A thought-provoking anecdote from Bill O’Malley, S.J. that reminds me of the recent Strong Words posting:
I went to the Goodwill store, got a lot of old clothes, ripped them up, and pinned them back together randomly. I bought clown makeup and a bulbous red nose. With the connivance of the celebrant and ushers, I came from the back of the church in my Emmet Kelly outfit while the celebrant read the Gospel, lurching from side to side of the center aisle with a bottle in my fist, trying to cadge a quarter for a cup of coffee. I heard a woman gasp, “Harry, stop him! He’s going right up to the altar!” …I went to the lectern, put down the bottle, doffed my hat and red nose, blessed myself and said, “If you came to Mass today to find Jesus Christ, you just missed him. He came up the main aisle trying to beg a quarter for a cup of coffee. And ya wanna know something? He didn’t get a nickel.”
I miss Jesus a lot, I’m afraid.