My theology professor, Dr. Davis, made quite a profound statement today. He said that, if we grew up in a cancer ward where everyone displayed symptoms of radiation: hair loss, weight loss, skin discoloration, then we would probably think that was normal, and that our skin, hair, and weight wasn't. When you live with diseased people your entire life, you think disease is normal. He went on to say that we, along with everyone else do have a disease: sin. We are ill, dying, disfigured.
If this is the case, then what's "normal"? We are all handicapped - mentally, physically, and spiritually. I didn't make the connection between Dr. Davis' statement and The Boys Next Door until a few moments ago, but I definitely think that it's worth pondering.
We can't exactly look down on and jeer at people who have the same illness we do, however different the symptoms may be. The only truly healthy man, as Dr. Davis also reminded us earlier today, is Jesus. We're all starving for his grace and compassion.
I think one of my favorite lines from the play was, "I've been coming to these dances for months now and I can never decide if it's the saddest place I've ever been. Or the happiest."
I also wasn't sure whether to "laugh or cry" throughout Act I. Statements like, "It's a behavior pattern," "There aren't too many bunnies in the sky today", and "I called him a banana republic" made me giggle out loud. When I remembered how frustrating it must be to live with that kind of mental disorder, (the play mentions that these men are often frustrated) I felt sad and sorry for them. When I worked with some mentally handicapped people at my church several years ago, I was inspired and somewhat envious of their simple view of life. They were delighted beyond words at being in the presence of a pony and brushing his tail, eating a popsicle, showing everyone a new hairbrush that was theirs. I guess I agree with Jack. I'm not sure what to think.
Perhaps if I were smarter, I would.

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