The Daily Paine

One thing I just do not understand.  I am told that it is to get people in the mood, and I wonder, “in the mood for what”?  Why are sanctuaries now darkened?  Churches I have been to over the past decade darken the sanctuary and I am told that it is to create and atmosphere.  Darkness creates what type of atmosphere?  And why, oh why, turn down the lights when people are called to the altar.  The altar itself represents fire for the sacrifice was to be lain there and burned.  Goodness friend, we should be moving from darkness into light.  Just read the words by R.E. Hudson.

          “Do you hear them coming, brother,–
           Thronging up the steeps of light,
           Clad in glorious shining garments,–
           Blood-washed, garments pure and white?”

We should be moving from the darkness into the light.  We are wearing shining garments, garments washed in the blood of Christ.  Have you ever wondered how being washed in the blood, cleanses and makes garments pure and white?  Hmmm, put away darkness, and listen to the stirring anthems.

          “Do you hear the stirring anthems
           Filling all the earth and sky,
           ‘Tis a grand, victorious army,
           Lift its banner up on high!”

Sorrow may loom over us from time to time.  Storms come, but they will pass.  Sin may come at us to destroy, but hang on, hang on, there is victory on the horizon.  We may be beaten down for the day, we may cringe at the sounds of the night.  But tomorrow, tomorrow promises blue skies, the storm will have passed and there will be victory. 

          “Never fear the clouds of sorrow,
           Never fear the storms of sin,–
           We shall triumph on the morrow,
           Even now our joys begin.”

Walk through this life with a praise that comes from the heart.  We do not conquer, never think that the victory is yours, but it is the Lord who is the conqueror.  It is He that conquers the sin that touches us.  It is He that conquers the storms and tells them to be silent.  It is He who gives us the victory; it is not of ourselves.  And then there will be that day; that glorious day when we will finally reign with Him.  There will be that day when there is true and complete victory.

          “Wave the banner, shout His praises,
           For our victory is nigh!
           We shall join our conqu’ring Savior,
           We shall reign with Him on high!

                    ‘Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle,
                    Washed in the blood of the Lamb;
                    ‘Tis a glorious church, without spot or wrinkle,
                    Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”

So if you have those days when you feel some pain, maybe some burning, perhaps it is the Lord simply doing some ironing.  The “Bride” will wear spotless clothes, and they will be starched with no wrinkles.

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Funny how situations and circumstances can change things. I had planned on riding up to Silverton, but heard that the passes were still closed. Some who crossed said that I would need snowshoes, but neither Hawk or Star walk well in them. I suppose they were strong enough to break through the snow, but then I didn’t hanker to be camping in it either. Over the years I’ve had plenty of camping in the snow. The bones were getting too old for that.
So I sat in the railcar on the train. Sure missed the stove and coffee they used to keep, but the clamor out there said that it was too dangerous to have a stove in the car. Now I sit, bundled up and still cold. There is talk that next summer they might add a car where we can eat and get coffee, but that sure don’t help me none now.
The rackety rattle of the train moving up toward Silverton did hurt my pondering though. Sure was thinking about the move to Denver. Most likely I would make more money, but then it would cost more to live there. Molly would be around more people, but was that really important as she had good friends in Durango? Plus that ate at me as well. Too many people. Here I was in a people-oriented job, but I really didn’t cotton much to having a lot of folk around me.
As soon as I arrived at the station I went to the Wells Fargo office. I figured they would have coffee on the stove. It may be April, but it was still rather cold, and I knew that at night the temperature would really drop. All of sudden I was glad I wasn’t on Hawk and camped out along the trail in the mountains. A shiver went through me just thinking about it.
I wasn’t to be disappointed. The guys at the office had the coffee sitting on the stove, and it was freshly made as they had already finished off one pot. We did our pleasantries and then I asked if they had seen a one-eyed man.
One clerk, Dobbins, I think was his name, said that he hadn’t but that Radcliff might have as he sometimes frequents that part of town. I didn’t have to ask what part for there was a well-known section of Silverton that dealt with the devil’s devices. Trenton wasn’t the type of man who would normally be caught in that evil-den, but being an outlaw will force a person to do and go places he wouldn’t normally.
“Not sure, Miles, but I thought I saw a man up there with a patch over his eye,” said Radcliff.
“Guess I’ll go get my room and get something to eat and then wait for night and take in the view myself.” I disliked the thought of going up to the devil’s playground, but then, that’s where I find most of the vermin I was looking for.
Evil, desperate men and women, and darkness seem to always go together. I checked into the hotel and the first thing I did was to check my weapons. I wiped them off and checked the loads. Silverton was not a place that you walked around without being alert and prepared. “Hmmm,” I thought, “Walking into the devil’s territory it didn’t pay to be nonchalant and careless.”
Whatever the sinful nature wanted could be found. There were saloons, gaming dens, dance halls, and brothels. Around any darkened corner might be lurking someone waiting to crack your head and take your hard-earned gold. I really disliked this part of my job; it always made my stomach queasy.
I stuck to the gaming halls and saloons. It was down the street when I walked into one saloon and spotted, sitting in the corner, a one-eyed man. He had his hat on, but his hair was long and flowed over his shoulders. Sighing I took the Greener out of the crook of my arm, cocked it, and walked to the table where he was sitting.

Echoes from the Campfire

Life had flavor when people had courage.  Strange how it was always the spoiled who weakened and cried first, and it was the injured, the maimed, the blind, and the poor who fought on alone.”
–Louis L’Amour  (Sitka)

“If you see your fellow Israelite’s donkey or ox fallen on the [trail], do not ignore it.  Help the owner get it to its feet.”
–Deuteronomy 22:4 (NLT)