The Daily Paine

For bodily exercise profiteth little….”
–1 Timothy 4:8 (KJV)

I’ve heard that Scripture used several times by folk that do not relish the thought of exercising.  It doesn’t profit the individual all that much.  Now, that is really not the case for it does indeed help the physical body, and can also help the mental attitude and emotional makeup of an individual.
However, we really must exercise for the spiritual person as well.  I read the following the other day, “We must run from Satan, and walk with God.”  The difference is that physical exercise is for the natural man, for the temporal life.  It is then important that we look at the rest of the passage.

“For physical training is of some value, but godliness (spiritual training) is of value in everything and in every way, since it holds promise for the present life and for the life to come.”  (Amplified)
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“When we become so tolerant that we lead people into mental fog and spiritual darkness, we are not acting like Christians–we are acting like cowards!”
–A.W. Tozer

Listen, there is a great difference between being charitable and being tolerant.  A Christian must be charitable toward all people, but they must never be tolerant of their sin.  The same is true of truth.  There is only one Truth; Jesus is the truth.  It is not Jesus and other philosophies.  Science and philosophy cannot add to Christ.  In fact, Tozer points out, that the true bigots are those involved in science and philosophy.
One other word–Jesus meant what He said.  When He said, “I am the way,” He meant it.  He did not mean that He was one of the ways, but exactly what He said.  When He said, “I am the truth,” He meant it.  Yet in our weakened, but enlightened mind we compromise Him so much.  It is imperative that we listen to Him “if our discipleship is to be genuine and consistent.”
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You can call this an oxymoron or conundrum, whatever fits your vocabulary.  To this ol’ fence post it is just plain old CS.  CS is the opposite of PC.  Ok, ok, CS means common sense.  But think through the following:

“Don’t do nothin’ too much.”

Too much of anything might not be a good thing, but too much of doing nothing is disastrous.  We are a people that are to be “doing”, however, there are times to take a break; maybe enjoy a piece of pie and cup of coffee.  But in doing that we are doing.
Problem is that there are many a folk out there that practice that just a little too much.  They go about, or sit about, doing nothin’.  There are names for them from the Bible; names such as:  sloth, sluggard, and in newer version slacker.  Beware of those people.

The Daily Paine

I haven’t sung this old hymn in several years.  Goodness, what a message it holds–loaded with doctrine.  The first thing that came to my mind was when Jesus said if the people didn’t praise Him then the rocks would cry out.  Earth rings His praises; Heaven rings His praises.  When we’re lost and wandering about not knowing what to do, we need to sing His praises for He is our guide who guards and protects not only our lives, but our souls as well.

           “Praise Him!  Praise Him!  Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!

           Sing, O Earth, His wonderful love proclaim!

           Hail Him! Hail Him!  highest archangels in glory;

           Strength and honor give to His holy name!

           Like a shepherd, Jesus will guard His children.

           In His arms He carries them all day long:”

                    –Fanny J. Crosby

 We were once darken and outcast because of sin, but then Jesus came on the scene and brought light and salvation.  He was crucified and bore cast away the sins and bore our sorrows.  He became the “Man of Sorrow” for us.  Those thoughts alone should make us want to praise Him.  Others may mock us, laugh at us, scorn us; even people we thought cared for us, but Jesus–His love is so strong it cannot fade away. 

           “Praise Him!  Praise Him!  Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!

           For our sins He suffered, and bled, and died;

           He our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation,

           Hail Him!  Hail Him!  Jesus the Crucified.

           Sound His Praises!  Jesus who bore our sorrows,

           Love unbounded, wonderful, deep and strong:”

 Sometimes we forget that He is the King!  He is the Lord!  He reigns over all creation with His sovereign word and power.  Think of His majesty.  Think of all He has done from creation of the world to the creation of a new heart in men who accept Him.  Think of what is getting ready to take place–He is coming back for His people.  The cross made Him victorious over sin and soon He will do away with evil and rule in victory.

           “Praise Him!  Praise Him!  Jesus, our blessed Redeemer!

           Heav’nly portals loud with hosannas ring!

           Jesus, Savior, reigneth forever and ever;

           Crown Him!  Crown Him!  Prophet, and Priest, and King!

