The Daily Paine

Have you ever felt cold?  I mean real cold, where death, if not to person at least extremities is close at hand.  There is the fear of frostbite, and maybe the joints are starting to stiffen.  If warmth is not found soon then death will come.  Perhaps the cold comes from deep inside.  The heart is cold, the spirit is dead.  It makes me recall the song by Johnson Oatman, Jr.:

          “Once a sinner far from Jesus, I was perishing with cold,
           But the blessed Savior heard me when I cried;
           Then He threw His robe around me, and He led me to His fold,
           And I’m living on the hallelujah side.”

The bait is out there.  There is the lure of the world; its promise of wealth, of luxuries, of dreams.  The lure is bright and dazzling and hard to ignore.  Don’t succumb to the promises of the world, for they are but gilded dreams.  Look instead to the glow of heaven.

          “Tho’ the world may sweep around me with her dazzle and her dreams,
           Yet I envy not her vanities and pride,
           For my soul looks up to heaven where the golden sunlight gleams,
           And I’m living on the hallelujah side.”

Where is your delight?  Is it in your dreams?  Is it in your goals?  Or have you turned those over to Jesus to fully seek His kingdom?  Remember, where your treasure is there will also be your heart.  Seeking the things of this earth is only temporary; it is vital to make decisions and live this life with eternity in view.

           “Not for all earth’s golden millions would I leave this precious place,
            Tho’ the tempter to persuade me oft has tried,
            For I’m safe in God’s pavilion, happy in His love and grace,
            And I’m living on the hallelujah side.

            Here the sun is always shining, here the sky is always bright;
            ‘Tis no place for gloomy Christians to abide,
            For my soul is filled with music and my heart with great delight,
            And I’m living on the hallelujah side.”

Life can come at us with tremendous force and destruction.  The storms may rage against us and even in our soul.  How we deal with those depends much on how we look toward eternity and to the Lord.  If we are not careful, this world can get into the depths of our souls and we have a life that is void and unhappy.  But if we keep our soul refreshed by the Holy Spirit we can truly, even when the storms assail, live on the hallelujah side.

           “And upon the streets of glory, when we reach the other shore,
            And have safely crossed the Jordan’s rolling tide,
            You will find me shouting ‘Glory” just outside my mansion door,
            Where I’m living on the hallelujah side.

                      Oh, glory be to Jesus, let the hallelujahs roll;
                      Help me ring the Savior’s praises far and wide,
                      For I’ve opened up tow’rd heaven all the windows of my soul,
                      And I’m living on the hallelujah side.”

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Glass shattered and flew everywhere.  I felt a few small shards but I was up and running to the back door hoping to see and possibly get a shot off, but the snow hindered me.  When I finally made it out to the street all I could see was the backs of two riders. 
As I was standing there looking down the road, I felt a tug on my shoulder.  I turned and there was a rider coming from a side street firing.  They had set me up.  I dropped to one knee, lifted the Greener and fired both barrels.  A scream came from the horse as it went down, the rider had been knocked off with the blast.
Drawing my pistol I moved slowly toward the downed horse.  The horse was breathing hard, snorting, but I was more concerned about the rider who had shot at me.  Upon closer inspection I had no need to be worried for he took most of the blast in his neck and upper chest.  He wasn’t moving, but had already moved on to eternal judgment.
By that time a crowd was beginning to assemble.  I glanced toward the eatery and saw Molly standing in the doorway.  I raised my hand to let her know I was all right.  Doc Jones was kneeling by the deceased and coming up the street was Marshal Gold.  There wasn’t anything I could do so I walked to Molly.
Both windows had been shot out and Molly took me by the arm.  Walking in I saw Marta wiping blood off Hannah.  Greta was sitting there and appeared to be all right.  It then came to mind that I should check Molly.  I noticed a small cut on her neck, but it wasn’t currently bleeding.  Hannah had been sitting to the side of Molly and she seemed to have taken several small pieces.
I tried not to make eye contact with either of them and went to the stove and the coffeepot. 
“Miles Forrest!” cried Greta.  “You care only about a cup of coffee and didn’t even ask how we are?  We can’t even bring you eggs and sit down without you bringing trouble down on us!”
Doc and Gold came in at that time, saving me from her wrath.  Charlie motioned for me to sit.  “Tell me what happened.”
I proceeded with the events and then stopped.  “Doc, make sure that Trenton gets a look at that rider.”
“Not much to look at,” said Doc.  “Most of his lower face was gone from the blast.  But, I’m ahead of you Miles.  I already went to get Trenton.  He’s not in his room,” he paused.  “And he’s not here.”
“Doc,” came the voice of Marta.  He nodded and went to look at Hannah. 
I finally got around to pouring me a cup of coffee.  “Finished Charlie?  I’m going to saddle up while I have a fresh trail.”
It was then that Molly exclaimed.  “Miles, you’re bleeding!”  I had forgotten about the shot.  I didn’t think it was much.  “Doc!”  Molly ordered.  “Get over here and check him out!”
That didn’t make Hannah very happy as she seemed to be enjoying the attention.  However, she was a grumpy lady anyway.  “He’s fit,” said Doc.  “Just a scratch on the top of the shoulder.”
I gave Molly a quick kiss on the cheek.  “I’ll stop by after saddlin’ up Hawk.  This might be my opportunity.”
Slurping down the rest of my coffee I got up and started out.  Hannah refused to look at me, but I got a little smile from Greta.
“See you on my way out,” I said to Molly.

Echoes from the Campfire

The desert or mountain man was forever lifting his eyes to the peaks or to the stars; it was no wonder that men of wilderness knew so much about the flight of birds and habits of animals. In cities a man’s eyes were on the ground, or rarely above eye level.”
–Louis L’Amour (Kid Rodelo)
 
“They do not compromise with evil, and they walk only in his paths.”
–Psalm 119:3 (NLT)