Echoes From the Campfire

Joy of life, radiance of creation, peace and solitude, wholesomeness and sweetness of nature, the exquisite beauty of woodland and wasteland at the break of day, and a marvelous, inscrutable, divine will pervaded that wilderness scene.”

                    –Zane Grey  (Nevada)

       “By faith Moses…choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God than to enjoy the passing pleasures of sin.”
                    –Hebrews 11:23,25 (NKJV)
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There was a time when everything on earth was pure.  A time of true peace and tranquility when one day a lovely maiden was walking through the garden.  She was enjoying the sweet aroma of the flowers that were blooming around her.  Life was wonderful, sweet, and peaceful when she came upon a creature–a serpent.  This serpent went up to her and said, “Hey, baby, have I got a deal for you.”  And in minutes Eve and Adam were not the same, and mankind was now on the downward slope.  I have often wondered what Adam thought about when he was old and gray.  He lived to be quite old and he must have thought often about the time back in Eden.  We know little of his life except that he blew his opportunity.
       Solomon said in his later years, “Then I looked on all the works that my hands had done and on the labor in which I had toiled; and indeed all was vanity and grasping for the wind.  There was no profit under the sun.”  (Ecclesiastes 2:11, NKJV)  He was a man who wanted more and more and more.  Perhaps you have read the “Picture of Dorian Gray.”  It is a profound book, telling a depressing story.  Dorian was given an opportunity to sin–to do anything he wanted without any sign of the sin showing on his features.  He remained pristine and pure, at least in his features.  He dreamed of sin, and he wanted more, more, and more of sin and didn’t stop.  He had unlimited resources, money, and pleasure, but found that more didn’t satisfy.  David A. Hubbard wrote,

               “Pleasure offers to lift us above the routine.  So much of our living seems bound to the ordinary.  It is hobbled by the patterns we learned in childhood; it is grooved by the habits we developed as teenagers; it is fettered by the cords of conformity our culture puts upon us….  Often we long to kick over the traces and bolt off on our own free course.  Pleasure lets us do that.  Temporarily, we can hang our inhibitions in the hallway and go to the party without them…”

