Echoes From the Campfire

If you stop pushing on, you lose…  It is always a little further to the top than you think.”
              –Louis L’Amour  (Reilly’s Luck)

    “If you send them forward on their journey in a manner worthy of God, you will do well.”
              –3 John 1:16 (NKJV)
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I am not much of a beach person, preferring the mountains.  However, the times I have lived near the beach we enjoyed it.  We liked to get up early, head down and eat breakfast on the beach watching the sun rise.  Now, I’m a person who ponders.  I would sit with coffee cup in hand looking out over the horizon and think about those that traveled the oceans in days of yore.
    It is similar today, those men on the ships out in the ocean traveling toward a destination, but today they have instruments, maps and technology thanks to those who have traveled before them.  Imagine, say 1492, the voyages of discovery; men took off going across the ocean.  Day after day all they could see was the horizon.  No land in sight, seemingly no progress.  Often they didn’t think they were moving forward toward their destination–but they were.
    Similar were the travels of the pioneers across the American wilderness.  They had to travel across the great plains.  Much of the scenery was the same, but travel was slow and often it seemed to them that they were not making much progress.  The mountains looked so far away but they left tracks behind them, so they knew there was progress being made.
    Our life is much the same way.  We start out on the journey called “life” with only a fuzzy view of what might lie ahead.  Others have traveled the journey of life, but it is always an individual thing as well.  We make goals, but often they seem as if they are not getting closer, there are no markers to gauge our location, therefore, we cannot judge accurately our progress.  We are often tempted to believe we are making no progress for God in our walk through life.  
    I want to share the following from the writings of Carlos Murphy.  See if they depict your life at times.

         “Realize what great advancements are made as we wait motionless on God!  God is never still!  He is always on the march!  Even when, by painful circumstances, we seem pinned down and hemmed in, He is taking us to His desired destination at great speed.  Progress in God cannot be measured by the senses of any man!
         …Watch the sun rise and set.  Observe the tides.  Though we sit hour after hour, we are moving forward at breathtaking speed!  Scientists tell us the earth moves through space at 67,000 miles an hour!  In a full day, we will travel more than 2.6 million miles!
         Ponder another lesson.  The sun always moves in the same direction.  It rises in the east.  It does not hurry.  It is never lost.  It never doubles back.  At the appointed time, it reaches the western horizon and disappears from view.
         So it is with lives ordered by God.  He is always moving forward!  He is never hurried and never lost.  He never doubles back.  He knows how long it will take to arrive at His destination, and He sets out to arrive right on time.
         Take heart, then!  Our progress cannot be measured by carnal eyes!  We are borne along by God, moving ever forward on His charted course.  We will arrive safely in due time!” (Heart At Rest)

    Sometimes in the midst of the battle, we lose sight of time.  The enemy keeps attacking and there is no rest, no respite in the action of the enemy.  We have seemingly gained no ground.  We are beset by the same sins.  We are wearied in mind, body, and soul.  This is not the time to give up, but to hold on and continue forward.  Our progress in our eyes may not be fast, in fact, it may seem as if we are losing ground, but hold on–the Lord knows where He is taking us.  Do not lose heart, do not quit for progress is being made.

Echoes From the Campfire

Resolutely he faced that wide traveling river, grateful for something nameless that seemed borne on its bosom, conscious of a strange expression of his soul, ready to see, to hear, to smell, to feel, to taste the wildness and wonder of freedom as he had dreamed it.”
              –Zane Grey  (Wanderer of the Wasteland)

    “Nevertheless I am continually with You; You have taken hold of my right hand.  With Your counsel You will guide me, And afterward receive me to glory.”
              –Psalm 73:23-24 (NASB)
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The way may seem rough and weary.  The water looks rough, the current fast, yet it is there for you to cross.  When you stand and look at the raging river, you look back, but to what?  There’s nothing to go back to, yesterday is gone, there’s only today and the hope of tomorrow.  Take the step, perhaps the river, like the Jordan shall roll back for you to cross over.

