The Daily Paine

Candlelight

After writing the little piece about “Ghost Riders” I read a little about Stan Jones. He wrote over 200 songs of which over a 100 were published. His work was actually with the Forest Service and he lived in Death Valley for a time. He and his wife would sit in the evening, watching the sun go down, with a cup of coffee. That was one of their traditional routines. Jones died of cancer at the age of 49.
Part of one of his songs was taken for his epitaph. The song was “Resurrectus,” sung by the Sons of the Pioneers and the vocal solo by Ken “Fesus” Curtis (there’s another story).

“I’ll see him in the sunrise
And just as day is done.
No more to walk in darkness
For I know now my cares are none.”

No matter what anyone says, we live in a darkened world. No matter where a person goes, there is some form of darkness. Now, I can hear the religious fanatics begin to cry–“No, no, there is light.” But let’s take another look at the light. John writes that even when the Creator came to the earth as Christ that the darkness did not understand or comprehend it. The Holman version puts it this way, “That light shines in the darkness, yet the darkness did not overcome it.”
So why is there so much evil, so much darkness in the world? Didn’t Jesus overcome the darkness? That is one of the problems with darkness. Those who are in it often prefer very much to stay in the darkness. For in the darkness they are hidden and they think their deeds are hidden. However, once there is even a flicker of light, there is no longer darkness.
Read on in John and it is seen that John the Baptist was to give testimony to the light. That is part of our obligation as Christians as well, to give testimony to the Light of the world. When He is around, darkness must flee.
Yet there is a darkness of the soul that each person faces in their own way. The darkness may bring despair, despondency, and depression. It may come because of a terrific storm that is raging. Whatever the reason for the darkness do not succumb to it. There is light at the end if you only hold on and stay the course. For example, you are on a train, the sun is shining, and then you hit a tunnel. Darkness overwhelms you, but you do not get off the train. You trust the engineer and the train that it will make it through the tunnel. On the other side, you will again enter the light.
One more little thought about the darkness. Perhaps the reason it is there is that you are not in God’s Word. When His Word is shining, there is light for your path. It may not be much but it is enough to let you see along your trail so that you will not stumble or fall. It reminds me of the old Sunday School song, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…”
Do your part to give testimony to the true Light and make sure that your lamp is lit. In this world of darkness you will continue to find sure footing and that the Light is indeed shining.

Ira Paine

“Your word is a lamp for my feet and a light on my path.”
–Psalm 119:105 (HCSB)

Echoes from the Campfire

“Art comes from the man, not the material. The man of mastery, of genius, not only meets but exceeds the standards of excellence; he sets higher standards, opens new ground, and that man is an artist be he writer, painter, grave digger, bull-fighter, or bronc rider.”      –William Crawford (The Bronc Rider)

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.”      –Colossians 3:23-24 (NIV)

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Spurs

“Ahhh, that’s good coffee this morning; just needs a piece of pie to go with it.”
“That’s all you think about is pie!” exclaimed Molly, I hoped jokingly.
I had just finished a wonderful breakfast of biscuits ‘n’ gravy with an egg on top, and relished a piece of pie to sort of settle everything down. It was nice to have Molly sitting beside me for breakfast. She worked in the kitchen so hard along with Greta and Hannah. They both had their chickens and egg business back together.
“Why the glum look?” she asked.
I guess my mind sorta drifted to our little shack, and then her working here all the time. The shack had a fireplace, a table, and a pallet on the floor. I don’t get paid being a marshal unless the man I bring in has a bounty. Wells Fargo paid fairly well, and it was steady. “Nothing.” I replied.
“Don’t give me that Miles. What are you thinking?”
“Sure haven’t given you much.”
Then he saw me sitting there, and walked over to the table. “Mornin’ Forrest,” he said.
“Sit down, and pour yourself a cup. What’s on yur mind, Johnson?”
He poured a cup of coffee and pulled out a chair and sat down. “First gold of the year is being sent to Denver. They want you to ride with it to the mint.”
“Denver!” she exclaimed. “I wanna go!”
“Wow!” said Johnson. “You’re a lucky man. Thousands of dollars worth of gold and a gal like Molly by your side.”
“That’s enough.” With that bounty on my head I didn’t relish taking Molly out; a shot could miss me and hit her.
“Miles,” she purred. “I’ve been wanting to go to Denver. I need to get some things for the eatery.”
“I took you to Santa Fe,” I remarked and immediately knew I should have kept my mouth shut.
“If I don’t go with you to Denver, well, then, no more pie for you.”
“I’m a lawman, and that’s either bribery or extortion.” I paused and looked at Johnson. “And what are you smirkin’ at?”
“Yes, indeed it is. When do we leave?”
Johnson quipped in, “The train will pull out in the morning.” He finished his coffee and stood up. “Hope you have a nice time Mrs. Forrest,” and he left with a chuckle.
“Miles, it’ll be fun. I need to look for some things for the eatery, and Hannah and Greta can take care of the place. You could check with Dave concerning the wanted posters.”
I reckon I could take care of her better with her with me and staying here in Durango.
“Better go pack yur grip.”
“Yeah,” she stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek, right there in public.
I refilled my cup and she hadn’t been gone five minutes when a stranger walked up. I had taken up the habit of holding my cup in my left hand. “Here we go again,” I thought.
“This you?” he asked and put the poster down in front of me.
I set the cup down and fingered the paper but never losing contact with his eyes. My right hand was on the butt of my gun.
He looked around and about that time Molly came back from the kitchen with a piece of pie. She stopped when she saw the man standing there. “Would you two go outside. Goodness Miles, I’m getting tired of cleaning blood off the floor from everyone you shoot.” She came over and put the pie down in front of me, and then stood between me and the stranger.
“Molly, move.”
She turned and looked at him. “Outside. You can die just as easy out there.”
He kinda looked at her, and then he laughed. “I’m not after him ma’am. I just came to give him a warnin’. There was a couple of jaspers braggin’ in the saloon how they were goin’ to be makin’ some money.”

Echoes from the Campfire

stars

“Twilight fell. The stars came out white and clear. Night cloaked the valley with dark shadows and the hills with its obscurity. The blue vault overhead deepened and darkened. The hunter patrolled his beat, and hours were moments to him. He heard the low hum of insects, the murmur of running water, the rustle of the wind. A coyote cut the keen air with high-keyed, staccato cry. The owls hooted, with dismal and weird plaint, one to the other. Then a wolf mourned. But these sounds only accentuated the loneliness and wildness of the silent night.”      –Zane Grey (The Mysterious Rider)

“But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.”      –Luke 5:16 (NIV)