Echoes From the Campfire

A man’s stature has nothing to do with anything but size and sometimes strength. It doesn’t add one ounce of good sense or a good soul.”

                         –Lou Bradshaw  (True Blue)

       “He gives power to the weak, and to those who have no might He increases strength.”
                         –Isaiah 40:29 (NKJV)
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                    “And what more shall I say?  For time will fail me if I tell of . . . Samson . . . who by faith conquered kingdoms….”
                                   –Hebrews 11:32-33 (NASB)

       Samson, who was he?  A conqueror or deviant?  A valiant warrior or lustful failure.  He was a man moved by the Spirit of God, and a man moved by his unbridled lusts.  He was a judge in the time when the nation needed one.  He was a deliverer when the nation needed one.  Yet, could he have done more?  For sure, he was a man of passion for everything, the good and the bad, and was pursued with zeal.  Warren W. Wiersbe said of Samson that he was “bold before men, weak before women.”  Wiersbe also wrote, using Winston Churchill’s words to describe Samson, “Samson was a riddle wrapped up in a mystery inside an enigma.”
       We cannot make excuses for his choices.  Choices belong to the person whether right or wrong; the same must be said about the consequences of those choices.  However, in saying that it must be noted that Samson was a man of faith and is specifically mentioned in the Book of Hebrews “chapter of faith.”
       First, we must look at the times in which Samson lived.

                    “Now the sons of Israel again did evil in the sight of the LORD, so that the LORD gave them into the hands of the Philistines forty years.”
                                   –Judges 13:1 (NASB)

What strikes me first is the word “again.”  Over and over, God’s chosen people did evil in His sight.  Even with His great longsuffering the evil must have been great for Him to give them over to their enemies.  This should gain our attention!  How long before the Lord turns us over to our enemies?  By enemies, I don’t necessarily mean a foreign nation, but ideas foreign to those of God.  Men and women who have openly declared themselves hostile to the Bible and the things of God.  Israel was a chosen people–chosen by God to be a witness and light to the world.  They failed.  As Christians, we should heed their example and not follow it, but be the light which God has called us to be.
       The second thing that caught my attention is what is not said.  The people did not cry out for deliverance.  In times past they did so when oppressed, but now they had become complacent–satisfied with their life under the Philistines.  Israel, especially the Tribe of Dan, was becoming assimilated into Philistine culture.  They no longer were separated unto God, a holy people, but now intermarried and practiced the worship of false gods.  They didn’t forget Yahweh, but they didn’t know Him either.  They practiced using pagan methods in their worship of Yahweh.  “It’s frightening how quickly we can get accustomed to bondage and learn to accept the status quo.” (Wiersbe)  Satisfaction can be dangerous especially when the culture becomes lax in their morals and recognizing the Most Holy God.  Similar to what is being pushed in our faces now–progressive democracy, cross culture, change of culture and add to that all of the genderizing that is going on in our midst.
       Along comes Samson, a man who will be used by God to “rock the boat.”  He will begin to deliver the people from the hand of the Philistines.  He will start to the deliverance of a people who didn’t want to be delivered (a far cry from Egypt and other Judges).  Samson did not have the favor of the people, but he had the favor of God who chose him to be a deliverer and judge for twenty years.  He worked alone to deliver–remember that.  One final thought:  Dan is not mentioned in David’s census nor among the tribes listed in Revelation, hmmm.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

The man jerked his arm off Molly and swung a roundhouse at me.  Easily I ducked under it, but I had to do something quick with the other men who were rushing me.  Fortunately, one ran into the man who took the swing and I was able to grab a chair that was there against the wall and with all my might I struck the man.  He went down in a lump and laid there, giving me a moment to get my bearings.  The chair had broken off and I still had a piece of it in my hands.
       It wasn’t looking good, but at least one was out for a little while.  I’m not a big man, but I’ve been in my share of brawls and I’ve found that often the first to strike and to do it with audacity often wins the fight.  Both of the men I was facing were bigger than me, but they also had a little too much of the devil’s juice in them.   Instead of letting them come at me I rushed swinging the chair leg like a club.
       I concentrated my blows on the man who accostosted Molly, but that left my side vulnerable to the blows of the other man.  They weren’t expecting my aggression and both took a step backward as I rushed.  The man I was bludgeoning backed away holding his head, that gave me time to concentrate on the other.  I wasn’t fast enough and caught a fist alongside the jaw.  One thing, even though the smaller man, I was able to take a punch.   Instead of swinging the chair leg like a club I used it as a spear and rammed it right in the breadbasket then followed with a thrust toward the face catching the man’s lower lip taking out some of his teeth.  Both of them were bent over holding their injuries, the one bleeding from the mouth.  The shame of it was that the man who started it all came out the least hurt.  
       Glaring at him I faked a step toward him, but a grunt from the man on the ground took my attention.  I looked at him then thumped him once more on the head.  The other two men started backing up.  I threw the chair leg as hard as I could toward the instigator hitting him square in the back.  They took off, almost knocking people over who had stopped to watch the fracas, leaving their compadre unconscious.
       I looked over at Molly who was giving me a look somewhere between a frown and concern.  I just had to give her one of my grandest smiles, then took her arm.  “Come along, dear.  Let’s move away from these ruffians,” I said with a snicker.
       “Miles, we’re in a strange town and you find yourself in trouble.  Why am I not surprised?”
       “Trouble?” I responded.  “Tweren’t nothing, but I was a mite concerned with three of them.  Good thing they were some tipsy or it could have gone the other way.  I’m still hungry, how ’bout you?”
       The crowd was now dispersing, the fun gone, and let us through.  We walked down three buildings where we entered the cafe.  A matronly-looking woman came to take our order bringing coffee with her.  Molly settled on the rainbow trout and I ordered a porterhouse.  She wasn’t unfriendly, reckon she had things on her mind, but I couldn’t get a smile from her.  I stopped her before she went to the kitchen, “Be sure and save a piece of pie for me.”
       I looked around the room and nodded at some men at one table, and a couple sitting at another.  Always try to put out my good side.  The waitress returned.  “No pie!” she declared.  “The last piece was et this mornin’.  Try Cecil’s Eatery, she tries to keep pie on hand.”
       That name sounded familiar, but I just couldn’t recollect.  Been a lot of names through the years and they’re floating around in my noggin not lighting anywhere.  “How about Tor Vincent, he still sheriff?”
       She shook her head.  “He was jumped a year ago outside the Silver Slipper.  Beat to death he was.  Sheriff now is Bill Turner.”  Before I could say anything else she turned back toward the kitchen.
       When I turned back to look at Molly she was slowly shaking her head.  “The Lord sure does smile down on foolish men,” she declared.
       I gave her a quizzical look.
       “Three men jumped and killed the sheriff…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