         “On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
          And cast a wishful eye
          To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
          Where my possessions lie.”
                 –Samuel Stennett

Where are your treasures?  Are they over on the other shore?  Have you been storing up treasures in heaven, on the other side of the river?
    This was one of the most popular hymns of the early 19th century.  Manifest Destiny, the westward movement was in full swing.  We are not much different than they when traveling through the journey of life.  We travel over plains, through valleys.  There are high mountains that must be traversed and sometimes gorges to cross along the way.  However, while we travel through the worldly life, our Lord Jesus is there with us–such a comfort.

         “All o’er those wide extended plains
          Shines one eternal day;
          There God the Son forever reigns
          And scatters night away.”

Joshua wrote that “you have not been this way before” (Joshua 3:4).  The weather may be fierce, the winds howl, or the valley that is before you that must be cross may have poisonous winds that choke and burn the eyes.  Along the way the will be pain, suffering, and death, but the promise land is still before you.  Go, go, do not falter in your journey.

         “No chilling winds nor pois’nous breath
          Can reach that healthful shore;
          Sickness and sorrow, pain and death
          Are felt and feared no more.”

How long will it take you to reach that shore of Jordan?  Fifty years?  Seventy?  Some never see beyond the promise of youth, much less old age.  One day all will stand on the banks of that “river.”  All will cross over.  For some it will be a happy land, a land flowing with “milk and honey,” a land where the Savior is waiting.  For others the crossing will spell eternal doom.  Thank the Lord, we you have accepted Him are able to cross with glee and anticipation.

         “When shall I reach that happy place,
          And be forever blest?
          When shall I see my Father’s face,
          And in His bosom rest?

                                        I am bound for the promised land;
                                        I am bound for the promised land.
                                        O who will come and go with me?
                                        I am bound for the promised land.”

The Saga of Miles Forrest

The rail car was packed, but I was able to get my normal seat at the door where I could watch the passengers and see anyone coming in the door from the other car.
    There was a lot on my mind, almost more than my little brain could handle.  First, Anihu was dead.  I didn’t know any more than that.  I don’t know if it was caused by someone, or if it was natural.  I was able to get a telegram to Molly telling her that I was on my way.  Marta had been having mental problems from her incident, now this.  How was she going to take it?
    I found myself shaking my head, when the next thought floated through.  Why was Myers murdered?  The sheriff could never convince me that the bullet wasn’t intended for him.  True, the first one was for me, but then Myers was the second target.  Was it Merker?  If so, why?  Was Myers going to tell me something?
    Then there was Hawkens and his wife Lula.  My, oh my, she was some humdinger.  Sort of a mix between some sophisticated aristocrat, a floozy from a saloon, and a lunatic.  I didn’t relish Hawkens’ position with that one.  Then I caught myself smiling.  The Lord sure had been good to me by sending Molly my way.  Just weren’t no one else like her.
    Searching through the car, my eyes caught hold of someone who had shifted in his seat.  Here I am, two hours on the journey and I just now spot him.  That was another thing to add to my collection of thoughts meandering through my mind.  I stood up to get a better view and he saw me.  Merker!
    I couldn’t shoot, too many people.  He pushed the man sitting next to him on the floor and ran out the back of the car.  I started for him, and stumbled over a kid playing in the aisle.  He started crying and that put his mother in a mood and on my case.  I didn’t have time to listen to her so I stepped over the kid and went on down the aisle stopping at the door.
    Hesitating, I opened the door.  Merker could be out there somewhere waiting or on through the next car.  There weren’t many places he could hide.  The blast from the outside air hit me as I stepped out on the little platform.  The clackety-clack of the train moving along the rails seemed tremendously magnified from what it was inside.  Slowly, I moved on inside the next car.
    Surveying the passengers it was quick to see that Merker was not among them.  The conductor was coming down the aisle saying that we were on time for the first stop.  
    “Collins,” I said as I came up to him, “anyone come through this car?”
    “Not anytime recently,” he replied.  “Any thing wrong?”
    “No, no,” I said, but was thinking that he must have climbed up on top.  Too late to check that now.
    I turned to start back to my seat thinking “dummy, dummy,” all the way.  As I entered the car, I was thinking and not paying attention.  That is dangerous to anyone but especially to someone of my profession.  Fortunately I saw out of the corner of my eye, just in time a man swinging a gun at me.  I raised my arm to block it, and the gun connected with my wrist, but no time to worry about the pain now.  Holding my ever-present Greener, I swung it and connected alongside his neck.  He grunted and started for the door.  I didn’t want to fire, so as he reached the door I flung the shotgun at him and it connected knocking him forward and into the door where I had the chance to put him on the ground.  
    Men were shouting, women were screaming, a man was on the floor moaning.  I stood up after securing him, opened my jacket to get my badge and shouted, “Deputy United States Marshal Miles Forrest, apprehending a fugitive.”  That settled them down, as far as the noise went, but there was still tension in the air.
    The conductor was just coming through the door and saw the man lying on the floor, tied up like a shoat for market.  I told him to get some help and get this man to the baggage car and secure him.  After the commotion and the man was carried off I started to my seat.  As I got there, across the aisle from me was someone that wasn’t there before.
    “Tsk, tsk…”

