Three boys, 16. Two are white, one is south Asian. They are on their way home from Catholic school.
One says, “Father X really likes me.”
The other two giggle.
“Seriously, I’m totally in there with him.”
The giggles are more pronounced.
The speaker, though, is oblivious. He continues with his tale, having not noticed his friends’ amusement, having not even imagined how what he was saying might sound.
Another witness and I shared knowing smiles. The two giggling boys made explicit their shared amusement to one another. “You know what I was thinking…” said one. “Yeah!” said the other. And the source of it all remained in his own, innocent world, oblivious to the Catholic church’s human and PR disaster.
I’m not Catholic, but I have great hopes for this pope.