Roger Bothwell | Wells Fargo
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Wells Fargo

When I think of Wells Fargo, I think of stage coaches rocking and bouncing their way over dusty roads only to arrive in town with pretty ladies getting out without a hair out of place nor having a speck of dust on their flowing dresses.  I think of horsemen with handkerchiefs over their faces robbing the stage and taking the strong box.  On a lighter note I think of a song from the musical “The Music Man”.  “Oh, the Wells Fargo wagon is a’coming down the street.  Oh, please let it be for me.” But now a new picture comes to mind.  It seems that Well Fargo has become the robber.  Alas, another childhood image dashed.   Don’t get me started on Columbus.
 
Psalm 146:3 wisely says, “Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.”  I can promise you the only person never to let you down, never to be dashed to pieces by revelations of immorality, never to be sullied with tales of misconduct is Jesus.  Guilt by association is the worst thing they could say about Him.  He did run around with an unsavory lot.  He would even have had dinner with you and me.  How about that?  It seems that God has no taste in people.  He loves all of us. 
 
Read the following from Hebrews 4:15 and be amazed. “For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are–yet he did not sin.”  When He says, “Trust me” we really can.