On Sunday November 25th God got a lasso around one of Montana’s finest and called him home.  Father, grandfather, uncle, friend, no matter what you called him, Karl Ohs was a Montanan’s Montanan. Honest as the day was long, with every word as good as gold.  It’s been said that if a man makes a fist you can tell the size of his heart.  If that’s the case, then Karl’s heart must have been the size of a cattleman’s dinner plate. You didn’t need to look at his fist though to know that Karl’s heart was pure and genuine.  His actions spoke more volume then words ever could.  And he didn’t seem to need a lot of words to get done what needed to get done. I was lucky enough to “marry” into a part of Karl’s life when I got to marry his niece Lisa.  What always struck me about Karl was, no matter how busy he was, he always genuinely gave me his best whenever I was fortunate enough to be around him.  Whether he was helping to guide the state of Montana as Lt. Governor, as a representative, or as a rancher he always seemed to have time for his fellow man.  Most important of all was that Karl knew where he stood before God.  A follower of Jesus, in true Montana style, he wasn’t afraid to let people know where he stood as a believer.  He faced the last days in his battle with brain cancer knowing that in God’s economy he had always been meant for eternity and not for time.  So look up Montana.... and you will see that Karl is with the angels praising God. Picture Karl, standing in the presence of God, singing like a cowboy around a campfire on a moonlight night, thinking about how to increase the yield of calves from the cattle that God has on a thousand hills and saying’ “Lord, Heaven really does looks like my home state of Montana”.