I’ve been called to help the Boy Scouts. It’s been a while since our ward had enough boys to form a troop, but suddenly, miraculously, there has been an influx of young men and we’re in a position to form a Scout troop again. I did not see the Boy Scouts coming, not by a long shot. I was rather surprised when I was asked to help get this thing going so the boys could go on a camping trip in August.
I was even more surprised by my response. Suddenly, we needed a tent. I wondered why we haven’t been teaching our boys to tie knots and build fires. And, perhaps more surprisingly, I thought, “I need to be a Boy Scout.” I don’t exactly know how to do that. But I did get Micah a tent for Father’s Day and last night we scheduled our first camping trip with the boys for later this summer. (We practiced setting up the tent in our living room on Saturday night — the tent is half the size of the living room and we had to move the couch out of the way — and watched a movie from the comfort of our living room floor.)
Pitching a tent seemed like one good way to become one with the Scouts, but I’m more surprised by the other part of scouting that has written itself on my brain. It’s the slogan: “Do a good turn daily.”
So I’m trying to do a good turn daily. Something for someone outside my family. It isn’t easy, but it’s always on my mind, and I’m grateful for that. If there’s anything I can do for you, let me know. Anything that will help me be more trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, or reverent. Or prepared. That too.