The other day, someone read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county and he asked me a question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"

I smiled when I answered him saying, "I DID have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up in south Mississippi. I was drug to church on Sunday mornings and Wednesday nights, and for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults and teachers. I was also drug to the 'woodshed' when I disobeyed my parents or if I had a 'smart-mouth.' I was drug to my room to work on improving my homework and my attitude if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug outside on Saturday mornings to pull weeds in our garden and flower beds."

Those "drugs" are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America might be a better place today.

Can I hear an Amen?