Letters

We have lost control over America. We have lived life our own way and planted our butts in front of screens of various sizes for so long that we have numbed ourselves to the fact that we are losing our rights as Christians.
People who hate us because we believe in Jesus are taking over.
But we sit in front of “Farmville” [online] and text screens and “Twilight” books and movies, and pretend that there is peace, when there is none.
Where are our morals? Where is our fight? Where is the great revival?

I was born and raised in North Carolina. In 1973 I moved to Cincinnati, Ohio, and traveled back and forward to visit family.
For many years I passed Exit 14 of Interstate 77, not knowing what I was missing.
Last year, I became a Memphis Barbecue Network judge and had the opportunity to go to Galax to judge the Smoke On the Mountain barbecue contest.
Last year’s contest was great, the weather was beautiful, the city was clean and the people that I met were great. It was even better this year. How do you do it?

On June 13 at the Grayson County Rec Park, my 8-year-old son tripped over a root in the woods and fell on a broken bottle.
The glass cut through an artery, tendon and nerve in his right arm.
Most of what happened next is a blur in my mind. By the time I got to my son, someone already had pressure on his wound and 911 was being called.
There is no way I can personally thank all the people that helped us that day. I want everyone to know how appreciative I am of all they did.

I am a rising sophomore at Carroll County High School. I clearly remember the day when I was looking out my classroom window, and saw county workers cutting down trees in the front lawn at Carroll County Intermediate School.
These trees were a part of the scenery at the school, and have been there for decades, and without them the school is incomplete.
Teachers love to take students outside to have class, and now they have nowhere to do that.