Wrangell Sentinel -

My wife, Dena, and I enjoy walking around town. As we stroll, I can’t help but notice the crocuses are in bloom. The bulbs of these beautiful flowers looked dead when they were buried. At just the right time they rise up in all their glory. With Easter on its way I can’t help but be reminded of Jesus. He was dead because He chose to take my sins upon Himself. He was buried and rose again. So each crocus bloom

is a reminder of God’s love for us.

I like to garden. The worst part of gardening for most folks is pulling weeds. Some weeds are on the surface and they come up easy. Others h...