Perhaps the most appropriate way to begin this column today is with this incredibly famous and relevant saying from William Shakespeare: “The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.”
Like many of my lessons, sermons, and articles that are read in this column, the idea or inspiration to write them come through conversations that I have had with people.
If I told you that the recent incidences involving the slayings of two African-American men in Brunswick, Georgia and Minneapolis, Minnesota, respectively, did not have a bearing on why I thought it necessary to write this article today, I would not be truthful.
This article that I am presenting to you came from a conversation that my best friend and I had not long ago.
At the time of this writing, COVID-19 victims have drastically grown in an alarming and even exponentially way to seventy-four and counting in Dillon County.
Hopefully, one day real soon, we will come to the end of this COVID-19 crisis. We will be able to look back on it with much relief that it has passed along with the grief and regret, as well as the awful loss and agony it released upon us.
Today, I want to take you back to the early sixties and to a much simpler time when there was no COVID-19.
There is a question or statement that is being echoed by many who, like all of us, are being affected by the onslaught and siege of the coronavirus.
Whether we want to believe it or not, we are at war with an invisible and insidious enemy that has unleashed fear and panic on many.
In my column today, I am going to follow-up on what I shared on last week, due to the fact that we are engaged in a war with an invisible enemy in the form of this plague called the coronavirus.