One view shouted from seemingly every mountaintop, every screen, from every bemuzzled and muffled mouth is this:
"The risk of death obviously outweighs merely seeing the human face!"
But I disagree. It is just as easy and, even more, it is backed up by reality to say:
"Seeing the human face far outweighs the risk of death!"
Why? Because it just is. Because your first exposure to life is met with a full-throated, unmasked yelp to the world. Because your first kiss is from the warm unmasked lips of a mother—and it is love and it is everything and everything changes and everything lives. Because on your deathbed you will choose the face over the mask. You will pull down the mask and demand to see love—to give love. You will abandon all reason for it. Just to kiss you will choose lips in spite of the scythe on your neck, in the face of every unknown, in the midst of the fires and the floods, in spite of the falling debris and shrapnel at the end. And as it will be at the end, so it was at the beginning, and so it is always. You will do it today. You know you will. Because it is everything. Because in every human face is the face of God.
Yet still you may shout with all your facts and figures behind your mask:
“I would rather live than see ten thousand human faces!”
But I...I will shout from my mountaintop more clearly and more boldly as my very breath ascends to the heavens:
“I am willing to die just to see one.”
Love one another. Even to the point of the cross. Even to the point of death.