Echoes From the Campfire

Change is inevitable. It’s a part of life. Just like with the seasons. One summer is not like the one before it.”

                    –Brad Dennison  (Wandering Man)

       “My son, fear the Lord and the king; Do not associate with those given to change.”
                    –Proverbs 24:21 (NKJV)
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I want to consider, contemplate, even meditate if you will on the following Scriptures taken from Ecclesiastes, chapter 1.

          9 — That which has been is what will be, That which is done is what will be done.  And there is nothing new under the sun.
         10 — Is there anything of which it may be said, “See, this is new”?  It has already been in ancient times before us.
         11 — There is no remembrance of former things, Nor will there be any remembrance of things That are to come By those who will come after.  (NKJV)

I want to point out verse 10 from the NLT:  “What can you point to that is new?  How do you know it didn’t already exist long ago?”
       What a minute–aren’t there new inventions and technology all the time?  Before you continue along that line, don’t miss the bigger picture.  Life, suffering, sorrow, love, and death.  Man wants the answers, man wants something new.  Give me more, more, more.  He’ll buy the newest, most up-to-date gadget just to have something new.  However, in reality, the world provides nothing new.  Maybe that is why man often gets in the woe-is-me syndrome.  
       The knowledge has always been there, but man just has not accessed it yet.  Look at the idea of Da Vinci.  He thought of submarines, helicopters, cannons, and other things, but they could not be used because of the lack of the knowledge of what materials they took and the lack of the technological knowledge needed.  Oh, it was there, it was eventually found–but it was hidden.  Nothing new, just hidden.
       Man, since the time of Adam, wants to be his own god.  He wants to make his own decisions, determine his own fate, but in the end, just like everyone who has gone before him, he is laid in a box and covered with dirt.  He hasn’t become immortal in the sense that he desired.  He hasn’t truly become the master of his fate, because there he is–dead as a doornail, lying in the ground.  He has searched, he has strived, he has worked his fingers to the bone, but he never has found the answers, and he has never truly been satisfied with his achievements.  More, more, more, I need more.  Augustine said, “Thou hast made us for Thyself and our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee.”
       We think things are new.  Man has to find some kind of “new” activity and pursuits.  Faster, higher, stronger, something to “wow” the crowd.  But the desire hasn’t changed.  The stoic Roman emperor, Marcu Aurelius, wrote, “They that come after us will see nothing new, and they who went before us saw nothing more than we have seen.”  Listen, the face of nature changes, the handiwork of man changes, historical characters come and go from the scene, science even changes though we are told to trust it.  How can something be trusted that is always changing?
       Let me give you four things that abide:
               1)  features of human life:  labor, sorrow, care, death, struggle, love….
               2)  typical human characteristics:  false, cruel, ambitious, generous, devout….
               3)  spiritual element:  questions of life, purpose, eternity….
               4)  the truth of Jesus Christ.

               “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.”  –Hebrews 13:8 (NKJV)

As the words of the old song say, “Hold to God’s unchanging hand…”  Trust in the Lord and live by His Word–they are never changing.  They are secure, safe, and dependable.  They will hold you through the changing situations of life, through the storms, and help you answer those great questions of life.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Through all of this, some things lived on. The love of family, a desire to be free, the choice of belief, and the love of the land.”

                    –Bobby Cavazos  (The Cowboy From the Wild Horse Desert)
 
       “We love Him because He first loved us.”
                   –1 John 4:19 (NKJV)
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Several years back, Tom T. Hall wrote a song titled “I Love.”  It was very simple and one of the verses went like this,

               “I love honest open smiles,
                     Kisses from a child,
                Tomatoes on a vine,
                     And onions.”

