To The Heroic Couplets...

We are nothing. We, the "revolutionaries", the "militants", the "activists". We're nobodies. We're only assistants; sidekicks to the true soldiers. Caddies to the Tigers that have the capacity to change the world.

In this society, the real heroes aren't the ones who go strategizing and pointing fingers and making noise. We play our parts, yes, but we alone have about the same significance as a microphone with no voice attached. Or dryer sheets without a washing machine to first clean the clothes.

The REAL heroes... well, it's not hard to figure it out. I mean, once you recognize that the number one problem in our society is the disintegration of the family, most of which is stemming from the lack of manhood in our men. You see, that disintegration is the reason our women are so distrusting and bitter and hopeless. Why our children are so undisciplined and hellbent.

You want to talk heroes? We should have a day set aside to recognize the husbands and wives that have "made it"; I call them "heroic couplets". The ones that have remained faithful to God and each other. Built stable households. Maintained decent employment. Shown their children love and taught them respect and fear of the Lord. All the while, becoming more and more unified as couples with each triumph and shortfall. That's the ONLY thing worth mentioning when you talk about heroes. Because, without them, there's really nothing else worth saving; nothing left for other "heroes" to preserve.

I say and do nothing more than what I feel--- what I KNOW--- should already have been said and done inside of homes throughout this nation and world. When I step out into the world every day, I go in ready for combat. But when I set foot in my cousin's house--- my cousin who, by the grace and guidance of Jesus Christ, is successfully maintaining a household with his wife and four children--- I humble myself. I'm in the presence of a true king, and for all my swashbuckling, I'm not REMOTELY on that level of heroism.

It's not that I'm attempting to devalue the struggle of the "fighters" out there; but I don't want us to lose sight of what's important. At the end of the day, none of this supplementary stuff will remain standing. It's all an improvisation until our society remembers what was originally written into the script.

None of us--- free-radicals with no attachments--- has to be the one to teach our daughters how to be chaste women in spite of the easy-come, easy-go girls that she sees on a regular basis. None of us has to be the one to teach our sons how to prefer hard, honest work to dirty money. And sure, as a school teacher, I have my moments where I get to shed light with the youth I teach. But at the end of the day, if they fall by the wayside, it's not a reflection on me. I've only had them a semester or two: the blame has to fall on the ones who have had them from birth.

...If that's even been the case. Because, Lord knows, these kids get "new parents" like I used to get new shoes. That's why I laugh when I hear people say, "Discipline or not, you can't control how your kids come out." Doesn't one kinda have to BE IN THEIR CHILDREN'S LIVES CONSISTENTLY to say what a parent can and can't control? Everyone speaks so much of how things work and don't work. But when the vast majority of households are officially broken, I think only the Originator has the right to say how it's supposed to work.

"Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it."
Proverbs 22:6

Yeah... that's what I thought You said. He who has only flunked math shall not instruct others on how math shall be done. I'm getting off track...

Heroic is the word I use to describe those who still stand for the very cornerstone of this society--- the family. Not just the white-haired ones who have made it, but also the young marriages who are determined to get to that point. And not just they who are striving, but the teens and young adults who are planning for such a time. Those of us, like myself, who are hesitating and getting as close to God as we can, because we know all that's at stake, and we want to make dead sure we're ready for the commitment.

When I get done releasing all this angst outta my system, I only hope to be a great husband and father. And I wish my children to become the arrows in my quiver for the betterment of this world, the way God originally ordered it.