           Christ is coming!  over the world victorious,

           Pow’r and glory unto the Lord belong:

                     Praise Him!  Praise Him!

                    tell of His excellent greatness;

                    Praise Him!  Praise Him!

                    ever in joyful song.”

 Notice the exclamation marks that Fanny Crosby put in this hymn.  When we think of Christ is should be with an exclamation!  Think of all that He has done!  Praise Him!

The Saga of Miles Forrest

This here’s ’bout the spot, Mr. Bartholomew,” I remarked.
“The spot?  What are you talking about?
“Somewhere along this section was where Wray was murdered.  I didn’t see any marks along the siding where he could have come up from the ravine.  Whoever killed him must have been aboard the train,”  I paused, letting this sink in.  “Trenton was not on the passenger list.  So I think yur jumpin’ to conclusions about him.”
I believed it was Trenton, and I would hold him for questioning if I ever saw him, but I wasn’t going to give this jasper the benefit of that thought.  “Have your men in Denver checked the train crew?  I’m sure a former judge had his enemies.”
He just sort of frowned at this.  After that the conversation stopped.  I nudged Molly.  “Want to go to the diner to get some coffee?”
“Oh, Miles, sit down and relax.  You’ve been there already.  At lease wait a couple of hours until lunchtime.”
Sighing, I nodded.  I kept noticing Bartholomew’s eyes moving toward me, and then down, kind of like he was anxious about something.
“Mister Bartholomew, somethin’ botherin’ you?” I asked.
 He sort of stuttered, “The shotgun, do you have to carry it all the time?”
 I gave him a little smile.  “This ol’ Greener?  Why, Mr. Bartholomew, she is almost as sweet to me as my precious Molly.  In fact, I probably have my hands on it more than I do on her.”
 With that I felt a sharp elbow in the side.  I darnt not look her way.
 “Well, it makes me nervous,” he retorted.
 Smiling again, “That’s the whole purpose.  It makes lots of folks nervous.  It can do quite the damage to a person’s body.”  But I moved it to the seat that was facing us and we got quite and into the rhythm of the clickety-clack on the rails.
 The trip wasn’t all that bad, I was just anxious for some reason, ready to get off. Bartholomew just wasn’t my style of company. Arriving at the station in Denver I helped Molly off and motioned for a carriage.  As I was helping Molly up the step, Bartholomew came up behind me and grabbed my shoulder.  I whipped around and just stopped short and crowning him with the Greener.
 “See, this is one reason I carry this shotgun.  I could have easily cracked your head with it.  For a man who’s supposed to be smart, you really don’t have much sense.”
He just grumbled some and then said.  “The Wells Fargo office is just down the street; we don’t need a carriage.”
“First things first,” I replied.  “I need to see a friend first.”
“But Myers wanted to see you first thing!”  He was getting livid.
“You tell Myers and anyone else that I’ll be down in short order.”
“But I was told…”
“You told me, and I’ll see you in a bit.  Now you better get along and report.”
I gave the driver the address.  I figured if Cook was in town he would be at his office.  It had been only a few months since I had been in Denver, but my mercy, there were a lot of people.  The streets were bustling with folk moving up and down them.  Things sure had changed since I first came here from Texas. 
Riding in the carriage a person could spot all kinds of folks.  There were the fancy-dancy folk; it seemed that they walked with a peculiar style, kind of a stiff legged with a wiggle in the behind.  Then there were the down-and-out, those with the weasel-eyes, looking to snitch something and moving-in-and-out of the crowds.  One thing that was rare was a common person.  Yep, seemed like Denver was becoming like Chicago or one of those eastern cities.  People putting on airs and people ready to make a buck from them.
 Cook’s office was a little place down from the Mint that was being built.  I must have been shaking my head for Molly asked, “What’s wrong, Miles?”
 “Just thinkin’ ’bout all the types of people here now.”  I nodded, “And here is another sort, federal people from Washington.”
 She gave a half laugh.  “You’re silly.  You’re a Deputy United States Marshal, isn’t that a federal person?”
 The carriage came to a halt.  “I’m not that kind of federal person.  That gives me half a mind to let you get out by yourself.”
 “You do that,” she remarked, “And that’s what you’ll have–half a mind.”
 I helped her out, being the gentleman that I am.  Then the driver said “four-bits”, and I almost choked.