I think we're actually in agreement on a lot of this. For example, I agree with all of this: [snip]
Well that's good. Because I just don't think I could bare it if we weren't friends anymore!
Don't think I didn't catch where you left in my statement about being pedantic.
And to be completely fair, I probably am being pedantic in my defense of the BSA because I had no real knowledge of these issues when I was growing up and working toward (but never achieving) my Eagle Scout. No one likes to find out that a group they belong to, that they’ve been a part of for nearly thirty years (good lord!) has such a twisted vision and is excluding individuals based on religion (or lack thereof) or lifestyle (that isn’t a choice). I wasn’t an atheist (and still am not) and I wasn’t homosexual (and still am not), but these issues do affect me, and I find the BSA’s position on them abhorrent. So maybe I’m being naïve in my defense, and in remaining an Assistant Scoutmaster I’m feeding the problem. Perhaps I should resign my position under protest, or lodge formal complaints to the National Council until they give me the boot.
But then I look to the boys that I’ve been assisting over these past few years, and how far they’ve come. What fine young men some of them have turned out to be, eager to learn, willing to listen, capable of great kindness. I think of my current Senior Patrol Leader, Andrew, and how I hear him treat things with skepticism and query, unwilling to accept at face value what someone else might spoon feed him. I think of Jeremy, who recently, and suddenly, lost his father, Herman (a good, kind, and gentle man who could cook the best Dutch oven cobbler) and how I can see him watching me at times, even looking to me as a role-model for his own behavior. I know that I couldn’t serve them nearly as well if I wasn’t a part of the Scouting organization. In fact, I would have little to no interaction with them whatsoever. There would never be a time when Christian asked me why I wasn’t a member of his church. There would never be a time when they asked me to point out Orion’s Belt and recount the story of Orion and Artemis (my personal favorite version of the myth), or to show them how to build a proper fire, nock a bow, or sharpen their knives without cutting off their own fingers. And there certainly wouldn’t be a time where they watched how I treated each of them, as far as I can tell, as fairly as possible; adults or children when they acted the part, laughing with them or admonishing them (gently) as the situation called for.
I find that the majority of local and regional BSA members don’t really care what my religion or lifestyle is or what anyone else’s is. They’re more interested in giving the boys of Boy Scouting the opportunities that they either had or didn’t have. Giving them a sense of respect for the outdoors, for each other, and for themselves. To be civic-minded, to “do a good turn daily” and to define for themselves what it means to be “physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.”
So I don’t know what the best choice here is. Maybe I should do what was suggested, get an attorney and start fighting the BSA to change its ways. Or maybe I should just shut my mouth and go about my scoutmaster duties as best I can, knowing that the BSA can’t remain stagnant and someday, hopefully soon, it will self-correct.
I think I've said and argued all I can on this matter.