I think we all should go to the mountains more often. We should stand alone and look on the peaks and the valleys.”

                         –Louis L’Amour  (Under the Sweetwater Rim)

       “The LORD looks down from heaven upon the children of men, to see if there are any who understand, who seek God.”
                         –Psalm 14:2 (NKJV)
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       “True revival always returns God’s people to fresh and vivid emphasis on the holiness and righteousness of God, His judgment on sin, true repentance, and the overflowing effect of personal conversions to Christ.”  (Max Anders)  Psalm 85 is a cry for revival.  Revival always starts with the individual, with the heart.  Often we get sluggish in our life regarding our walk with God and we need the flame kindled anew–that is revival.  Revival is when the warning in Revelation given to those who lost their first love find it again and live like it.  Eugene Peterson wrote, “O God, when my faith gets overladen with dust, blow it clean with the wind of your Spirit.  When my habits of obedience get stiff and rusty, anoint them with the oil of your Spirit.  Restore the enthusiasm of my first love for you.”

          1 — LORD, You have been favorable to Your land; You have brought back the captivity of Jacob.
          2 — You have forgiven the iniquity of Your people; You have covered all their sin.    Selah
          3 — You have taken away all Your wrath; You have turned from the fierceness of Your anger.
          4 — Restore us, O God of our salvation, and cause Your anger toward us to cease.
          5 — Will You be angry with us forever?  Will You prolong Your anger to all generations?
          6 — Will You not revive us again, that Your people may rejoice in You?
          7 — Show us Your mercy, LORD, and grant us Your salvation.  (NKJV)

       The people must have been experiencing some great difficulty.  It seemed as if the anger of the Lord was upon them.  But, remember, if it comes from the Lord it is to teach a lesson, to discipline, to help us grow, and above all to bring us closer to Him.  Whether it be a national calamity or personal, God wants repentance and for us to draw close to Him.  The Psalmist prays that God will restore.  That indicates that there was once right relationship.
       People are often unforgiving, but not so the Lord.  He is ready to forgive when there is true repentance.  When there is the heart’s desire for renewed and righted relationship.  God is forgiving, why?  Because of His mercy, or as some versions translate, His “unfailing love.”  Through God’s mercy sins are forgiven.  We need to pray honestly that God would work through our sluggishness and disregard for His Word and a personal relationship with Him and “grant us your salvation out of our present problems and spiritual apathy.” (Anders)
                       
               “Many mighty men are lost,
               Daring not to stand,
               Who for God had been a host
               By joining Daniel’s band.
               Dare to be a Daniel,
               Dare to stand alone!
               Dare to have a purpose firm;
               Dare to make it known.”
                        –Philip P. Bliss

 

Coffee Percs

He brought a coffeepot from his gear and dipped water from the stream. He was a practical man, and he liked his coffee.”

                         –Louis L’Amour  (The Key-Lock Man)
 
Pard, can’t get the words out of my mind.  Go ahead, the coffee’s on the stove.  Those words by that ol’ Wyoming cowpoke LeDoux keep singin’ in my mind, “I can’t ride the broncos anymore…”  Yuh remember it?  “There’s a lot of parts on me that don’t work no more.”  My aches and pains remind me of those days, and my land, let me tell yuh that I even have to hang on to the rockin’ chair.  Sometimes it gets to movin’ an’ I’d swear it was tryin’ to throw me.
       What’s yuh smilin’ about?  Jist you wait, one of these days yu’ll be ridin’ that wooden frame.  They’ll probably have to add a seatbelt to keep yuh in that chair.  Nah, just kiddin’ with yuh, drink yur coffee.  By lookin’ at yuh, I reckon yu’ve got at least fifty or sixty miles left in yuh.  At least yur not out runnin’ with the rats.  Oh, and speakin’ of rats, remember election time starts next week here in Texas.  We sure want to keep home and hearth safe for there’s a push to bring in those fuzzy thinkin’ liberals.  Wish we could throw all those ideas in the trash can.  Once a people move away from God…well, it’s easier to keep moving thataway.  
       Ahhhh, that coffee’s good this mornin’.  I’m not doin’ any worryin’ over the outcome.  The Lord’s in charge anyhow.  My mercy, though, ain’t the country goin’ crazy?  All kinds of shenanigans happenin’.  Need to pray for an awakenin’ like the such that’s happened before in this country.  That’s the only way to keep from the Lord’s judgment.
       Say, Pard, yuh be doin’ right!  The road is still before us, we just don’t move as fast as we used to on it.  But those words by LeDoux keep ringin’, “Well a man can’t spend his life in reflection, just thinkin’ about the way things used to be…”  Yeehaw, hang on Pard, the Lord is gettin’ ready to ride!  Yuh best check yur cinch now.
         Vaya con Dios.