Echoes From the Campfire

A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner, so if one’s life is cold and bare he can blame none but himself.”
                 –Louis L’Amour  (Bendigo Shafter)

    “And if it seem evil unto you to serve the LORD, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell:  but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.”
                 –Joshua 24:15 (KJV)
Call this a POT-pourri of Thoughts, or maybe a Plethora of Ponderin’s, maybe even better yet Miniscule Musings.  Nothing real special today so here are a few things that have floated through my wearisome mind.
    November, great month.  It’s the beginning of the holiday season.  November 11 will start off with a great thanksgiving and gratitude to our veterans.  After that it rolls through the New Year.  All regard a thanksgiving attitude, but November is when we normally think of being thankful.  Now is the time to start counting your blessings, being thankful for them, and showing an attitude of gratefulness to those around you.  You never know what they are going through and you just might be that special light in their day.
I mentioned a while back something of the life of evangelist Sam P. Jones.  I came across some of his sermons.  Here are a couple of great thoughts from one of them.

         [In regard to putting one’s light under a bushel].  “Sometimes it is the bushel of neglect.  Sometimes it is the bushel of willful transgression.  Sometimes it is the bushel of avarice.  And thee are a thousand bushels that will be furnished you at any time you want one to turn down over you light.  And at any moment, if you put a bushel over your light–if your light was burning and you have taken and turned a bushel and put over it–you will find your light is out.  And don’t be foolish enough to think that the man that removed the bushel put your light out.  It was the bushel turned down over it that put the light out.”

         “Good Lord, give us a strong, sinewy, muscular religion!  Not this little, effeminate, weak, sentimental, sickly, singing and begging sort!  My Lord God, give us a religion with vim and muscle and backbone and power and bravery!  A great many people think that Christianity is just a little hot-bed of effeminacy–fellows crying ‘Peace! Peace! Peace!”
It used to be customary for good friends, almost like family, to come over on election night.  We would watch the returns and eat popcorn.  Sometimes if my cousin was living with us he would bring some fried chicken hearts and they would be placed on top the furnace for us to grab from time to time.  But it’s no longer fun.  A person can’t stand to listen to the pundits, that is the media-mouths.  Now, I just watch the returns.  
    A word of warning to Texans.  The urban brand is on the land.  Look at the map.  Texas is primarily rural, yet the control is coming from the large cities.  I don’t know if any have to run to the security shelters at the colleges.  I know if the election had gone with a “blue wave” conservatives wouldn’t have been happy, but they wouldn’t have shrieked and pulled their hair.  They would have gotten up this morning and gone on with their daily chores.  See, there’s more to this than politics!  Figure it out!