There are people who wear a mask in every day life. Things look cool, smiles and handshakes, all that jazz - but something's always eating them up inside. Every night, they fall apart, only to scoop up the pieces and put on the same facade the next day.
There are people who haven't stopped believing in God, but turn to the flesh as solace for their pain, rather than patiently waiting for His deliverance. They don't want to return to purity or piety, because they fear guilt and judgement almost as much as they fear life without the crutch of the flesh.
There are people who have been stabbed in the back so many times, hurt by so many people. They've got a chip on the shoulder; their anger pleas that they might be able to see justice, or at least set the records straight. But since they have no one that will listen, and the ones who hurt them never seem to change, it drives them nuts. They'll end up having imaginary arguments just to feed that vulture on their back, the bitterness chewing their skull.
You know those "happy people" you see all around you? Why the heck are they so happy when you're feeling like garbage? It looks all the time like I'm miserable, those who have hurt me are blessed, and everyone else is completely fine not caring at all. But I know this isn't true, and nor will it ever be. When someone tells you that they are "fine," they are probably a liar.
I haven't turned to the flesh, by the grace of God, but I know that there are people who have, and their fears are obvious. I don't wear a mask, but I know what it's like to have something gnaw at me. And I don't have a chip on my shoulder, but my unresolved conflicts are the most frustrating things that have ever happened in my life.
We're not invisible to God. We shouldn't be invisible to each other. Please pray for them and us.