I’m about to lose friends. So be it. My goal in life is not friend-making but truth-speaking, and I can only speak truth as I see it.
Speaking the truth in love does not require us to soft-peddle ugliness, whether in low places or high, and the POTUS’ speech before 40,000 Boy Scouts and leaders was about as ugly as it gets. Yes, there were occasional proper moments, but the rants between besmirched the whole.
I’ll not belabor the details—you can read the speech. If you reach a conclusion different from mine, I’ll honor that. We can still be friends. But please don’t whitewash the ugly, and please don’t come at me with What about so and so.
If you wonder at my umbrage, Scouting shaped my life. Measured by my Baptist church, not all our Scout leaders were sanctified Christians. Some smoked. Some took an occasional drink. Occasionally a hell or damn popped out, but never an off-color story. They cared for us and enabled us to do the things we loved. The holy church men of my family church were far too busy serving God to spend time with boys in the woods.
I covet for those 40,000 boys at the national Jamboree all that Scouting meant to me. Surely they deserved better than the POTUS poured out on them. I’m ashamed.
Old Grandpa Lloyd