I am well aware of the controversy centered on the Boy Scouts of America. I choose to believe that those policies that I don’t agree with will be remedied with more time. The tide of supporting homosexuality in this country is changing and the BSA will have no option but to follow suit…eventually. I mention this because we grappled with whether we should have the bug join. Then we discussed whether we should have him stay in. Ultimately, we chose to have a conversation about the subject with him. His response was that anyone who wants to participate in the scouts should be able to, no matter who they love. We knew how vital the BSA had been in helping him grow into the young man he has come to be. He is polite. Respectful. And best of all open minded. The fact that after 5 years the organization had done nothing to close his mind to the inherent equality of all people was enough for us. It’s a message that we fervently enforce in our home.
Our boy was invited to join the order of the arrow by his peers. It’s a weekend of work, reflection, and testing of ones limits. One where by upon completion, the scout is considered an equal to all others in the BSA leadership. I am immensely proud of my kid.
I write this in the hopes that my friends can better understand the choice that we made. I look at the BSA as a microcosm. This country has some policies I find morally offensive. We are not all equal in the eyes of the law despite the promises made by the constitution. That said, there is nowhere I would rather live. We all have choices to make for ourselves. For our children. For the people we love. It would be so much easier if we lived in a black and white world. Ours is an explosion of multi-colored hues. Forget grey. Let’s talk about burnt umber. Chartreuse. Deep violet.
Let’s put down the rose colored glasses and see each other as we really are. It is the simplest way to get to know ourselves.E