Ken Bazyn

Jesting Angels


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comedy and satire have been categorized into a milder form (following Horace) designed to reform via shame and embarrassment, and a harsher type (following Juvenal) intended to awaken indignation via shock and ridicule.12 Via comedy we poke fun at self-righteousness and hypocrisy, counteract dogmatism and intolerance, and revel in the playfulness of everyday give-and-take.13 Among the best agents I know for deflating exalted egos are children. They have such an ingenious way of imitating our signature mannerisms and gestures until we too start to feel that our actions are ludicrous.

      Indeed, humor, satire, and comedy have proven strong weapons in the arsenal of spiritual warfare. After all, what plausible excuse can there be for a life littered by flaws and failure, but that complaint by knight errant Don Quixote: a “malignant enchanter persecutes me, and has put clouds and cataracts into my eyes.”20 To paraphrase Martin Luther, “The best way to drive out the devil, if he will not yield to texts of Scripture, is to jeer and flout him, for he cannot bear scorn.”21 The Screwtape Letters, C.S. Lewis’s imaginary exchange of letters between an apprentice demon and his seasoned mentor on how to seduce souls, is a supreme example.

      In like manner the great Renaissance humorist Rabelais derides that morality more given to homilies than concrete aid. During the fictional cake-peddlers’ war, a monk cries out: “Is this any time for talk? You’re like the decretalist preachers, who say that whoever sees his neighbor in danger of death ought first, under pain of three-pronged excommunication, to admonish the other to confess and to put himself in a state of grace—all this before giving him any help. And so, after this, when I see them in the river and about to drown, in place of running up to lend them a hand, I intend giving them a good long sermon de contemptu mundi et fuga saeculi, on contempt of the world and flight from worldly things, and when they’re stiff and dead, that will be time enough to go fish them out.”22

      Is it any wonder then that Richard Milnes, in his memoir of the British satirical poet Thomas Hood, concludes: “[T]he sense of humour is the just balance of all the faculties of man, the best security against the pride of knowledge and the conceits of the imagination, the strongest inducement to submit with a wise and pious patience to the vicissitudes of human existence.”23 Thus, I urge you, my brothers and sisters, laugh your way to heaven.