       We live in a society that thrives on pleasure.  There are things that are faster, greater, and more bright than ever before.  From the Millennials downward through the generations there is an emphasis upon pleasure.  Enjoy life, be happy, don’t fret, but to do that one must push God aside.  They think that He is holding a hammer ready to bring it down in judgment so they have only a small look at who God is if any at all.
       Solomon is saying here–Face the Truth, all equals emptiness.  The NLT states, “There was nothing really worthwhile anywhere.”  Look at the fruit friend, what does it offer?  Does the taste offer you promises, but then you find they lack the staying power?  Is there a promise to open our eyes, but then we find that in reality we are blinded?  Is this pleasure that is offered a disillusion, making us cover-up artists?  We think we want the pleasure that it offers, but when we eat we find ourselves lying, hiding, and trying to cover up what we did.  John writes, “For all that is in the world–the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life–is not of the Father but is of the world.” (1 John 2:16, NKJV)
       What started out as a wonderful enticing dream has found itself a living nightmare.  “To seek it [pleasure] and to labor for it is to miss it.  All human experience shows that it soon pulls upon the taste, that it fades fast in the hands of its devotees; that there is no company of men so utterly weary and so wretched as the tired hunters after pleasurable excitement.” (W. Clarkson)  The devil still offers a deal; it looks good, it is enticing, but the end thereof is destruction.  It won’t satisfy for long.  The promise given by him is an illusion; it is like “grasping for the wind.”  But Jesus, ah, there is a different story.  His promises are “Yea and Amen,” they are sure and can be depended upon.  Look at the words of the Psalmist, “You will show me the path of life; in Your presence is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.” (Psalm 16:11, NKJV)  This is what Adam and Eve had, yet they threw it away seeking a pseudo-pleasure.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Hold on!  Don’t fire!” yelled the voice who just appeared in the doorway.  He was standing behind the two men that Elfego shot.  I was ready to cut loose with the Greener when he yelled.
       I took a couple of steps toward the entrance.  “Take their guns…nice and easy.  Come in and place them on the counter,” I said pointing with the shotgun.
       The second man Elfego shot was sitting on the floor while the first man was leaning on the frame of the entrance grasping onto it so he could stand.  I saw him raise his arm, pistol in hand.  “Better get that gun before he points it!” I declared.  This close the shotgun would cut the two standing in half.
       “Give me the gun, Bo,” urged the man standing behind him.
       The man, Bo, couldn’t steady his gun arm.  It was weaving all around.  “That Mex kilt Joe,” he hissed.
       “Bo, give me the gun,” the man pleaded.  An evil smirk appeared on Bo’s face, then all expression disappeared as he fell to the floor.  
       The man reached down to pick up the gun.  “With the finger tips,” I warned him.  “On the counter.  Yours too.”
       The man did right well with my instructions, then went to get the other man’s gun.  When the guns were placed on the counter I looked to see how Mr. Green was doing.  He was leaning against some sacks of potatoes, pale as a ghost and holding his bleeding arm.  The deputy was standing off to my left holding his broken arm against his chest.
       Lowering the Greener, I looked at Elfego.  “Give me my gun and run get a doctor.”  He placed the pistol in my hand then took off jumping over the two men on the floor.  It bothered me that he had the audacity to pull my gun from its holster.  Bothered me more that I let him, didn’t even know it until it happened.  
       I looked around surveying the scene and whispered a quick silent prayer of “thank you Lord, before I went over to Mr. Green.  Spotting a chair over against the wall.  I guided him in that direction and helped him get situated in it.  “Here,” I said handing him some kind of cloth from the display.  “Hold this tight against the wound.”
       There was still the smell of smoke in the room when the doctor appeared with Elfego five minutes later.  I watched him glance at the situation.  Saw the two men on the floor, then the deputy and finally against the wall Mr. Green.  I pointed toward Green and he rushed right over.  While he was examining his wound I walked up to the only non-casualty in the room besides myself and Elfego.
       His first glance was to the shotgun I held in my left hand.  “You got a name?” I asked.
       “Adams, Ken Adams,” he replied nervously.
       “How ’bout them two?” I asked, nodding toward the two men on the floor.  Both of whom were unconscious and from where I was standing I couldn’t tell if they were breathing or not.
       “This one,” he said looking at the man to my right, “is Bo Crandall.  The other fellow is Tobacco Joe Sanchez.”
       By this time there was quite a gathering outside the door.  The doc had finished with Mr. Green and told the deputy that he’d be with him in a bit.  “Harvey,” he hollered, “grab someone and help get Phil down to my office.  I need to cut that bullet out.”
       He then stooped down to examine Crandall.  Shaking his head.  “He’s still breathing, but he’s lost a lot of blood.  Bullet hit him in the side and went straight through.”  He motioned for another man in the crowd to come down and hold the man’s bandanna on the wound in the back with one hand, then took the man’s shirttail and placed it on the wound in front.  “Push steady, hold him like he was a sandwich.”
       Next he scooted over to Sanchez.  “Hmmm, there’s blood on his thigh, but…” he said as he started looking at the man’s head.  When he touched a spot the man winced, opening his eyes.  “Must have hit it on the floor when he fell.”
       “All right, Deputy Case, let me tend to you,” he informed him, standing and walking to him.
       While he was taking care of the deputy, Marshal Udall finally showed up at the scene.  His eyes widened when he saw the two men down on the floor.  He then glanced over at his deputy, finally his gaze rested on me.  “What happened?”
       “Why don’t you ask him?” I asked, pointing at Adams. 
       I sort of nonchalantly moved the shotgun I was holding from my left hand to the right.  I noticed the eyes of Adams flickered watching the movement.
      “Ken, tell me what happened.   Who started the shooting?”
       Glaring at him, I pulled on the end of my moustache with my left hand.
       “Well, I…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

We must ever be vigilant, ever be prepared to defend our freedoms, lest evil, self-serving men come and enslave us.”

                    –Chris Bennett  (Breakout)

       “Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people.”
                    –Proverbs 14:34(NKJV)
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          40 — How often they provoked Him in the wilderness, and grieved Him in the desert!
          41 — Yes, again and again they tempted God, and limited the Holy One of Israel.
          42 — They did not remember His power: the day when He redeemed them from the enemy.
          43 — When He worked His signs in Egypt, and His wonders in the field of Zoan;
          44 — Turned their rivers into blood, and their streams, that they could not drink.
          45 — He sent swarms of flies among them, which devoured them, and frogs, which destroyed them.
          46 — He also gave their crops to the caterpillar, and their labor to the locust.
          47 — He destroyed their vines with hail, and their sycamore trees with frost.
          48 — He also gave up their cattle to the hail, and their flocks to fiery lightning.
          49 — He cast on them the fierceness of His anger, wrath, indignation, and trouble, by sending angels of destruction among them.
          50 — He made a path for His anger; He did not spare their soul from death, but gave their life over to the plague,
          51 — And destroyed all the firstborn in Egypt, the first of their strength in the tents of Ham.
          52 — But He made His own people go forth like sheep, and guided them in the wilderness like a flock;
          53 — And He led them on safely, so that they did not fear; but the sea overwhelmed their enemies.
          54 — And He brought them to His holy border, this mountain which His right hand had acquired.  (NKJV)

