by Cowboy Bob Sorensen Go down the short hallway, past the bathroom, through the open door of the bedroom. Look behind the door. You see several things such as mostly unused crutches from my knee surgery, a clothes drying rack, two 3-drawer plastic storage units, and more. On top of a storage unit are a pair of pants, a shirt, and shoes. Unpretentious clothes. Charlene had efficiently laid them out so she could use them when she returned from her surgery. She is not coming back for them. Ever. This is being posted four weeks from the day she passed away. My beloved wife's clothes are waiting in vain for her return Most everyone has heard it said that we are not guaranteed tomorrow. In her case, she did not finish "today," the day of her surgery, when she was stricken. In the midst of my bitter tears, I know that she was a child of the living God. When the angel came to escort her to Jesus, Charlene must have been thrilled to be free of a life that had so much physical an...
by Cowboy Bob Sorensen When Easter is on the way, stores get greedy selling candy, cheap toys, rabbit images, and all sorts of nonsense. (At least we do not have to listen to pusillanimous secular Easter music.) To add to the stress, kids expect gifts because of marketing. Then there are atheists and feral legalistic Christians who promote the lie that Easter is pagan in origin . At least I can hear the birds with springtime songs chirping away while I walk to my car in the pre-dawn cool air, that is a good thing. A picture taken at a big box store of a cuddly Jesus, run through cleanup.pictures That other stuff is grating, but this kind of thing puts a burr under my saddle. Mayhaps someone will say, "Oh, goodie! They're keeping Jesus in Easter!" Not hardly! Who is this guy? Some long-haired white guy in a robe and sandals with a beard that wouldn't antagonize anyone. He's not intimidating. I've got some bad news for you, sunshine. First of all,...