrase. 

 

Some of the townspeople would shout as he rode away, “Who was that masked man?” 

 

Today I will ask the same thing to you.  “Who is the masked Christian attending church, going to Bible studies, and praising Jesus on Wednesday’s and Sundays?” 

 

In the church world, there are masks that we wear at times.  Even in the house of God and where people proclaim to love Jesus, we sometimes wear a mask. 

 

Because of circumstances, situations and trials, and issues with family, we sometimes unintentionally hide behind a mask.  We are not being who we say we are, and we are not who we should be for Jesus. 

Jesus is the only One who can take your mask off. 

 

It is almost like counterfeit Christianity.  The word counterfeit means, made in imitation with intent to deceive.  Not genuine.  Forged to look the same as the original.  Pretending to be real.  A copy intended to be passed off as the authentic article as in counterfeit money or expensive art. 

Falsely represented and not fully represented.  Not free from hypocrisy.  Having cunning abilities to convince people that what they offer is true, real and valuable. 

To simulate or imitate.  Most counterfeiters compete out of greed for wealth knowing full well that they are dishonest liars. 

 

Matthew 23 makes a point beginning in verse one, "The scribes and the Pharisees sit in Moses’ seat.  Therefore, whatever they tell you to observe, that observe and do, but do not do according to their works; for they say, and do not do.  (In other words, they are talkers not walkers.  Their yes is not yes, and their no is not no.)  For they bind heavy burdens, hard to bear, and lay them on men’s shoulders; but they themselves will not move them with one of their fingers.  But all their works they do to be seen by men.” 

 

In modern day Christianity and in some churches, many people attend on Sunday morning.  They come out of duty perhaps.  If they are parents, they take their children to children’s church, while they attend the main service for the adults. 

 

They listen to the message.  IF there is an altar invitation for salvation, or healing or deliverance they will sit as if super-glued to their seats. 

“Would not want my peers to see me at the altar.  They might think something is wrong with me and my marriage.” 

 

How pathetic is this.  Humans need prayer.  People need to get over their pride and indifference and quit being pretenders in the house of God. 

Like God can’t see our true motivations and behaviors? 

 

I consider this behavior as rebellion.  Not rebellion against the Pastor.  It is their sin against God. 

Once the service is over, they pick up their children, walk to their parked car, and drive to lunch at their favorite cafeteria.  Full of other church going, mask wearing, hypocrites. 

 

Yes, hypocrisy reigns strong in the church.  Not all churches, but you get where I am going with this. 

 

The masks we wear on Sunday morning and Wednesday evenings are real.  But these masks do not compare to the ones we strap on at home and at work. 

 

I knew a man who lived with a Pastor Daddy.  This Pastor preached at his church and wore his robe at the pulpit.  He was a great speaker and knew how to quote scripture and break them down to their simplicity.  He painted spiritual pictures on the canvas of people's hearts with God’s Holy Word. 

 

He even prayed for people as they wept at the altar.  Anointing them with oil and weeping with them as they cried their broken hearts out at the front of the church.  The carpet stained with oil and tears. 

When he got home, he would drink until drunk.  A closet boozer.  Later, in his drunken stupor he would hit his oldest son with a flashlight on his teenage head. 

 

Hypocrite and abuser.  All in the name of the Lord. 

 

Which Lord? 

I believe it was the Lord of the Flys. 

 

If we can’t be real at church with all our bumps, bruises and stitches that life brings at times, then where should we go?  To a mental institution?  To a Doctor of Psychology or a Christian counselor? 

If the Christian counselor is real, praise Jesus.  Just check out his glove box in his car for a flashlight with human hair and blood on it. 

 

Facts are facts. 

Hypocrites lived among Jesus and His disciples. 

They exist today and it is important to be part of the solution, not part of the problem. 

It is like poisoning the water hole with vain words and actions.  It is similar to termites in the temple eating away at the foundation of the church.  We are either bridge builders in the house of God, or bridge burners at church. 

God cries. 

The Holy Ghost is grieved when we hide behind masks and build walls around our hearts with spiritual bricks and mortar. 

 

Some of the worst masks are identified as follows. 

Insecurities, failures, lack of self-worth, anger, rage, loneliness and despair, suicidal thoughts, and the list goes on and on and on. 

Everything that besets human nature to destroy it is a form of a mask. 

We do not want anyone to know our hidden sins or our insecurities.  It is more important to look good than be real. 

 

At some point if we are truly born again and love Jesus, we must take our Christianity and our walk with God seriously.  Time is ticking and it is either a time-bomb waiting to go off, or it is valued by the believer in Jesus. 

 

HE does not want you to hide any longer.  He wants to untie the masks, one at a time, and heal you. 

But you must be willing. 

 

Just like the Lone Ranger who justified his hidden identity to be a successful hero of sorts by hiding behind a mask.  There is no reason to hide for us though.  This is not a black and white television show from the 1950’s any longer.  You can’t turn off the TV and go to bed with the life you are living currently. 

 

If you do not allow Jesus to untie the masks and break down the walls of silence in your heart, you will die.  Not physically.  Not even spiritually if you are breathing. 

 

You will die a slow death in your emotions. 

