Echoes From the Campfire

He [God] gets the last crack at them.  Some day they all got to stand there in front of that gate and let Him pass judgment.”
              –Elmer Kelton  (Captain’s Rangers)

    “The sea gave up the dead who were in it, and Death and Hades delivered up the dead who were in them.  And they were judged, each one according to his works.”
              –Revelation 20:13(NKJV)
There has definitely been a difference in response from the people in the election of 2016 and 2020.  Why weren’t there the riots by the right, the conservatives?  The left has little moral ground, therefore, what else can they do but show out their exasperations.  There is no hope in their ideas so what is left them?
    Now, what do we do?  Right now we let the lawyers and the courts, and yes, even the politicians fight it out.  My mercy, wouldn’t the liberal-left have a fit if the election was found to be in favor of President Trump.  But, what do you do in the meantime?  What is our responsibility?  
    The words of a song, which I thought was just a Sunday School chorus, came to my mind.  It was written back in the early 19th-century by Elizabeth K. Mills.  

         “O land of rest, for thee I sigh!
          When will the moment come
          When I shall lay my armor by
          And dwell in peace at home?”

I have thought, perhaps you have as well, oh, let’s get back to normal.  We might sigh, just as the composer said, when will the time come?  When can I relax and rest and dwell at peace?  Ah, but we must “put on the armor” and not take it off until that time when Jesus comes to take us home.

         “No tranquil joys on earth I know,
          No peaceful, shelt’ring dome;
          This world’s a wilderness of woe,
          This world is not my home.”

There is a fleeting joy, a fleeting happiness, but not one that is deep in the soul unless you know the Lord.  This world, read the news (even social media) and you quickly see that this world is one of woe.  Christians, you best wake us and realize that this world is not your home.

         “To Jesus Christ I fled for rest;
          He bade me cease to roam,
          And lean for comfort on His breast
          Till He conduct me home.”

Rest is only to be found in Jesus.  People cry for peace, they even riot for peace (think of that), but true peace only comes through the Son of God, Jesus Christ.  Search for a substitute and quickly you will find that there is none.  Until He comes for us, we lean upon Him.

         “I sought at once my Savior’s side;
          No more my steps shall roam;
          With Him I’ll brave death’s chilling tide
          And reach my heav’nly home.”

What’s going to happen now?  Oh, woe is me, where are you Lord?  My friend, rest, lean upon Him.  When the time is right He call us home, whether by rapture or by the grave.  But back to the early question, what do we do now?  The liberals, the crazies have won the election, what, oh what, shall we do?  The chorus of this old song has the answer.

                   “We’ll work till Jesus comes,
                    We’ll work till Jesus comes,
                    We’ll work till Jesus comes,
                    And we’ll be gathered home.”

No, not just a little Sunday School chorus that the kids can sing to make them happy.  Hmmm, perhaps the reason it is no longer sung is that we are too busy hopping and jumping wanting to be entertained.  Perhaps it is because there are fewer who will work.