He even threw in one phrase that he loved “coffee in a cup.”  How about that?  Simple things to love.  
       Through the years there have been multiple thousand poems and songs about love.  Perhaps you recall the sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

               “How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.
               I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
               My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
               For the ends of being and ideal grace…”

Love, something we all wish we had.  Love, something that is truly mysterious.  Love, a term we throw around.  There’s first love, puppy love, romantic love, and steadfast love.  Love of people, places, and things.  Love of a friend, love of a family member, but love for an enemy; well, that’s just taking love too far.
       A woman says to her husband, “I love you,” which makes him smile and if he’s not dead, the heart to flutter.  Then the next day they are out shopping and she holds up a pair of shoes and utters, “I just love these shoes.”  Hmmm…  Is she comparing her husband to a pair of shoes?  I remember walking down a school hallway one day years ago when an individual walked by and said, “Love you, brother.”  I stopped to watch him continue walking and thought, “Love?  He doesn’t even know my name, how can he say he loves me?”  Now, I know that God can put in our hearts the love for others, and we should pray for that love, but sometimes there are folks out there that are hard to love.
       Back to Tom T. Hall’s song–what do I love?  I love Annie’s pie; I love coffee; I love a trout on the end of a line in a high mountain lake; I love watching the kids unwrap presents; I love the taste of a good, tender, juicy steak; I love the aroma of baking bread; I love the sound of the crack of a bat hitting a baseball; I love when a person succeeds, and I could go on.  But isn’t that all superficial love?
       Jesus loved us while we were yet sinners.  He gave His life for us undeserving as we were.  To answer Browning, nothing can “separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”  “Neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing…”  None of those things can separate us from the gracious love of God.
       When I think of love, I think of my wife and family, then I think of the chorus of that grand hymn,

               “O love of God, how rich and pure!
                     How measureless and strong!
                It shall forevermore endure–
                     The saints’ and angels’ song.”
                               –Frederick M. Lehman

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

The morning rush was over at the diner and I was left with Doc Jones for company at my table.  He was putting the last piece of chocolate pie in his mouth while I got the coffeepot and warmed up our cups.  Marta and Molly were finishing cleaning off the tables from breakfast.  I saw them talking then Molly pointed toward us.  Soon afterward Marta came to join us.  Doc, his mouth full of pie, tried to get up to help her sit, but I managed to beat him to it.
       “Whew, thank you, Senor Miles,” voiced Marta as she sat.  Marta was only working a few shifts as the baby was due in a couple of weeks.  Edith, Doc’s wife, helped out some, and Molly hired a friend of Marta’s from the barrio, Adela Perez.  She was a good worker, and Molly is considering keeping her on after Marta had the baby, at least for a little while. 
That would give Marta a nice break, and maybe Molly could take off once in a while.  Two-Bits hasn’t been ridden in quite a spell, and I’d sure be willing to take Molly for a ride.
       Rubbing her belly, Marta looked over at Doc.  “Two more weeks, right?” she asked, wanting relief.  “Whew,” she moaned again.
       “Two more weeks if not sooner from the looks of things,” Doc replied.  “Let me see your feet.”
       “Doctor!  Not here,” retorted Marta in embarrassment.
       He got up, went around where he could see better.  Marta grudgingly moved to sit sideways in the chair as Doc stooped to examine her feet.  He grunted some, touching her ankles, nodding his head, then got up and went back to where he was sitting.  Both Marta and I stared at him.
       “Well?” inquired Marta.
       “Well, what?” snapped Doc.  “You need to be off those feet.  They’re swollen.  In fact, Miles, pull that chair next to her so she can prop them up.”  
       I did as ordered and Marta let out another sigh after she settled herself.  The diner was empty.  Molly had taken the last of the dishes to the kitchen and I could hear Emelda and Adela talking.  Molly had convinced them to come out and join us for a few minutes.  Emelda seldom ventured from her domain–the kitchen, and Adela was very shy, that’s why Molly was trying to get her out to visit with us.
       We were having a good time, talking about this and that, and of course, Emelda’s cooking which made her blush.  Adela was looking at Marta’s feet propped up, slightly shaking her head.
       “So, you talked with Mateo?” asked Doc out of nowhere.
       I nodded, “Yes.  He is quite confused with his thinking right now.  He has become a good lawman, and for sure his family needs the income.  If he quits I’m not sure what he’ll find to do.  He has agreed to stay on until a suitable deputy can be found by Charlie.”
       “I understand Mateo,” piped in Marta.  “He is the same, but different.  I was worried about Charlie, being shot, not coming home.  Mateo, he, he is worried about some within him,” she paused to look at me.  “Taking of a life is serious, no?”
       Molly and I had been through this same conversation, and I had it many times with myself.  The Lord finally helped me come to a conclusion with myself, I just prayed that Mateo could come to the same conclusion.  But each has to answer to his own conscience and to God.  It was silent for a few seconds, which was unusual at our table.  It was good to have everyone sit down for a change together.  Even in our off times, we were busy serving others that we seldom got to speak with one another.
       The silence was soon broken when in through the door charged Jimmy Hopkins with a telegram in his hand.  He came straight toward me, handing out the piece of paper.  I was already digging in my little coin pouch.  I was in a good mood so I gave him a dime instead of a nickel.  His eyes widened and a big grin launched out on his face.  He turned and ran out faster than he came in.  Probably heading over to Foster’s.
       Molly gave me a little punch.  “What does it say?”
       “Wilcox in Santa Fe needs you  STOP  He will fill you in”  signed Jens Blasco.
       I knew Felix Wilcox.  He was a good man; had good men working for him.  “What does this mean?” questioned Molly.
       I could only shrug…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

