Echoes From the Campfire

For he was a Western man, and only a Western man…nor did he wish to be anything else.”
–Louis L’Amour (Shalako)

“No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon.”
–Matthew 6:24 (NKJV)
————————–
I heard a sermon on Sunday in which the question was asked, “What is the soundtrack of your life?”  Perhaps yours is the “Sound of Music,” and someone else’s is “Thunder Road.”  My wife poked me and said mine was the “Theme of the Magnificent Seven.”  Now I think there is some truth in what was being said.  The music you listen to definitely tells much about who you are as a person, what you like to do, where your thoughts are.  The same is true of the books you have in your library and what you read (if you read at all).
I came across this little writing and I want to share it.  I used it once before last spring.  It was written by Clarence W. Cranford.

“If your mind was an art gallery in which your thoughts would become visible like pictures hanging on a wall, would you be willing for your mother to see the exhibit?
This question was asked in a college chapel service.  Some of the students treated it lightly.  They joked about it afterward.  But some of the students knew it was no laughing matter.  The pictures we carry in the mind color the rest of our lives and affect our relationships to God, the greatest art critic of all.
During the exile some of the Jewish people fell into bad habits.  They adorned the walls of a room in their houses with ugly idols.  This they did in the dark, not permitting their friends to enter and see what they had in that room.  That room became a wall between themselves and God.
The mind is our art gallery.  We adorn it with many pictures, some good and some bad.  Let us pray for God’s help in the selection of the pictures we imagine.”

“Have you seen what the elders of the house of Israel are doing in the dark, every man in his room of pictures?”
–Ezekiel 8:12
——————————
Praise the Lord!  The book is at the publishers.  Hopefully, it will be ready soon so keep a lookout for, “Mal de Ojo.”

Echoes From the Campfire

He realized the chances; he knew the cost of success on that frontier.  All could be met and vanquished, but only through an eternal vigilance, a lion heart and iron hand.”
–Zane Grey (West of the Pecos)

“Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life.”
–Proverbs 4:23 (NLT)
——————————
“I hear the voice of one crying,
Prepare ye, the way of the Lord…”
–Robin Mark

The above words are Scripture, but I heard them on my walk the other morning and began to ponder a bit.  John the Baptist came and proclaimed that the Messiah was coming.  He was that voice in the wilderness crying to prepare the way of the Lord.
Things changed slightly (dramatically) with the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus.  Today, all believers are to be involved in preparing the way.  In fact, we do that by walking in the Way.  There is no other way to heaven, except through Jesus Christ, and believers are expected to proclaim that.
One of the reasons for that is that the next time Jesus comes He will come as a “thief in the night.”  He will steal away His Bride to be with Him forever.  There will be no John the Baptist crying in the wilderness to prepare the way of the Lord.  Sure, there will be signs, “as in the day of Noah,” for example, but the characteristic of the Rapture will be one of stealth.
I might add, however, when He comes to reign on the earth, there will be the blast of the trumpet.  There will be the sound of war and the defeat of the Antichrist at Armageddon.  
—————————–
“The sons of Issachar who had understanding of the times, to know what Israel ought to do, their chiefs were two hundred; and all their brethren were at their command.”
–1 Chronicles 12:32 (NKJV)

Ponder that verse for a moment, especially the first part.  We live in turbulent times.  Agitation, anger, terror and hatred all seem to mark the way of life today.  What in the world is happening?  
The question is:  Do you have understanding of the times?  Do you know what to do?  It is hard to tell, in this hour, who the Christians really are.  They seem to have blended in with the world.  They look like the world, do the things of the world, talk like the world, act like the world; hmmmm, are they Christians or of the world? David Jeremiah wrote, “We have allowed the world to conform us to its image instead of allowing the Holy Spirit and the Word to transform us to the image of Christ.” 
You’d better understand the Word of God, and it better be applied to all facets of your life.  I have said it many times that life is serious.  This is not the time for gaiety and frivolity.  This is the time to “understand the times.”

