A tall figure arrives, standing in the doorway of our battered fortress. A providential messenger from the blue skies of the divine. In one hand he holds the golden compass of morality, in the other the gleaming sword of truth. He inspects the ramparts while facing the fiery winds of Satan’s breath with a smile. He gathers up the scattered fodder left by corrupted institutions and fashions them into a monument of hope. He was a grand mirror for the lost, to see their own reflections for the first time, and asked, do you like what you see. His soul is taller than his shadow, eclipsing tyrants and false prophets. He was an American Knight of the highest order, yet at the dawn of his righteous journey he was struck down by the soulless malice of those who are of the world. We must now take the blazing hot torch from his cold hand and carry it into the future with resolve, lighting our way through the darkness. The man we know as Charlie, was a great leader of men the likes of whom we will not see again for five hundred years. We hope to see you again soon in the Kingdom of Heaven, and in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ. You will be missed and never forgotten dear friend. 

By M@AmericaNook