Echoes From the Campfire

But unless you’ve fought the battle and unless you’ve won the war
    The taste of victory sometimes ain’t so sweet.”
                –Red Steagall  (“Paw-Paw”)

    “When war broke out again, David went out and fought against the Philistines. He defeated them with such a great force that they fled from him.”
                –1 Samuel 19:8 (HCSB)
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It was custom, it was expected, that whenever we came off a long trip and went to Granny’s house that she would always have the soup on.  She knew that we would be tired and would be needing something to eat.  The same was true if we visited Grandma.  She might not have soup on but there was always something to eat.  Most always, at both places, there was some kind of dessert.  The weary travelers not only needed nourishment, but they needed to be given a treat.  Since that time I have tried to keep up the tradition.  I usually don’t put soup on, usually it’s chili, but those coming know that there will be something waiting for them.  Of course, the coffee pot is always on.
    Reading the first twenty-one verses of Psalm 22, David is in the doldrums.  Enemies are after him, depression is upon him, the journey has become extremely wearisome.  However, he knows, there is an assurance within him, that soon there will be relief.  Soon he will arrive at home and be greeted with food that will satisfy.  Let’s finish Psalm 22 (HCSB).

         22 – I will proclaim Your name to my brothers; I will praise You in the congregation.
         23 – You who fear Yahweh, praise Him! All you descendants of Jacob, honor Him! All you descendants of Israel, revere Him!
         24 – For He has not despised or detested the torment of the afflicted. He did not hide His face from him but listened when he cried to Him for help.
         25 – I will give praise in the great congregation because of You; I will fulfill my vows before those who fear You.
         26 – The humble will eat and be satisfied; those who seek the Lord will praise Him. May your hearts live forever!
         27 – All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the Lord. All the families of the nations will bow down before You,
         28 – for kingship belongs to the Lord; He rules over the nations.
         29 – All who prosper on earth will eat and bow down; all those who go down to the dust will kneel before Him—even the one who cannot preserve his life.
         30 – Their descendants will serve Him; the next generation will be told about the Lord.
         31 – They will come and tell a people yet to be born about His righteousness—what He has done.

David finds that not only is his hunger satisfied, but his soul has also been renewed.  He gains strength, rises again, and states that he will fulfill his vows.  

         “From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
          Through gates of pearl stream in countless host,
          Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
          Alleluia!  Alleluia!”
                    –William H. How

    No matter how far we travel.  No matter how arduous the journey may be, the obstacles thrown at us, the enemies faced, there is hope and there is victory.  This is assured if we do not quit.  Look at these verses compared to the previous ones in the Psalm.  Someone has written that these are the resurrection; the aftermath of the previous verses.
    However, though food is provided, we must eat.  There will be a feast, it is up to us to complete the journey so that we can make it to our seat at the table.  When you eat of the Lord’s Supper, are you satisfied?  Take inventory, my fellow traveler.  Never lose heart; never quit.  There is a table spread waiting for you when you get to the end of your journey; when you get home.

         “It is possible to die of starvation at the door of a granary.  By the act of faith in Jesus Christ, partake of the food.  See that it becomes yours by your own taking of it into the very depths of your heart.”
                     –Alexander Maclaren