Echoes From the Campfire

I’d fear a brave man less than a coward.  The coward has no scruples.”
              –Louis L’Amour  (How the West Was Won)

    “But the cowardly, unbelieving, abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.”
              –Revelation 21:8 (NKJV)
Tighten your cinch and hang on tight–Powder River let ‘er Buck!!  Here I wakened this morning to see no election.  I did look at a map and observed that if the President wins the states in which he is ahead, he will win the election.  This is no time to celebrate, but time to keep praying.
    As I am writing this, I’m looking at one of my favorite cups.  It is one I used to keep on my desk at school.  There is a saying on the front:  “Neither drought, nor rain, nor blizzard disturbs the joy-juice in this ol’ gizzard!”  Add to that any other type of storm, plus Presidential elections.  This ol’ gizzard is goin’ to stay cool, calm, and collected.
    The other day, in one of the Echoes, I used a phrase from an old song.  I thought with the elections and the commotion, and the soon-coming chaos that I would use the whole song this morning.  One thing I believe that many Christians are forgetting is that we are just pilgrims here on earth.  We’re just passing through.  It seems that some are wanting to settle down and become part of the world.  It would be good for those people to go back and read Matthew 24.

         I’m pressing on through this world of care
         Nobody knows what a load I bear
         But for my Lord I will bravely stand
         And I know my Lord’s gonna lead me out of this pilgrim land.

         He hears my prayers, for me intercedes,
         And He’s a friend everybody needs.
         He lifted me from the sinking sand,
         And I know my Lord’s gonna lead me out of this pilgrim land.

         I’m gonna rest on the gospel way,
         Just long enough to kneel and pray,
         I’m gonna cling to His precious hand,
         And I know my Lord’s gonna lead me out of this pilgrim land.

              I know my Lord’s gonna lead me out,
              I know my Lord’s gonna lead me out,
              I’m gonna pray and do the best I can,
              And I know my Lord’s gonna lead me out of this pilgrim land.
                       –Albert E. Brumley

    We all carry loads, and we are all concerned about the results of the election.  A person’s life may be at stake, and the life of this nation is at stake as well.  No matter the results we keep pressing onward and upward.  If we rest on the way it should be for a time of prayer; prayer for strength to continue and to keep ourselves from the onslaught of the world.  The old-timers used to say, “keep prayed up.”  Are you ready should the Master come today?  Rest in assurance if you are that the Lord will lead you out of this wearisome, pilgrim land.