The Kindling: I Know Him, Because I've Heard His Story
My great-grandfather was the only cowboy I ever knew. He was an actual cowboy, a real pagan one, too, until God rustled him. The cowboy chose the rest of his life to make Christ known in South America. Even in his retirement home he was looking for a friend to discuss theology with. He is the undisputed spiritual patriarch of the Bundy family. He passed when I was a child, so one may say I barely knew him. But my family still tells his stories at barbecues and graduations and