My mother-in-law grew up in Greensboro in the early 1900s. On Sundays her parents forbade her from playing games and attending picture shows.
In the early 1960s on an episode of “The Andy Griffith Show,” a businessman was passing through Mayberry on a Sunday when his car broke down. Gomer and Wally refused to repair his car on Sunday even though the businessman offered them whatever money they charged.
Today the pendulum of Sunday reverence has swung in the opposite direction. It seems that most businesses that were once closed on Sundays are now open. Chick-fil-A is one of a few that are closed, mostly for religious reasons.
Your April 16 news article “Sunday hunting up for debate” reported that there is now pending in our legislature a bill to allow hunting on Sundays on private property. How long will it be before Sunday and Saturday become indistinguishable?
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Will Rogers said that “whoever wrote the Ten Commandments made ’em short. They may not always be kept but they can be understood.” Only the Fourth Commandment begins with the word “remember.”
How much longer will it be before it is totally forgotten?
DeLyle M. Evans