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Columns

  • SOUDER: A wake-up call for good men (and women)

    I have a confession to make: I am tired. Specifically, I am tired of lies masquerading as truth. I am tired of darkness being called light. I am tired of supposedly smart people saying incredibly stupid and demonstrably false things and no one calling them out on it. I am tired of the revisionist history that tries to erase the influence that Christianity had on our nation’s founding.

  • Shelby County's most wonderful import from England

    We were maybe 7 years old when we first heard that elegant accent, something so foreign as to be indefinable to our uncultured, tone-deaf ears. All we knew was that this wasn’t the flat twang heard all around Shelby County, which in those days was dead to any sort sound of elsewhere.

    But those of us who hung around Simpsonville soon learned that the words and dialect of a friend’s mother were in fact the King’s English, perfected in the British Isles and brought to America to sing for us on just about any occasion.

  • Our Halloween frocks of froth

    Lesson No. 666,666 that I am becoming a curmudgeon: Halloween costumes.

    Have you been to a costume store this fall looking for the best way to deck out your little ones for the annual Halloween sugarfest?

  • CHARLTON: Is atheism truly what we think it is?

    Who gets to decide when another person is or isn’t an atheist?

    Oprah Winfrey has ignited a bit of controversy over this question in a recent interview with long distance swimmer Diana Nyad. Winfrey interviewed Nyad on Oct. 13 as a part of her Super Soul Sunday. During the interview Nyad remarked that she is an atheist, which sparked an interesting exchange, the highlights of which are as follows:

    Winfrey (in response to Nyad’s statement of being an atheist: “But you’re in awe [of nature].”

  • Filling a gap in our history

    When you visit historic sites – particularly those that dealt with the founding and discovery of our great nation – do you conjure what that place must have been like for the persons who first trod in your footprints? Have you wondered about the hardships they experienced, how they first encountered the vistas you so simply accessed?

  • SOUDER: The folly of campaign promises – and those who believe them

    I ran across the following fictional account some time ago, and though the point it makes can be applied at any time, it seemed especially appropriate now. Here is the story:

    While walking down the street one day, a corrupt senator (sorry for the near redundancy) is tragically hit by a car and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

  • A confession of true colors

    There is a confession that I must scrape from my heart and address publicly for the first time. I do so with temerity and humility, because this is not something you or I like to admit. I ask your acceptance and beg your tolerance, because only recently did I come to understand this blemish on my character.

    I come from a heritage of mixed colors.

    There, I’ve said it, and it wasn’t easy. I don’t even think my parents have realized this, that my history is not as clear as I had grown up believing.

  • CHARLTON: An example that the wrong people get most attention

    Sometimes, it’s what doesn’t make the news that is most newsworthy, and conversely, what makes the news that is the most inconsequential.

    Take, for instance, the amount of attention given to Miley Cyrus. Not that I seek to offer her any more notoriety, but are her exploits really deserving of so much attention? I think not, mostly because that is the intended purpose – to draw attention and keep her in the eye of the media.

  • Reading is right the thing to do

    The author Tracy Gayle uttered some frightening words the other day: Nobody reads anymore, she said. They have their phones in front of them. She is in position to see this literary loss far more clearly than most of us: She teaches kids to read for her living and tries to sell the novels she writes for her soul.

    As reality-pounding as that assessment was, it was only the last of a series of jackhammers that have cracked my soul in recent days.

  • SOUDER: A trip to the farm and the ‘good old days’

    On an early October day a few years ago, my wife and I loaded the kids up in the old front- wheel-drive sleigh and headed to the country for what we hoped might be the start of a long-standing, old-fashioned family tradition – picking apples.