Billy Madison comes to school
The other day, while I was sitting at a lunch table at Assumption Elementary Catholic School with some of my newest best friends, the following scene arose.
8th Grade Boy #1: (In the middle of a mouthful of pizza) “So why are you here?”
Me: (Taking a break from my sandwich) “Well, I was hungry, and I was in the area, so I decided to come have lunch with you guys. I don’t like eating alone.”
Some silence ensues
8th Grade boy #2: “You know what you remind me of?”
Me: “No, what?”
8th Grade boy #2: “This reminds me of Billy Madison”
8th Grade Boy #1: Nods approvingly as he goes back to eating his pizza slice
Me: Exit stage left, and crawl under the table and hide. Aaaaaaand SCENE!
I had to laugh. I mean that was funny. There aren’t many things to say back that other than “Yeah, haha” (voice fading into a mouthful of thoughtful sandwich chewing)
Obviously, Billy Madison is not what I was going for. This would be like a football coach ending his first football practice of the year, and having a player approach at the end to say “Hey, you remind me a lot of Richard Simmons”…
Gee, thanks.
As funny as this is, it is also a sad witness into the state of affairs we find ourselves in today. The fact that there is absolutely no image conjured up the memory bank of a young boy to comprehend what was happening. This man wants to sit and eat lunch with us??? The image of an immature, underachieving character like Billy Madison was the only comparison he could think of for why a man would be at the lunch table.
And it has dawned on me. This is why I am here. This is why we need FRATERNUS. This is why I will be back at that lunch table later this week. It is an uphill battle against a culture totally void of what we hope to do. Much of the early process is knocking down the walls of unfamiliarity with love.
Sort of like Donkey Kong.
Which, for the record, is in fact a much better game than Mortal Combat. Thanks Billy Madison, you at least got one thing right.
Over and out.
Titus



