Coffee Percs

He walked over to the forge where he had a coffeepot.  ‘Grab yourself a cup,’ he implored as he picked up the pot bringing it to a little table he had in the corner.  I didn’t hesitate; I took a cup off the shelf, looked inside to make sure there weren’t any spiders or other…

Echoes From the Campfire

Twilight fell.  The stars came out white and clear.  Night cloaked the valley with dark shadows and the hills with its obscurity.  The blue vault overhead deepened and darkened.  The hunter patrolled his beat, and hours were moments to him.  He heard the low hum of the insects, the murmur of running water, the rustle…

Echoes From the Campfire

What turned good men into monsters?”              –C.J. Petit  (Doc Holt)     “But these speak evil of whatever they do not know; and whatever they know naturally, like brute beasts, in these things they corrupt themselves.”              –Jude 10 (NKJV)————————Last Sunday I heard an excellent doctrinal message preached about prayer.  It was part of a series on prayer that the…

Echoes From the Campfire

When I’m in Rattlesnake Gulch I don’t aim to pick posies too unobservant.”              –William MacLeod Raine  (Crooked Trails and Straight)     “Lest Satan should take advantage of us; for we are not ignorant of his devices.”              –2 Corinthians 2:11 (NKJV)————————I remember, way back a long time ago, when we visited relatives in South Carolina.  I was a young…