Lukobe is getting married on Sunday. Lukobe and I have been friends since we were little kids, so I’d appreciate it if readers would give him their best wishes and and keep him in their thoughts and prayers. He’s a good, hard working, responsible guy with a hell of an intellect, and the bride to be is a good woman from the Inland West (much better than a native Seattlite, IMO).
One of the biggest failures of our society is its utter lack of appreciation for the favor we’re all getting when good men marry. Men may gain some in marriage, but their sacrifices are at least as great. It may be a reward in and of itself for men to sacrifice, which is one of the most lofty traits of masculinity, but we would be lower than beasts in the field if we didn’t recognize, reward and defend those who do so.
Sometimes, I think it is truly a miracle that men still take on these responsibilities, despite the thankless treatment they receive. In fact, it reinforces my own belief, because I can’t see it in any context other than martyrdom.
Therefore, I think it’s incumbent on all of us to give thanks for the men who take on this burden, with all its sorrow and joy, and for us to act as witnesses and guardians of the sacred vows. Of course, I leave it to my readers how they honor my friend’s marriage (if they choose to do so), but as for myself, I pledge to stand as a sentinel and witness, and never to waver in my defense of his sacred vows.