- Last walkaround – Floyd “Creaky” Creekmore, the world’s oldest performing clown, has passed away at the age of 98
- Normally, when someone talks about “electing a clown” they’re being insulting — but not in Brasil! Brazilians re-elect clown with 1 million votes
- Pictures from the Texas Clown Association
- Just spent the week at the Midwest Clown Association 2014 Roundup – hope that I saw some of you there
- Speaking of which, local TV station WQAD did some nice coverage, but clearly they wrote their headline before even sending a reporter, talking about how clowning is a dying art – despite over 100 clowns attending, 6 Junior Joeys spending the week in intensive training, etc.
I need to learn Spanish – a practical thought
For the past 3 years, my wife and I have been fortunate to clown at the Willman Industries company picnic in Cedar Grove, Wisconsin. In addition to “clowning around”, my wife spends the bulk of her time face painting the children there, while I make a lot of balloon animals. A comment that my wife made on the way home was that, “I need to learn Spanish.” (more…)
Many years ago, my brother Don was playing volleyball with some friends from New Jersey. Now, my brother is a heavily-built man; he was a football player and heavyweight wrestler in high school, and he looked it. Despite his build, he was extremely competitive, and was dashing around the volleyball court like a bird, repeatedly spiking the ball into the face of our friends. They thought that they were good at volleyball, and repeatedly discounted his repeated scoring against them by saying “That shot was a fluke … that was another fluke … more flukes … he’s just fluky, that’s all!” With an enormous grin on his face, as Don spiked the winning point, he exclaimed “You have to be good to be fluky!” (more…)
God moves in a mysterious way, his wonders to perform …
Earlier this month, my wife & I had written a short clown skit about blessings, where the gist of it is a clown crying out to God, expressing his needs, and asking God why he isn’t ever blessed — while different individuals keep interrupting him to bless him with food and other things, all the while being indifferent to how God is answering his prayers. Ever have one of those moments where you’re preaching to yourself, and don’t even realize it? (more…)
This morning, I was reading in Matthew chapter 19, and the following leaped out at me: 13. Then little children were brought to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples rebuked those who brought them. 14. Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” 15. When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there.
It’s a Bible story that we’ve all heard many times, how the disciples thought that Jesus was too busy for the children, and Jesus corrected them. But what struck me this morning was that it was after He placed his hands on them, He went from there. Jesus was waiting to bless those children before He moved on to the next place.
As clowns, do we realize the job, and privilege, that we have in bringing children to Jesus, so that He can place His hands on them?