I must say that I am not an avid follower of the writings of the Rev. Dr. Nelson Price, but his column in Sunday’s MDJ (“Wake up, America. Connect the dots”) was the best I’ve ever read on the subject he addresses.
I am 83 years old and grew up in the midst of the Great Depression — one of six children of a sharecrop farmer in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri. We didn’t have very much, but what we had we shared with each other so we could all survive. We were a multi-denominational community — Catholic, Lutheran and Baptist, among others — but we had learned to live together, in spite of our religious differences.
On Sunday, every family went to the church, and after the services were over, we mingled together to learn what was going on in our community. If anyone needed help, the ministers of all the churches called upon their congregations to step up and help. They always did, and we all survived.
Over the years, I have watched that spirit of community wither and die. I not only watched it, I lived it. I am now a strong believer that most of the problems that exist in our current society are a result of what is not being said from the pulpits of our churches. We not only need to connect the dots, someone needs to begin to call a spade a spade, and the ministers of our churches are the only ones who have the power do that.
Congrats to Nelson Price.