Letters to the Editor
Bicyclist’s behavior calls for writer’s response
My wife recently had a troubling encounter with a cyclist at the four-way stop where Rhododendron intersects Laurel Circle Drive. She arrived at the stop signs before the bicycle, giving her the legal right of way, so she pulled into the intersection after a full stop.
The cyclist ran the stop sign at full downhill speed and yelled, “Share the road, (expletive).”
I’m a great believer in sharing the road with bicycles, even used to have the bumper sticker. Before I blew out my knees, I was an avid cyclist who completed several cross-state rides, and I’m thrilled that Black Mountain is studying ways to accommodate cyclists.
But in North Carolina, bicycles have the same rights and responsibilities as a motor vehicle. That includes obeying all traffic signs and signals.
Blatant disregard of the rules of the road and rude behavior only make life more difficult for other riders.
The irony of Montreat and Martin Luther King
I am proud Montreat is celebrating Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s speech, but I would be astounded if Dr. King came back after 50 years and actually thought there was a change.
When I visit Montreat, there are very few African Americans or Hispanics, if you exclude the workers.
There is no doubt that Montreat is a beautiful place, but it is void of any color.
I find it odd, because Montreat hosts a concentration of some of the most influential people musically, socially, academically and spiritually speaking.
However, what happened to the “beautiful symphony of brotherhood” that was proclaimed by Dr. King?
How can a place still exist where everyone looks almost identical?
In such a place the music is bland and metallic at best.
Here is praying that Montreat will one day become a beautiful symphony of color.
I pray it is soon.
Rev. Weston Hall
Tournament tale points toward larger truth
Jordan Spieth’s victory in the U.S. Open Golf Tournament captures today’s headlines in this world’s scheme of values. Yet, for me, the Jason Day story is more significant and compelling.
Though he was in contention for the lead, he was overcome several times during his play with attacks of vertigo. They disrupted his sense of balance, as well as his eye control, two necessities for hitting good shots.
Consequently, he was not able to stay in contention. Yet, he never gave up and quit, due in no small measure to the continuing support and encouragement of his caddie.
Reminds me of another competitor, not in the game of golf, but in the game of life. His name was/is Jesus. He faced seemingly insurmountable obstacles during his “play” and, finally, a cruel, hopeless death and defeat. Yet, his Father (and ours) never game up on Him. As a consequence, he came forth as a “victor” in a far deeper and more lasting sense than any or all of our lesser victories in this world’s scheme of values.