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scout sunday

Today’s small thing: scout sunday

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Every year the Boy Scouts celebrate Scout Sunday all over the US in their places of worship. Ever since my dad and brothers got involved with scouts my eyes seem to be drawn to the scout uniform wherever I am, especially during church on that Sunday. 

Today it touched me in a deeper way. 

When I saw the Boy Scouts as part of the procession I was hit with a wave of emotions. Pride because I have two Eagle Scout brothers and many other Eagle Scout family members. Happiness because of the memories I have of visiting boy scout camp. Sadness because it reminded me of Dad.

Obviously I wasn’t in Boy Scouts growing up. But I feel a strong connection to the program because of my dad and brothers. They all learned a ton and also gave a lot back. They have great bonding stories of the heat and daddy long leg infestations as well as coming of age experiences living among stinky boys for 10 days each summer. Boy Scouts ran through Dad’s blood and my brothers were able to see that first hand.

I wish I could have been at those summer camps and weekend camping trips with Dad. I wish I could have gone to pack meetings and danced to ‘King Tut’ with my dad dressed the part. I wish I could have heard all the Scoutmaster’s minutes and the lessons he taught to enrich those young people’s lives. I wish I had those bonding moments like my brothers did. 

But, I don’t. And I’ve always been ok with that. I got my own bonding time with him through him coaching my sports teams and during our family camping trips. And I’m still ok with that. It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have liked more.

I am so thankful that God was able to use Dad through Boy Scouts. He was able to help instill true values into the young men of our future, especially my brothers. And I know Dad got so much joy and fulfillment from being a part of it. I also know that many people were affected by Dad’s involvement over the years.

This was proven at Dad’s visitation and funeral. I was overwhelmed by the number of people that showed up in the first place, but seeing so many tan shirts and Mic-O-Say beads scattered throughout the crowd made tears swell all the more. Thats when I really felt a stronger tie to the organization. It was more than pack meetings and camping to Dad. It was giving his whole self to something he believed in, and the fruits of his labor were bright and clear that night. It still warms my heart thinking of it. 

That being said, Boy Scouts will always hold a special place in my heart. Even though I wasn’t able to participate, I feel that I am an honorary member. Happy Scout Sunday to all the scouts out there, and the honorary ones.

“I often think, when the sun goes down, the world is hidden by a big blanket from the light of heaven,
 but the stars are little holes pierced in that blanket by those who have done good deeds in this world.

 

The stars are not all the same size: some are big, some are little, and some men have done small deeds, 
but they have made their hole in the blanket by doing good before they go to heaven.

 

Try to make your hole in the blanket by good work while you are on earth.

It is something to be good, but it is far better to do good.” –Lord Baden-Powell

 

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