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My name is Rebuko the Clown. Obviously, that is not the name my parents gave me, but that is the stage name. I am the one-man owner, proprietor, and performer of Rebuko the Clown's Lord's Derisive Laugh Christian Clown Ministries. My mission in life is to bring the Gospel to the unsaved through the art of clowncraft.
I wasn't always a Christian. I was born in 1970 to hippie parents in California. In fact, the birth name they gave me is so humiliating and drug-inspired, I hesitate to tell you it now. Let's just say "Rebuko" is a far more dignified name, ok? So growing up in the 1970's, traveling around the country, living in strange hippie communes and spending your birthday in Motel 6's will do wonders on a child. In short, it will screw him up. I remember on my 7th birthday getting an ounce of weed. One of the many men who were my temporary fathers told me: "You're a man now. Smoke up." Praise Jesus that ass died of a drug overdose on New Year's Day 1979!
So here I am, a young man, with the open road and open women before me. I travel from place to place, looking for work, doing drugs, not giving a s*** about Jesus. I truly was unsaved scum. But around 1990 or so (I can't remember, my memory is too hazy) I found myself working in a traveling carnival. My line of work was professional Age-Weight-Guessing. Now, there really ain't nothing to this job. It's not like you have to actually size up a person's weight by analyzing their love handles or whatnot. All I had to do was pull some age or weight outta my ass and say it. See, the way it works, is that a person spends a dollar to get guessed. I invariably lose, but their prize is worth a measly 15 cents. They would get a pencil or some stupid crap. So, I could go all night guessing inaccurately and still pull in a profit for my manager.
Anyways, one night I was walking around in a drunken stupor like always, and I happened upon a new act in our carnival. It was a Christian Clown/Puppet Ministry. It was evangelism with a twist. It brought the Gospel of Jesus through the medium of hand puppets and people in makeup. It really appealed to my simple mind. I mean, it's not like I haven't been the subject of a conversion before. Street preachers would yell at me that I was going to Hell, but I didn't heed them any attention. I even read the Bible somewhat, but it never appealed to me. But these clowns and puppets did. They spoke to me. I know it's pretty strange to say, but clowns and puppets completely made me re-evaluate my viewpoint on life, the universe, and everything. Weird city.
So that night, from what I can remember, I was down on my knees, crying my eyes out in front of some fuzzy blue puppet and a clown begging Jesus for forgiveness and that I would be a new man from here on out.
Fast forward a good twenty years, and here I am. I have taken what has inspired me out onto the road. I work as a professional clown, under the stage name Rebuko the Clown. My ministry is a little different in that I don't highlight the happy, fluffy cloud side of Christianity. I come out, guns-a-blazin', with rebukes in tow (hence "Rebuko"), challenging people to accept Christ as their savior or burn in Hell forever.
Needless to say, I've frightened many, many children over the years, but that's my whole intention all along.
Anyways, this is just my intro, and I'm glad to be a part of this most Godly forum. Praise Jesus!
One last thing: Here is a Christian clown video which I starred in. Can you guess who I am?
Toodle-oo,
Rebuko the Clown
My name is Rebuko the Clown. Obviously, that is not the name my parents gave me, but that is the stage name. I am the one-man owner, proprietor, and performer of Rebuko the Clown's Lord's Derisive Laugh Christian Clown Ministries. My mission in life is to bring the Gospel to the unsaved through the art of clowncraft.
I wasn't always a Christian. I was born in 1970 to hippie parents in California. In fact, the birth name they gave me is so humiliating and drug-inspired, I hesitate to tell you it now. Let's just say "Rebuko" is a far more dignified name, ok? So growing up in the 1970's, traveling around the country, living in strange hippie communes and spending your birthday in Motel 6's will do wonders on a child. In short, it will screw him up. I remember on my 7th birthday getting an ounce of weed. One of the many men who were my temporary fathers told me: "You're a man now. Smoke up." Praise Jesus that ass died of a drug overdose on New Year's Day 1979!
So here I am, a young man, with the open road and open women before me. I travel from place to place, looking for work, doing drugs, not giving a s*** about Jesus. I truly was unsaved scum. But around 1990 or so (I can't remember, my memory is too hazy) I found myself working in a traveling carnival. My line of work was professional Age-Weight-Guessing. Now, there really ain't nothing to this job. It's not like you have to actually size up a person's weight by analyzing their love handles or whatnot. All I had to do was pull some age or weight outta my ass and say it. See, the way it works, is that a person spends a dollar to get guessed. I invariably lose, but their prize is worth a measly 15 cents. They would get a pencil or some stupid crap. So, I could go all night guessing inaccurately and still pull in a profit for my manager.
Anyways, one night I was walking around in a drunken stupor like always, and I happened upon a new act in our carnival. It was a Christian Clown/Puppet Ministry. It was evangelism with a twist. It brought the Gospel of Jesus through the medium of hand puppets and people in makeup. It really appealed to my simple mind. I mean, it's not like I haven't been the subject of a conversion before. Street preachers would yell at me that I was going to Hell, but I didn't heed them any attention. I even read the Bible somewhat, but it never appealed to me. But these clowns and puppets did. They spoke to me. I know it's pretty strange to say, but clowns and puppets completely made me re-evaluate my viewpoint on life, the universe, and everything. Weird city.
So that night, from what I can remember, I was down on my knees, crying my eyes out in front of some fuzzy blue puppet and a clown begging Jesus for forgiveness and that I would be a new man from here on out.
Fast forward a good twenty years, and here I am. I have taken what has inspired me out onto the road. I work as a professional clown, under the stage name Rebuko the Clown. My ministry is a little different in that I don't highlight the happy, fluffy cloud side of Christianity. I come out, guns-a-blazin', with rebukes in tow (hence "Rebuko"), challenging people to accept Christ as their savior or burn in Hell forever.
Needless to say, I've frightened many, many children over the years, but that's my whole intention all along.
Anyways, this is just my intro, and I'm glad to be a part of this most Godly forum. Praise Jesus!
One last thing: Here is a Christian clown video which I starred in. Can you guess who I am?
Toodle-oo,
Rebuko the Clown
Jesus!
I am 16 years old.
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