One time back in Sunday school, they forced
us to participate in this dopey reenactment of
Jesus’ crucifixion. We had to put on red foam
rubber clown noses and big clumsy clown shoes
and then carry a heavy sack of rocks on our back
as we walked a phalanx of older kids who shouted
insults and fired water pistols at us. I remember
coming home with soaked clothes and a sore
back. We weren’t supposed to keep the clown
noses, but I did. Do you think that was wrong? It’s
not like they missed one stupid clown nose. I was
angry about having to take part in the ridiculous
exercise, but I guess I still shouldn’t have stolen
the nose. I don’t know. What would Jesus have
done?

Professor Poetry Hound

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