Echoes From the Campfire

A man can do worse than be by himself.  He can read.  He can think.  He can sit on the porch and listen to the sounds of life out yonder.”
              –Elmer Kelton  (The Man Who Rode Midnight)

    “Finally bothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable–if there is any moral excellence and if there is any praise–dwell on these things.”
              –Philippians 4:8 (HCSB)
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A year ago we started to plan to move from our home of twenty-two years in San Antonio to stay with our daughter in Cleveland, TX.  That meant we had to begin to downsize.  There was a garage sale, some things were given away, and there were some things meant for the dumpster.  We were beginning to build a house in Coldspring (ha, little did we know it would take a year).  We were moving from 1900 square feet to 1400 square feet and no garage.  That meant downsizing.
    Now we are in the process of unpacking boxes and trying to find places to put my treasures, even though there are those who call it “stuff.”  Before our move, Annie would periodically say, “clean out your closet and dresser drawers.”  In other words, “get rid of some stuff.”
    Earlier in the week I read a devotion concerning this idea.  From time to time we need to get in the closet and get rid of things.  Women I think more than men, and if that’s sexist, so be it, but some things just aren’t in season or style anymore.  And I hate to say it, but some things just don’t fit anymore and usually it isn’t because of losing weight.  Some things are no longer desired, our attitudes have changed and we don’t care for that outfit anymore.
    Paul writes to the Christians in Ephesians, “That ye put off concerning the former conversation the old man…”. (4:22, KJV)  The words “put off” means to lay something down and push it far away beyond reach.  This is something that is deliberately done (Rick Renner).  As we take the time to declutter our closet or homes sometimes, “We must take the time and clean the ‘closet of our heart’ to get rid of hearts and attitudes that no longer fit who we are.” (Renner)
    Grace is given to us, but we must also remember that we are told to grow in grace.  As we grow in grace there are some things that just don’t fit anymore.  The old attitudes are out of date; they are no longer desired.  From time to time look at your life; take inventory and if need be–declutter.

Echoes From the Campfire

This was a lesson my father had taught me, that we only borrowed from the land, and borrowed with discretion and a thought for the years to come.  He taught us that to live in the wilderness one must live with it.  Live from it, but allow it to live also.”
              –Louis L’Amour  (Bendigo Shafter)

    “The Lord God placed the man in the Garden of Eden to tend and watch over it.”
              –Genesis 2:15  (NLT)
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“Perilous times!”  Look again at 2 Timothy 1:3 (AMPC) “But understand this, that in the last days will come (set in) perilous times of great stress and trouble [hard to deal with and hard to bear].
2 For people will be lovers of self and [utterly] self-centered, lovers of money and aroused by an inordinate [greedy] desire for wealth, proud and arrogant and contemptuous boasters. They will be abusive (blasphemous, scoffing), disobedient to parents, ungrateful, unholy and profane.
3 [They will be] without natural [human] affection (callous and inhuman), relentless (admitting of no truce or appeasement); [they will be] slanderers (false accusers, troublemakers), intemperate and loose in morals and conduct, uncontrolled and fierce, haters of good.”

    In these last days men will be morally confused.  Look around you at the confusion and the chaos.  Society, those pseudo-intellectuals that try to direct our minds and actions, cannot find a solution.  Listen to what they say to do–it is hogwash.  Some of it is  downright stupidity.  People are so double-minded, that they don’t know what to do so they do anything or nothing.
    Let’s add verse four to Paul’s description of what it will be like during the end times.

      “[They will be] treacherous [betrayers], rash, [and] inflated with self-conceit. [They will be] lovers of sensual pleasures and vain amusements more than and rather than lovers of God.”

The people of the day will be given to violence.  They might talk something else, but in their hearts they devise violence and they will be know for their violent, reckless behavior.  They will be emotionally intemperate and will exhibit a lack of self-control.  Don’t you dare doubt it.  From movies, to music, to video games this is the most violent generation in history and they take what they hear and see and put it into action.  If you wonder why there are kids perpetrating violent acts it is because violence is being poured into the minds of teenagers.  They are a type of violent, destructive storm that affects all those in their proximtiy.
    They will be “lovers of sensual pleasures and vain amusements.”  They will be preoccupied with the pursuit of their own comfort, pleasure, lusts, and happiness.  They will practice these in excess and ignore anything that has to do with the true worship of God.
    Now, the Holy Spirit did not inform us of the “perilous times” to worry us.  “He forewarned us of these things in advance so we could spiritually reinforce ourselves to live victoriously and free until Jesus returns!” (Rick Renner)  It is important that we realize that self-centered living does not produce happiness.  It is also vital that we know that God is more concerned about our obedience rather than our happiness.  God does not want you to be happy above all else.  God wants servants who practice obedience.
    People ask the question, “What will it be like in the end times?”  Read these verses and see the description that Paul gives is right from the nightly news.
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Ponder This:  To be mature means that we learn, “that it is even better to desire the things that we have than to have the things we desire.” (Harry Drummond)

