Are You a Man or Boy
Most Americans don’t know
By Greg Szymanski, JD
February 23, 2010
When I was young, I thought many times what it meant to be a man, what it meant to be a strong man.
The television taught me that meant money and power, conquer the weak and live with the strong.
I spent hours in the gym, earning a college football scholarship. My body was strong but looking back my mind was weak.
I looked at television, drank a lot of beers, scored a few touchdowns, had college paid for but learned absolutely nothing about what it meant to be a man.
But I don’t blame my dad for that. He lost his wife when I was 10, a good solid number to lose your mother.
She died from what they said was leukemia. I never understood it, never will.
People say face up to death. It happens. I never did.
So what is the point of this story? How does it relate to the Vatican, my arch enemy?
Easy. They like death. I don’t. I saw it young and don’t want to see it again.
The hierarchy of my church has facilitated death and the inquisition for centuries and have never quit.
In the end, the lessons of being a man were not taught to me by my father — he couldn’t — not taught to me by the church, not taught to me by anyone until I had to learn them myself at the sorrowful age of 59.
That in my humble estimation is the problem with most American men — they are only big manly bodies with little boy minds.
For example, people told me to read the Bible and you will be a man.
Bad example. What kid listens to a book? Men listen to books and I was never a man so what is the use of reading a bible.
And, another thing, I always wondered, should I capitalize the word bible?
I think not. It’s a book, not a capitol of a city and that is what I was taught.
In fact, I am still trying to figure out how to spell the two capitols, one with an a and one with an o.
Do you know?
I am sure you do and I am sure you will tell me. But it won’t make any difference since I will forget anyway.
It’s easy to forget if you are a boy in a man’s body.
But let me tell you what I figured out anyway.
I figured out faith means you have to believe something is true even if it doesn’t seem that way. The world tells me there is no God but I believe it anyway.
The world tells me evil wins always, but I believe good always conquers evil.
I believe honor, dignity and courage are better then money and power even if the world tells me otherwise.
I believe someone is telling me this and it’s my real Father even though the world tells me I am possessed by demons of weakness.
In the end, the dilemma facing America is for men to understand what being a man really means.
I am not saying I am an expert overnight on this subject, but let’s say I know true love never dies. It lives on for those you love, for the neighbor next door, for the country and land we walk on.
My only hope is don’t the hierarchy of the church I once belonged to destroy that.