As I am preparing to enter preliminary discussions and negotiations concerning some important business with a few of the trustees of our church and two others who we will be present.
I have grappled with the desire to write the article that you are presently reading for some time now.
Occasionally in my weekly column, I veer from the routine of presenting and giving my honest opinion on issues and matters that I consider relevant to the general well-being of the people of this locale and beyond.
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.