In my life, I have played the scarecrow, the tin man, and the cowardly lion — all characters from The Wizard of Oz. But one character I strongly identify with is the Wizard. My best friends bought me a sign to post over my office door, and the sign reads, “Nobody gets to see the Wizard. No way. No how.”
I identify with the Wizard because of the years I spent ministering in a church. I wanted to be the great and powerful religious leader with all of life’s answers. I wanted to exude strength and power. I didn’t necessarily want people to fear me, but I wanted them to be in awe of my wisdom and my abilities to solve problems. I wasn’t consciously aware of the impressions I hoped to achieve, but they were there.
The problem never occurred to me that I didn’t have all the answers. I had been raised to believe a certain way and to not question those beliefs. We were right, and our role was to bring everyone else into right thinking—our way of thinking. I was pushing levers, blowing smoke, billowing out my message, and figuratively trying to scare the hell out of people. At least, I thought I was scaring people away from the fires of hell.
When we fail and the world sees us for what we are, we can no longer hide behind the curtain. We must come out of hiding and into the Light to face our accusers. We must admit to ourselves and others that we are only a man.
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