They will continue to decay over time and trial.  The masks become evident to most around you and me.  They see through your facade.  Those who know you personally, even at church and at home, know what kind of mask you wear daily. 

 

We put them on to hide behind our fears.  We wear them tightly to cinch away the doubts and broken dreams we currently live in. 

The mask is cutting off the blood supply to our spiritual brains because the strings are so tightly bound and filled with the knots of torment, that we wish we could break them in two. 

No strength physically on your part can break the strings.  It must come from a gentle Savior named Jesus who will untie them, one by one, and peel off the mask of manipulation the devil convinced you years ago that “it is okay to hide behind them.” 

 

It is not okay, and it is time to come out from among them and be ye separate sayeth the Lord of Hosts. 

 

Our family's security is threatened by our exhaustive hours we spend away from home chasing the dollar.  Making a living is one thing, but living to make money is a mask all its own.  Our children grow up wondering “who is that masked man (or woman) who comes home every night late and sometimes intoxicated with loneliness not alcohol?” 

Mark 8: 36-37 declares, “What profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul?  Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?

 

The masks we sometimes wear or wear all the time; eventually turn us into the very things we hide from.  Our addictions to drugs, alcohol, gambling, pornography, living for the weekend, chasing a dream that is actually a man-made nightmare, is killing us. 

 

I have watched for many years now a family who once loved Jesus.  They lived for the Lord early on and their children loved Jesus too. 

One day the father said to me, “I am tired of church, and I want to see if the grass is greener on the other side.” 

Green grass, or an excuse to stop being accountable to God and your family?  (I thought this as he spoke.) 

 

It has been over 20 years now and I see a successful man and his wife.  Between the two, they make well over $100,000.00 annually. 

“Where is the profit to the man or woman?” 

Has there been an exchange in their soul for money?  Is the grass which is greener turning brown with time?  Does the Almighty Dollar have a stranglehold on your Christianity? 

 

It is not about church attendance as much as it is about living for Jesus. 

 

The grass.  I have cut grass for a living, and I know the nature of healthy grass.  Fertilized, it stays green and thrives.  Cut it weekly, but not too short, and it will become thick and beautiful.  Grass.  Greener grass is not on the other side of life. 

 

Walking away from a person's first love, Jesus, is an abomination to the Lord.  It breaks my heart to see this family in this condition. 

 

This father was a true leader.  He and his wife have children and grandchildren.  The two adult children married non-believers.  They are happy, contented, financially stable, and seem happy.  All is well with this scenario. 

 

From the inside looking out, it is great.  From the outside looking in, I see masks. 

 

I know them.  I have watched them for over 35 years.  I know happiness in the Lord, and I know the counterfeit. 

I can’t speak to their issues as they are too close to me by virtue of many situations that do not allow me to speak to them spiritually. 

I am not a judge, but I have set before a judge when he sentenced me to prison in 1976. 

He was then, a judge and the prescriber of the time I had to do in prison for my 6 (count them) six felonies.  All aggravated and violent. 

I deserved what I got.  He was the judge, jury and executioner of my life and time. 

He was fair and consistent with the laws of Texas at that time. 

 

If I were a judge now, and this family was sitting before me with the green grass stains on their sneakers, I would say this. 

 

“You, Sir were the priest of your home at one time.  You knew better than to ignore God and put Him on a back burner of your life.  You stand before this bench today found guilty of wearing several masks.  You forged them, and you made your wife sew them with strong string-ties. 

Your children are in the courtroom watching this, and they can’t speak for you now as time is running out on your ability to prove to God, you love Him, more than you love your life. Your grandchildren are not here because they deserve better. 

There will be time for you to love God again after you finish the following sentence. 

Number one: I sentence you to life without parole.  Life in church and life working your job until you retire.  Number two:  you will stay faithful to read your Bible and pray daily.  You will worship the Lord your God with all your heart from now on.  And finally, number three. 

I sentence you to death.  Death to your grass addiction.  Death to your chasing the dollar.  Death to your compromising attitude and you will die to self.  Understood, Sir?” 

 

Well, I am not able to be a judge.  Wouldn’t want that job. 

I am not perfect by any means, but I strive to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me Jesus Christ. 

 

To unmask the Lone Ranger who may be reading this, remember something.  There is no condemnation for those who are in Christ.  No guilt or shame either. 

 

Pick yourself up, confess your sin to the Lord Jesus, and get going in a new direction. 

 

The next time you look in a mirror and untie the last mask you wear you will see something. 

That something is Jesus behind you smiling as He is the one and only one who can untie them anyway.  He just did for you.  Turn yourself around from the mirror and give Him the Glory. 

And by the way, “The mask of success that made you buy the designer handbag for your wife, and the leather briefcase you carry are not needed any longer.  You can stop maxing out your credit cards too.  Every mask you used to wear is gone if you continue to let Jesus help you walk the walk. 

 

I have never seen a hearse pulling a U-Haul trailer.  You came into this world with nothing and will certainly leave the same way. 

With one exception. 

If you love Jesus and He lives in your heart, He will be with you when you leave this Earth. 

You will never be the Lone Ranger again. 

That is His promise to you. 

“HI-Y0 JESUS, AWAY.” 

Who was that UN-masked man anyway?   

Copyright © 2025 by Joe Wilkins

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