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Today's Opinions

  • Magical newsprint turns words into not so great real-life events

    I sometimes think that these few inches of newsprint where my column appears every two weeks have magical powers.

    In the past couple of months, there have been multiple instances where something I have written about right in my column has actually happened.

    Take the July 29, 2010, issue, for example. My column, aptly titled “Thankful for the rain but praying a flood is not in our future,” was written days after Shallotte experienced a several-hour power outage during an afternoon rainstorm.

  • Santa takes eyes off Jesus

    To the editor:

    This year I did not do Christmas. I was the Grinch and Mr. Scrooge combined. I told my family that Santa Claus and buying gifts for one another takes our eyes off Jesus. 

    We should focus on doing things that would make Jesus happy. We could do things as a family to help those in need or join with our church in helping the less fortunate. We could take part in the Christmas plays and caroling and visitations the church does and support civic organizations in raising money for Christmas blessings to others.

  • Publicity helps area charities

    To the editor:

    I am grateful for an opportunity to help concerned citizens understand why charitable organizations publicize the work they do. 

    Brunswick Family Assistance Agency is a private, nonprofit organization established to help low-income families, something the agency has aspired to accomplish week-in and week-out, year-in and year-out, with relatively little fanfare or hoopla since 1981.

  • 88 Keys

    To the editor:

    Although his sight blinded, he saw everything with his heart.

    His passion expressed with his fingertips, music was his art.

    A good host he was, infamous questions he would ask,

    My opinion to him meant everything, and music to him was a tap on an empty glass.

    He had ears of gold, and a soul never to be sold.

    In his heart, he would save the masterpiece, until released.

    The world has never heard these notes he holds,

    His memory contains no crease, no fold.

  • More information about foreclosures

    To the editor:

    On behalf of homeowners in Brunswick County, I would like to thank the Beacon and Rachel Johnson for the articles dedicated in the Beacon last week to the process of foreclosure and its impact on individuals and families.

    In the interest of additional assistance, I would like to add to the information provided, the following:

  • Doesn’t want golf project as planned

    To the editor:

    When it first began, across the street from my home, there was a private golf course and an ultra light plane landing strip on Sundays. There was very little activity—not much traffic. The planes were a little noisy, but everyone enjoyed watching them.

    Then came the First Tee; now the traffic increased at least tenfold or more. Parents come in to drop off and pick up children, going so fast the neighbor had to put speed bumps in to slow them down.

  • Will you sit out or will you dance?

    To the editor:

    Will the New Year be the same as the last? Will you be less than you could be? Do you want to accomplish something meaningful? How? Obey God.

    First, trust and receive Jesus for the forgiveness of your sins for Eternal Life (Rom. 3:25). When we realize we are sinners, we can rely on Jesus who shed blood and righteousness for our redemption. When we do this, God saves us and enters our hearts and life to guide us to become more like Him. What could be more meaningful than this?

  • Common sense is a necessary mix when it comes to technology

     “Merry Christmas,” a holiday text message blinked across my cell phone, “didn’t know if you heard, but [your uncle] has throat and stomach cancer.”

    Ahh, nothing says Merry Christmas like a text message like that.

    Of course, I knew my uncle had cancer; I had found out about it weeks earlier.

    On Facebook.

    A text message was also how I found out a close relative had spent some time—and hopefully a good lesson learned—in jail for being stupid.