Yesterday, I wrote about foolishness … the good kind and the bad kind.

I posed the question, "What kind of fool am I?"

I feel most foolish when I make pronouncements, applications, and pontifications on faulty premises that time, memory, and mush have mixed into one cognitive soup that has hardened into a slab of concrete assumption over the years.

It is the dark side of getting older and wiser.

Alas, I have become my own illustration and I find it humbling.

Indeed, I did become pastor of my current church on April 1, 1996. Indeed it was April Fool's Day. Not so indeed, it was not Easter Sunday. That was a week later. Thanks to a new friend for pointing this out. Thanks to wonderful internet sources for confirming it.

I am humbled. I didn't seek humility. I stumbled onto it. I suppose that is a good thing.

Apologies.

Proverbs 11:2
"When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom." (New International Version (c) 2011)