Psalm 78 reflects the plight of the people in Israel.  It seems as if many had forgotten God’s provisions; they had forgotten how He had kept them in the past.  Many times throughout Scripture, God says to remember your past, remember from whence you came.  They had forgotten God.  
       Our great nation, one founded on biblical principles, is in the midst of great trial.  It’s interesting that it is not a foreign war that is causing the turmoil, but the people within the country.  There are forces who would demean the United States, and they seek to tear it apart not knowing that they will be tearing apart the life that they know as well.  Israel was the same, by forgetting God they were facing the troubles that He was now allowing to come upon them.  We think that we only have troubles when we are in desolation, in the times of war–a wilderness so to speak.  However, “Spiritual failures do not occur only in wilderness moments when we are desolate and desolated:  They happen when we enjoy life to the full.” (George O. Wood)  There never has been a nation blessed like America, yet we are in the midst of ideological turmoil that is causing myriad problems emanating from the spiritual realm.
       What has happened?  I read recently that only 81% of the people in the country believe in God.  That’s the lowest it has ever been.  That only 37% of the ministers have a biblical worldview, and even lower among Catholics.  No wonder we are in trouble.  Where are the men of God?  Oh that’s right–they have been abolished in the name of feminism.  We are now in a “woke” society, transgenderism is the key world now.  No wonder we have grieved God; no wonder His patience has been tested.  Charles Spurgeon said, “It must have been difficult to forget [God’s power].  Such displays of divine power as those which smote Egypt with astonishment must have needed some more than usual effort to blot from the tablets of memory.”  
       This Fourth of July, go back and remember those dark days of the Revolution when it was win or be hung.  Remember the bloody footprints left in the snow by soldiers without proper footwear who continued to fight on.  Lexington, Concord, Bunker Hill, Saratoga, Valley Forge, Yorktown–revisit them in your mind.  Don’t let the pundits cause you to think of the flaws of those fighting for freedom, recognize the valor and honor and courage they had in fighting for our freedom–and, gaining it!  I think it was Paul Harvey who said that we had an “abundance of great men” to lead this country:  Washington, Henry, Adams both John and Samuel, Jefferson, Greene, Knox and many, many others.  Compare them to the leadership (?) of our country today.  My mercy…!
       Remember then, this Fourth, those years of turmoil that brought forth this nation into the world.  A nation dedicated to freedom, a nation dedicated to the propagation of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  This nation was indeed to be a “city on a hill,” a bright light shining for all to see.  Now there are those who would put a bushel over that light.  Do your part so that it will not happen.

               “When all thy mercies, O my God,
               My rising soul surveys,
               Transported with the view, I’m lost
               In wonder, love, and praise.”
                     –Joseph Addison

 

Coffee Percs

He was drinking his coffee. Returning from the kitchen, she poured him a second cup and then sat down to join him.”

                         –Luke Short  (The Deserters)
 
Howdy, Pard, how’re yuh perkin’ this mornin’?  Sure hope yur not boilin’ over.  Come on, Pard, that’s a joke.  I know the world is a serious place to be but this is ol’ Ira here holdin’ the coffeepot in his hands ready to pour yuh a cup.  Yuh could at least give me a little grin, or a smirk.  Too bad yuh didn’t come by yesterday.  The missus made some chicken enchiladas stuffed with jalapenos, poblanos and cheese and there were some left over.  I fired up some of that hen fruit, and covered them with that tasty sauce.  Guess it was sorta like huevos enchiladas.  Tasty, Pard, mighty tasty.
       It sure has been an interestin’ week to say the least.  I just cayn’t imagine people riotin’ over not bein’ able to kill the unborn.  That’s simply ignorant fools acting stupid, or maybe not–some of them have an agenda of murder, evil, and lawlessness.  They belong to the devil and are usherin’ in the way of the Man of Lawlessness–the Antichrist.  Unless these folk have a real conviction placed upon them and repent they are headed for perdition.  This is close to blasphemy, I reckon, for it slaps the Creator in the face for mankind was made in His image and they are takin’ the place of God in killing babies.
       We’ve come a long way since I was a kid, and from the looks at you…well, I’ll stop there.  I happened to watch the second episode of The Rifleman the other night.  The Book of Job was given in a paraphrase.  Can yuh imagine a show doin’ that today?  Why even some preachers won’t preach the Word, “the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.”  The Rifleman paused when he said that, then emphasized, “Blessed be the name of the Lord!”
       That’s a good thing to remember Pard.  In the bad, as well as the good, we should be blessin’ the Lord.  Too often, and I hate to admit Pard, I’m guilty of this once in a while, we sit ourselves down at the table to partake of the bounty before us an’ we plum forget Him.  Oh, we might mumble a short prayer, but we don’t think much ’bout what we’re sayin’.  If God is really in charge of our lives we need to be thankin’ Him for everything.
       Be thankin’ and prayin’ and watchin’ each step on this journey.  Be remindin’ yurself about the Lord, and yuh can also be remindin’ yur ownself to check that cinch.
        Vaya con Dios.