Journal Of A Postmodern Prophet (The Face of a Clown)

WARNING: If you suffer from Coulrophobia, which is the fear of clowns (no I am not joking even though I think it’s funny as hell) …this post is safe for you to read. Many years ago when I was in seminary I was asked to submit an assignment – creating a collection of my writings chronicling my faith journey over the years. With strong encouragement from my community, the Journal Of A Postmodern Prophet was created. Interestingly enough, it was my professors who came up with the journal’s title…possibly for all the shit stirring I caused over the years. I will warn you in advance that some of the language is still somewhat evangelical in places, since some of these writings were pulled from a span of writings I did between the ages of 18 – 25…so please have some grace with me. Even though my own seminary, Truett Seminary at Baylor University where I graduated from and from which this project was birthed, will not have much to do with me theses days; however, I am thankful for my time there and for pushing me to become whom I am today…The Whiskey Preacher!

The Face of a Clown

As the face of a clown once again smiles

The depth of my hypocrisy runs through

My veins

An unwed mother

Is crushed by the blows of

Self-righteousness

In the circle of shame she stands

One finger after another shackles her to her

Torment

At the alter of grace leys her refuge

Held back by the tongue of Christianity

Will love prevail to the healing hand of

Forgiveness?