Echoes From the Campfire

This is a young land, its people love freedom, and by and large they are tolerant; but we must not become tolerant of evil, simply because it exists.”
              –Louis L’Amour  (Callaghen)

    “But know this that in the last days perilous times will come:  For men will be lovers of themselves…  And from such people turn away!”
              –2 Timothy 3:1,2,5 (NKJV)
I must be living in the “Twilight Zone” or some bizarre universe.  The 4th of July is now racist?!?  Independence Day is racist, what in the world?  Anything for publicity!  Anything to push through an agenda of hate!  Tear down the statues!  Destroy what is good and erect what is evil!  Folks, things have gotten out of hand.
    It brings me to the campfire.  I remember many times watching it late at night when I’ve already crawled into my bedding.  The flames flickering, the sounds of the night are off in the distance, then all of a sudden the fire is not so bright.  The flames have dwindled down into coals that seem to breathe–bright, then they darken, then brighten again, over and over until there are only a few coals left–the campfire has gone out.
    Reminds me of a song put out by Don Edwards.  No one knows for sure who wrote it; perhaps Eugene Manlove Rhodes or Ben Arnold Connor.  That’s of no matter for it could have been written by any number of people who have lived the life, worked hard, and now are watching the campfire go out.

         “When I think about them good old days my eyes with tears do fill,
          I think of the tin can by the fire and the coyote on the hill,
          I think of riding night guard while the stars were shining bright,
          But now instead the wire fence guards the herd tonight.”

No matter what happens with the outcome of the racist arguments, there has already been much loss.  Protesting?  Nah, hatred and evil, the showing of man’s heart.  You’re seeing the heart of man, for out of the heart comes his actions.  Shame really that so few can get the attention of so many and push through their agenda.  The minority rules, and the majority continues to belly-down and remain quiet.  Hmmm, the campfire has gone out.
    I’d never thought I’d see the day, no, I could not even imagine the day when America would have gone berserk.  The bastion of freedom is wavering and there are those happy to see that, not only in this country but in others.  With the fall of America, torn apart from within, there is then the open door for globalism.  America, the lighthouse that has shone forth the gospel of Jesus Christ around the world is now being darkened by the forces of evil.
    It is a sad song, things will never return to “normal.”  Blame the pandemic, nah, it was only part of the cause.  The blame lies within the heart of the people; people who have chosen evil rather than good.  People who are choosing the lie over the truth.  People who are filled with hate and are living in delusion.

         “Bid ’em all adieu, we can’t turn the world about,
          The cowboy left the country, the campfire has gone out.
          Bid ’em all adieu, we can hear the angels shout,
          ‘Oh here they come to heaven,’ the campfire has gone out.”

    My friend, stay true to God’s word, guard it with your whole heart, and continue to look up for your redemption draweth nigh.