I never liked clowns much. My first thought, disingenuous. A fake smile forced across one’s face with a brush of makeup, you know clowns cannot live that happy of lives. One emotion just seems unnatural. Yet recently I see them as a frightening metaphor for many Christians today, suffering. People equate Christianity to perpetual happiness, yet when Christians fail to live up to this stereotype, they pull out their makeup bags. Putting on paint to hide their pain, people put on their “Christian” faces in order to not display weakness or brokenness to anyone. But brokenness shapes part of human reality, even for Christians. Putting on a show involves a circus, not the Christian walk. Authentic, genuine, this describes the life Christ calls us to live; no rubber nose required.
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. God.” – 2 Corinthians 1:3-4