There are two sons, brothers they are.
One walks quiet and bangs drums fierce.
One walks quick and talks big passion.
Both share a love of music and film.
Both have grown into gentlemen.
Gentle and genteel men. Especially in their way with women.
Growing up, their mother admonished them.
The way you treat your mother is the way you will eventually treat your wife.
Honor your mother, young man, and your wife will thank you.
When they were little she said things like:
Hold the door for me… like this.
Carry this for mommy, please.
Let your sisters pass first.
Growing up, they watched their father make their mother laugh to pull her out of a bad mood. They watched him sneak her kisses in the kitchen and surprise her with yellow roses. They saw him stand in front of her, a shield against the barrage of momentary teenage angst and rebellion. These two brothers saw their father honor their mother and now they honor their wives.
These are not the Steubenville boys.
Poor Steubenville, having to wear the taint and stain of a few bent on violation.
Where are you, gentlemen Steubenville boys?
You boys to men that see girls to women as the God-breathed precious gifts that they are.
You’re the ones who still hold a door for a girl, not because she is unable, but because you have chosen to honor the girl.
You’re the ones who keep your eyes and hands from wandering in lustful places because you have chosen to honor the girl.
You’re the ones who value God’s brilliance in fashioning a female person in the first place. He could have stopped with Adam.
I know you are there. Step into the light so that the world can see you.
Let Steubenville be known for its gentlemen.
It is not too late for redemption.
Not even for the Steubenville boys.
It is not too late to bestow honor on the girl.