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Charlie Gold came to get me as soon as Billy reached consciousness.  We rushed back over to the jail to see Billy sitting up on the cot in his cell, holding his head.
    “I need a doctor!” he cried.  “My head feels as if it’s cracked open.”
    “Look at your hands, Denton,” replied Charlie.  “They’re no blood, and doc will have a look at you when he makes his rounds.”
    He glanced up and saw me standing there.  “Get him out of here!” he exclaimed.  “He has no right to be in here!”
    “That’s where you’re mistaken.  Miles is a duly appointed federal law enforcement officer, so he has every right to be here.  And there’s that little fact that you tried to kill him twice, plus an attempt to kill his wife.”  
    Denton looked at me and sneered.  “Then I want my lawyer!  I know my rights!  Let me out of here to see a lawyer!”
    “Not going to happen, Billy.  The Judge has done refused bail for you.  Anyone who attempts to kill a federal officer is a danger to society–no bail.  Give me your lawyer’s name and I’ll get him for you.”
    He groaned, “I don’t know it.”
    “Well, if you don’t know his name how am I going to get him for you?”
    “He’s my uncle’s lawyer.  Get him!” he said then started retching.
    Charlie started to open his cell and I put my hand against it stopping him.  “Doc told me that this is common when a man is hit in the head hard enough to lose consciousness.  He’ll be all right.”
    After he had thrown up what little breakfast he had in his stomach he looked up again.  “Billington’s lawyer, get him!”
    “Billington’s your uncle!” I exclaimed.  “Hmm, that would make Lillian your cousin.”
    “Lillian!  She’s here?” he yelled then laid down on the bed, moaning.
    “No, I saw her last in Santa Fe.  I don’t know where she was going from there.  She went to the hospital where they had your uncle.”
    He sat up and asked, “Where’s my uncle?”
    I glanced at Charlie and said, “This thing is gettin’ more interestin’ by the hour.”  Then looking back at Billy I answered him.  “Some men came and took your uncle from the hospital and went on the road to Taos,” pausing I looked at him.  “He’s probably dead.  With the operation he had, he should never have left the hospital.”
    He gave me a look of hatred; one that I had only seen coming from the Pale Rider.  “It’s your fault, Forrest!”  He groaned again and muttered, laying back down on the cot.  “The money…”
    “Don’t fret about the money, Billy,” said Charlie.  “Miles has taken it back to the bank.”
    Looking at me he exclaimed, “I’ll kill you yet, Forrest!” and he rolled over to face the wall.
    Charlie motioned for me to leave with him and go to the front of the jail.  Sitting down at his desk he looked at me and asked, “What do you think about all this?”
    I took a cup from the shelf and helped myself to the coffee on the stove.  After taking a couple of sips I replied.  “I’m still ponderin’ on it, Charlie.  There’s more to this than stealin’ money from the bank and runnin’ off,” I took another, longer sip.  “Billy didn’t seem to like the idea of Lillian bein’ here.”
    “So,” Charlie began, “there’s Billington, who may be dead, several thugs, at least four, Lillian, and Billy involved in this.”
    There was a shot and scream…

Coffee Percs

He walked over to the stove and poured them two cups of coffee.  Steam drifted up from the tin cups, the smell of fresh coffee perfuming the air around him.  He walked back over to the small table and handed the cup of steaming goodness.”
              –M. Allen (The Rifleman)

The coffee’s pipin’ hot, get in here and sit yurself down, pard.  Yur all in one piece so I reckon yuh had a good week.  We’ve been workin’ steady at gettin’ the new homestead all up and runnin’.  Takes time, with the bones achin’ a body just doesn’t get as fast as he did back in the day.
    Ahhh, that’s good coffee this mornin’.  Sure enjoy havin’ yuh come ’round; some folk are just good company.  Let me tell you a story.  When we would go campin’ we used little plastic containers for items such as: salt, pepper, chili powder, etc.  Well, I decided that it was time to fix up some chili; get that aroma into the walls of the new place as soon as possible.  I had my fixin’s out and was brownin’ the meat.  Of course it needed salt so I saw on the butcher block a small plastic container.  Opening the lid, I started sprinkling “salt” on the meat.  Pard, let me tell yuh, right here, something didn’t look right.  Very carefully, I reached into the skillet and pulled out a piece of meat, tasted it, and quickly spat it out.  Soap!  I had covered my meat in soap.  That sure made me feel like a dummy!  Had to throw out a skillet full of meat.  On the positive side, sure was glad I caught it before I had the rest of the fixin’s stewin’ in it.  Imagine, sittin’ down to the table, takin’ my spoon for a nice, hot bite of chili and tastin’ soap.  One way to clean yur innards out.
    ‘Nother cup, sure ‘nough pard.  We’ll drain this pot before yuh mount up to leave.  But, let me tell yuh, it got me to ponderin’.  I’ve been around folk like that.  They tend to look like the real thing.  They seem to have the right container, they look like the real stuff, but put them to the test, ha, or should I say the taste, and they leave a funny taste in yur mouth.  Yuh find out that they are the seasonin’ that was needed, and yu’ll have to throw away anything they touched.  They’re the kind of folk that think they are good for anythin’ but there is a purpose for soap, and it’s sure not for seasonin’ meat that is there to bring nutrition to the body and soul.
    My mercy, where has the time gone?  Where has the coffee gone?  Guess, we done whipped that pot.  Guess yuh better be gettin’ on yur way and gettin’ yur chores done.  Check that cinch, don’t want yuh fallin’ off somewhere down the road.