Clowning around

I am told that my stated childhood ambition was “to be a clown in a circus.” Upon my ordination, my mother said “I see you’ve achieved your ambition.” A devout salt-of-the-earth sort of Christian, she knew how to keep her boy from taking on airs and graces. Today is “Holy Humo[u]r Sunday”, Risus Paschalis, God’sContinue reading “Clowning around”