Isaac was supposed to be next in line. This was his moment. Adventure was in his eyes and thunder in his heart. He had the vivacious spirit of a boy who wanted so badly to be a man.
|"Men of Tomorrow," by Norman Rockwell|
Isaac is a thinker. He is a firework. Questions pour out of him endlessly. He loves to work outside; he especially enjoys mowing the lawn. He loves to run errands for his daddy and is usually found at his heels. He loves to smile. He is good at it. Bright mind, bright face.
Once, Isaac ran into the kitchen and stood pumping his arms and running in place.
"Mom, mom!" he said. "We need to go to the track!"
"Why now?" asked mom.
"I feel like running, and I need to before I stop feeling like it."
Another time, he ran to me and, with a wolfish grin, said in the tone of a challenge, "Blake, let's go find snakes and weird-looking bugs!"
Isaac is always running. He is one of the fastest in his cross-country team.
|Adventure is out there!|
Today, Isaac did not run. His face was not bright as it leaned over my laptop. "They voted, Blake," he said. "I won't ever become an Eagle Scout."
The decision today removed a long-standing policy that the BSA would not allow openly gay scouts to join the program. Many are praising it as a long-overdue development toward equality and inclusion. But by including some, they have excluded us. We are in a dilemma: either betray conscience by endorsing the modern mythology of gender orientation, or run the risk of suit.
My own feelings were old hopes badly bruised. But when I stepped into the kitchen, I saw future hopes dashed.
|"A Guiding Hand," by Norman Rockwell|
Perhaps I am being melodramatic. But I want Isaac to know I would rather be in his rank than wear a hollow badge - a spotlighted badge which has come to represent the evils of idealism and absolute freedom. I do not wish to identify with an organization that preaches traditional virtues of leadership one moment, then recants at the first bully the next.
Boy Scouts of America, expect my medal in the mail.