From a Methodist Pastor friend who knows I attended Catholic school:
A Jesuit, a Dominican, and a Trappist became marooned on a desert island. They found a magic lamp, and after some discussion and meditation, decided to rub it. Lo and Behold, a Genie appeared (just like they're supposed to) and offered them three wishes. They deemed it only fair and equitable that each would get one wish.
The Jesuit said he wanted to teach at the world's most famous University, and poof, he was gone!
The Dominican wished to preach in the world's largest Chuch - poof, he was gone!
Then the Genie asked the Trappist, "What about you?"
The Trappist replied, "I'm good - I already got my wish!"
I went to the Google to see if I could find an illustration of some Trappists - Found this black & white image, dated 1957 and titled "Refugee Monks in Rome". Studying it for a couple of moments, I realized I could identify five of the eight: Fr. Denis, unknown, Fr. Matthew, Fr. Roch, unknown, Fr. Aurel, Fr. Julius, unknown.
The photo was taken more than a dozen years before I met any of them.
In 6th grade, Fr. Aurel rapped me on the head with a recorder for talking in class or being a smart-aleck (maybe both - go figure). Years later he kicked the habit, ditched the ascetic scene and got married. Fr. Matthew had a very sly sense of humor. In 8th grade, Fr. Roch taught Religion, and sex ed. His clinical description of copulation could have put you to sleep, save that the discordant juxtaposition of the subject matter and the delivery seemed, to us, hilarious. In our freshman year, Fr. Denis threatened to call students at 2:00 a.m. to recite the quadratic equation. And on possibly more than one occasion, Fr. Julius may or may not have kicked me out of the library for: talking, eating, shooting spitwads, playing paper-ball volleyball over the study carrels, or leaning back in the chairs (and falling over) – pick any combination.
h/t: John K.
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