Since at least the seventeenth century this day has been celebrated with practical jokes and spurious news. Mark Twain commented in his Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar, "This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four."
The only kind of fool I hope to be is what Kim mentioned at The Upward Call today. From Michael Card's lyrics:
When we in our foolishness thought we were wise,
He played the fool and He opened our eyes.
When we in our weakness believed we were strong,
He became helpless to show we were wrong.
And so we follow God's own fool;
For only the foolish can tell.
Believe the unbelievable
Come be a fool as well.
God's Own Fool by Michael Card, on his Scandalon recording.
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