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Land of the lost and missing

Somewhere out there, possibly in the fourth and invisible dimension, is a country with an unknown location. None of us will ever be able to go there. We are not sure, but we think it isn’t populated by humans.

But we know that in this strange country are the answers to many questions we have and have had.

For example, “Where are my car keys?” On occasion, a set of car keys disappears, and although a thorough search is carried out by the owner of the keys and every available person, the keys will never be found.

You may think that’s impossible. But it is not. Because this and other similar disappearances

Critical mass not difficult to achieve

Critical mass not difficult to achieve

Dear Editor,

In the 1990s, I stumbled across the statement below. In our country today, it seems to fit now more than ever.

“‘Critical mass’ is not that difficult to achieve. It is not nearly as high a number as most people think.

Still hip at age 95

When I was 10 years old, I discovered a strange and wonderful thing about my mother: She was a guitar player.

I found out about it when my dad bought her a Gibson electric guitar and a little Fender amplifier for Christmas in 1963. She hadn’t had a guitar since she was a teenager, I think, which explains how I didn’t realize she had this rare talent.

But it was only a couple of months later that The Beatles made their first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show, and suddenly, my mom was the hippest mother in the neighborhood. Everybody in Clemson wanted

Surrendering our will is not an option

I was asked recently if being born again was the same thing as believing in God. I felt I needed to give a more thorough answer than just a simple yes.

It might sound strange, but it’s true that Christians do believe that God is real, and yet there are others who believe in God who are not born again. I realize this seems confusing, and how can this be? Well, the devil believes that God is real, but he does not love or serve Him. So we can see there is a big difference between just believing and being spiritually transformed and embracing Christ as the Lord of our life.

There is more to salvation than just acknowledging there is a God. It has everything to do with knowing

Name changes a sure sign of tipping point?

I was somewhat stunned when I heard last Friday that Clemson University’s trustees had just decided to abandon their stubborn reluctance to taking “Pitchfork” Ben Tillman’s name off the most prominent building on campus.

This is a sure sign that we have reached some kind of a tipping point in race relations as a nation.

The issue had been a thorn in the trustees’ side ever since groups of students, many of them African-Americans, began raising the obvious point that it seemed wrong to have the landmark of an institution dedicated to 21st-century values named after an avowed advocate of lynching of black South Carolinians.

I admit, my first reaction when people began to call for the name change a few years ago was that it just wouldn’t seem right for that

You have the right to catch coronavirus

How do you sanitize a bowling ball? There is no implied criticism in asking this question. I’m just asking because there is a sincere need here to understand.

I don’t bowl. My husband used to and was on a championship bowling team at one time in his life. But that was then. As Grandmama used to ask my brother, “If Vince Nelson jumps off the roof of a building, does that mean you have to do it, too?”

It’s possible to have drive-in church services, but if drive-in bowling is available, it hasn’t come to my ears.

Coronavirus has not gone away, and although there is ample

And I know He watches me

I was working out in the yard the other day and a tiny sparrow landed on the ground just a few feet from me. I watched as it moved its head around and then flew off with lightning speed.

I was reminded of the passage in Matthew chapter 10 that states that God keeps His eye on every sparrow and how He watches us even more closely. What a comfort to know that wherever we are or what experiences we are going through, our loving Heavenly

Courier Letters to the Editor 6-17-20

Give them a gift greater than money

Dear Editor,

A number of years ago I heard about a prison with 1,500 inmates that told them for Mother’s Day they would give them a card to send their mothers. All they had to do was give them their names and they’d buy one and mail it for them free. The demand was so great that they had to reorder. The cards were sent, and Mother’s Day was a success.

The next month was Father’s Day, and the same offer was made. Not one request for a card.

Men who have children need to take time to be with their child or children. No guarantee they’ll

He should have been in the circus

When my Uncle Jack was a very little boy, he’d get out of bed very early in the morning and toddle barefoot out to the stables, carrying his bottle with him.

Once there, he’d grip the nipple of his bottle between his teeth and crawl up Queen’s foreleg until he could grab her mane and pull himself up onto her back.

He was a wizard with animals and completely fearless.

Queen was Granddaddy’s special pet. She competed on the racetrack in sulky racing. A sulky is a two-wheeled, one-seat lightweight cart, and Queen won a lot of races.

Racehorse though she was, she was amazingly gentle and patient with Uncle Jack. He was a towhead with curls so light they looked white. Although he looked

The way forward

First, I’d like to thank all of you who have been praying for my wife, Kathy, as she has been struggling with the aftermath of a near-fatal bout of sepsis, with other complications. She’s getting better but still has a lot to deal with, so if you’re inclined, please continue to pray.

I’m going to be taking some time off from writing a regular weekly column, but I felt compelled to weigh in on the controversy that has stirred protests across the country recently.

I don’t think it’s possible to really know what it feels like to be a black man in a nation dominated by white people — unless you are a black man in such a nation, as America is.

But I’ve come closer, perhaps, than most to getting a taste of what it must be like.

For a time in the late 1970s, I was the only white guy in an