People don’t wear out, they give up. And as far as trails go, there’s always an open trail for the mind if you keep the doors open and give it a chance.”

                    –Louis L’Amour  (Bendigo Shafter)
 
       “My times are in Your hand; deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me.  Make Your face shine upon Your servant; save me for Your mercies’ sake.”
                    –Psalm 31:16-16 (NKJV)
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We have gone from the first part of Psalm 77 of God must not care for me, to the next part, WOW!  Look at what God has done.  Today, some would say that Asaph has some kind of syndrome, maybe bi-polar, but the truth of the matter is that he is looking at the reality of life.  Problems seem to overtake us and we wonder where God is, but then we recall His great deeds not only of the ages past, but in our own lives as well.  
       
          13 — Your way, O God, is in the sanctuary; who is so great a God as our God?
          14 — You are the God who does wonders; You have declared Your strength among the peoples.
          15 — You have with Your arm redeemed Your people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph.      Selah
          16 — The waters saw You, O God; the waters saw You, they were afraid; the depths also trembled.
          17 — The clouds poured out water; the skies sent out a sound; Your arrows also flashed about.
          18 — The voice of Your thunder was in the whirlwind; the lightnings lit up the world; the earth trembled and shook.
          19 — Your way was in the sea, Your path in the great waters, and Your footsteps were not known.
          20 — You led Your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.    (NKJV)

       Who can redeem you?  Only God has that power.  A glimpse of the cross is all you need.  There is no solution to the dilemma in your life; it seemingly overwhelms you, but then you remember God and His mighty power.  You may think that your life is a disaster, but then recall that God is leading you.  
       Your “Red Sea”, how can you get across this great obstacle in your life?  There is no way through, the enemy is pouring after you ready to destroy and you have no solution in sight.  F.B. Meyer said, “As the brook hides the footprints which are imprinted on its soft ooze, so are God’s footprints hidden.  We cannot detect his great and wonderful secrets.  He marches through the ages with steps we cannot track.”  With this in mind, we can have confidence that He sees a path where we cannot.
       How do you get through your “Red Sea”?  You take a step and trust in God.  God led His people to the sea, and they became afraid, overwhelmed with fear and terror, yet God knew there was a pathway through the sea.  It is important to remember that He leads through the “sea.”  The waters are all around, but God is there.  He knew the pathway was there before the problem even arrived.  He has constructed a pathway for you through your “sea” of trouble and torment.  Take the step–have faith.

                    “Come unto me, ye wanderers, and I will give you light.
                    O loving voice of Jesus, which comes to cheer the night!
                    Our hearts were filled with sadness, and we had lost our way;
                    But morning brings us gladness, and songs the break of day.”
                              –William Chatterton Dix