The Saga of Miles Forrest

I heard the yell of the waitress, “Mister, you didn’t pay,” as I got to the door of the restaurant. Years of experience had taught me not to rush out a door blindly. I pulled my Schofield, and then the waitress screamed.
“He’s got a gun,” cried another woman. What did she think I was going to do, steal her pancakes?
Slowly, I peeked out and didn’t spot anything so I leaped, hoping that if there was a shot it would be right near the door. There was no shot, but when I hit the edge of the boardwalk, my feet went out from under me as I slipped on the ice. The 3 inches of snow that had fallen did little to cushion my fall, and nothing to aid my ego as I went down–hard.
Quickly I got up and ran to the corner. I as approached I moved over against the wall again and peeked around. There were a few people on the street, but not the person that passed by the restaurant. Maybe I was just imagining things. Mulling this over I went back to the restaurant.
My gun was still out as I entered and the woman gasped again. I wanted to twirl it, sort of show off for her, but that wasn’t my style. Going back to the table where I was sitting I motioned for the waitress. “I’d like another cup of coffee.”
“Are you going to pay for it this time?” she answered in a very sassy voice.
“Miss, I always pay for my meals, so what did you mean by ‘this time?'”
She was sort of taken back by that and rushed off to get my coffee. At least I thought that was what she was doing. Instead a man from the back came out with a cleaver in his hand. “Are you the one?” he asked.
“I’m not quite sure what you mean.”
“I don’t put up with trash talking to my help,” he said lifting his voice.
Out of habit I reached for the Greener, but then remembered that I left it with Molly. Then I figured I’d just get out of there, so I reached inside my coat to my vest pocket and pulled out a couple of quarters and flipped them on the table. That would more than cover my meal.
I started to walk away, but the man grabbed my coat and then gave me a shove. “Mister,” I said, “Just let it go.”
For some reason, he must have gotten a bee in his bonnet for he came at me. Now I wasn’t too worried about him, but that cleaver in his hand bothered me some. I pulled the chair from the table beside me and pushed it at him, hoping to slow him down just a mite. It did, just enough, as I then grabbed the chair where I had been sitting and swung it over my head smashing it down on his. His knees buckled an he folded to the floor.
“You’ve killed him!” the waitress screamed.
Then a man yelled out, “I’ll get the marshal!”
“Meal is paid for,” and I pointed at the table. “He’ll only have a headache.”
He was already coming to and holding his head slightly moaning.
“No you don’t. You’re not leaving until the marshal gets here,” the waitress spoke again, but this time she was holding a pistol in both hands.
“Miss, I am a marshal,” then I opened my coat and pulled my deputy badge from another of my vest’s pockets. “If I were you, I’d put that pistol down and see if you can help him.”
I walked outside and shook my head. A person would think I was in the high society section of Denver rather than the rough and tumble mining town of Silverton. Figured it was time for me to leave. I’d checked the mill that I’d come up to see. It was time to go, and I’d just go up and get my gear, pick up Hawk, and get him boarded on the train.
As I started toward the hotel, I heard a man holler, “Hey you! Hold up!” It was the marshal, with the man that went for him cowering behind him.
“Marshal,” I said, greeting him. “What can I do for you?”
I noticed that he had his gun in his hand. “Marshal, is that how you always greet fellow officers of the law?” I asked. Then I slowly opened my coat so he wouldn’t think anything amiss to show him my badge. As I opened my coat there was a shot and…

Echoes From the Campfire

No system of philosophy or ethics, no growth of government, no improvement in living came without trial and struggle. Struggle…was the law of growth.”
–Louis L’Amour (Crossfire Trail)

“For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places.”
–Ephesians 6:12 (NLT)
—————————–
“Then Jesus, again groaning in Himself, came to the tomb. It was a cave, and a stone lay against it. Jesus said, ‘Take away the stone.’
Martha, the sister of him who was dead, said to Him, ‘Lord, by this time there is a stench, for he has been dead four days.’
Jesus said to her, ‘Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?’ Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead man was lying. And Jesus lifted up His eyes and said, ‘Father, I thank You that You have heard Me. And I know that You always hear Me, but because of the people who are standing by I said this, that they may believe that You sent Me.’ Now when He had said these things, He cried with a loud voice, ‘Lazarus, come forth!’ And he who had died came out bound hand and foot with graveclothes, and his face was wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, ‘Loose him, and let him go.'”
–John 11:38-44 (NKJV)

How many sermons have you heard concerning Lazarus? Dozens? Hundreds? And they come from many angles, but the reality of the matter was simply that Lazarus, a friend of Jesus, was dead. For the glory of God Jesus called him from the place of the dead, to live again. Lazarus was not the only person that Jesus raised from the dead, but this guy was already beginning to decay–to stink.
Think about Lazarus. When he came forth he bore within him the secrets of the grave. There is no record whether he spoke about them to anyone. One thing to remember, he was not recalled from Heaven. He had not entered those heavenly portals for this was before the resurrection. He simply was in the place of the dead–Sheol. There is an indication in Scripture that there was a portion in Sheol for the righteous who had died and for those who were wicked. (see Abraham and the death of the poor man, also known as Lazarus). This was, sort of a “holding chamber” until the resurrection of Christ.
Lazarus, one of the few to see death twice, would die again. This time, however, there was no physical resurrection. Scripture declares that after death comes the judgment. Now, for sure, this is a mystery. In death, time ceases to be, and that person is immediately thrust into eternity, into the presence of the Lord. The righteous await the glorious reunion of all God’s children in Christ.
When Lazarus died the first time he would not have known of the glories of heaven. He would not have seen all the glories of God and the sights around the throne. He would be in Sheol, and maybe sitting next to Job; Job might say to him, “I know my Redeemer liveth.” Which gives me another thought, if he was sitting next to Job when the Lord called Lazarus back from the dead, what would Job have thought? Poof, Lazarus is gone.
———————————
“I’ll tell you this, Lord. There isn’t a man among us who can look at the two hands You gave him with the two eyes You gave him, and really feel sorry for Singer [a cowboy who had died]. You did a great thing for Singer, just like You’ve done a great thing for all of us. You gave him, and us, life. You gave us hands to work with and eyes to see. And we’re in no position to complain about it if You see fit to take back what You gave us. We have to allow that You know what You’re doing…. He was a good man with cattle and horses, and he always did the best he knew how. I hope somebody can say as much for me when my time is up.”
–Clair Huffaker (Cowboy)