Echoes From the Campfire

A feller gets good at waiting—at least he does, if he hopes to survive.”

                    –J.V. James  (Old As Old Boots)

       “Wait on the LORD; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart; wait, I say, on the LORD!”
                    –Psalm 27: 14 (NKJV)
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I want to take a little more time with Ecclesiastes 7.  I mentioned yesterday that I noticed several things in these verses and went over a couple of them.  Now, let’s look at a little more.  I want to remind you of a couple of things regarding Ecclesiastes.  First, read the whole book before beginning to look at specific verses or you might get lost and forget the overall context.  Second, see Ecclesiastes as a whole.  Upon reading selected verses be sure and look at how it fits within the whole spectrum of the book.
       
               “It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise than for a man to hear the song of fools.  For like the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is that laughter of the fool.  This also is vanity.”    –Ecclesiastes 7:5-6 (NKJV)

       Here we see the mention of the song of the fools.   What could that song be?  Most likely it is not one particular song, but the general attitude of the fool.  A song with no merit, a song of mirth, a song that may mock the wise, or a song that has no value to it.  Ever wonder why there is such a glut of bad music?  Because it comes from the lips of a fool.  Listen–whenever the wise are rebuked, we hear the melody of the fool.  Rehobam comes to mind.  He was given wise counsel, but chose rather to heed the song of the fools.  He could have continued Solomon’s legacy, but chose to listen to the wrong voices.
       
               “Surely oppression destroys a wise man’s reason, and a bribe debases the heart.
               The end of a thing is better than its beginning; the patient in spirit is better than the proud in spirit.
               Do not hasten in your spirit to be angry, for anger rests in the bosom of fools.
               Do not say, ‘Why were the former days better than these?’  For you do not inquire wisely concerning this.”
                         –Ecclesiastes 7:7-10 (NKJV)

       “I sure wish I could do that over again.”  Have those words ever come from your mouth?  Why?  Is it because you did a haphazard job?  Maybe you didn’t take the work seriously.  This is important, that is why Paul admonishes us to work as unto the Lord.  Whatever we do, it should be done for the Lord.  There is much talk in Christian circles about second chances, but that must be kept in perspective.   There are some things that are concluded one time.  For instance, a project on a job with a due date.  It must come in, yet somehow and for some reason, it did not come in on time.  The company lost thousands of dollars, and guess what, the individual most likely lost their job.  “Oh, give me a second chance,” they cry, but they were singing the song of the fool–procrastinating, doing sloppy work…
       Look at those words, “The end of a thing is better than its beginning.”  It is one thing to start a project, another to finish.  When life comes to an end, hopefully you can say like Paul, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” (2 Timothy 4:7, NKJV)  Eternity is waiting for those who have kept the faith.  A fool’s perdition is for those who throughout their life sang the song of fools.  Look at what you accomplished.  A job well done.  Someone has said “At the end there is no idealism, no unrealistic expectations, no lack of awareness–all has happened, all has developed.”
       “Have patience, have patience, don’t be in such a hurry…”  Think of all the time you spent at red lights–futile.  Think of the minutes lost at checkout lanes–futile.  There is no reason to be angry over your situation, learn to be patient.  Luke writes, “By your patience possess your souls.” (21:19, NKJV)  Hold on!  Stand firm!  Be patient, endure the situation.  Take advantage of seemingly futile situations and make use of them.  Don’t gripe or become angry.  Don’t start singing the song of fools.  “Our haughty spirit pushes wisdom aside, and when it does we play the fool.” (Charles Swindoll)
       Why would you say the former days were better?  What has happened to make you think that?  Yes, there may have been some things better, but remember this–today, in this present life and society, is where God has placed you.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

What dual character he had—what contrast of thrill and pang, of blood and brain, of desert and civilization, of physical and spiritual, of nature and–”

                    –Zane Grey  (Wanderer of the Wasteland)

       “And patience develops strength of character in us and helps us trust God more each time we use it until finally our hope and faith are strong and steady.”
                    –Romans 5:4 (Living Bible)
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Turn your attention and Bibles to the seventh chapter of Ecclesiastes.  I want to point out a few things that I’ve noticed in the first ten verses.  First, when someone brings your name up among a group of people what do they think of you?  Jokester?  Serious?  Clown?  Scholar?  Athlete?  Nerd?  And we can add to the list.  Who are you?  Look at the verse phrase of verse one, “A good name is better than precious ointment.”  What kind of influence do you have?  It seems that so much attention is drawn in today’s society to the infamous (i.e., Billy the Kid, Doc Holiday, the rebels of any era).  Why?  Are they the kind of people that should be emulated?  
       Dale A. O’Shields says this about a good name, “A truly good name comes from qualities that go beneath surface interactions and impressions of life.  It is the result of integrity, depth of character and sincerity.”  Do people say, “there goes good ol’ _______, I remember them because of ________”? now you fill in the blanks with thoughts of your life.  One of the greatest compliments given to me was from a former student.  He was a sharp kid, a tough kid and a kind of rascal.  He came back to school one day several years after graduating and asked some questions of how I was doing, how my classes were going.  I smiled at him and replied, “What do you think?”  He slapped me on the shoulders and said that was what he liked about me–keeping a standard and being stable.  Your character then–does it count?  What does it smell like?
       Next I want you to contemplate deeply the next few verses:

               “And the day of death [is better] than the day of one’s birth; better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting, for that is the end of all men; and the living will take it to heart.  Sorrow is better than laughter, for by a sad countenance the heart is made better.  The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.”
                              –Ecclesiastes 7:1-4 (NKJV)

When you go to a funeral it causes you to think.  Most of us can remember the last funeral we went to and what took place.  We can remember the person who died, but few recall the last party, and how much of an impression it made upon the soul.  We quickly find that entertainment becomes shallow.  What is its meaning?  Why do we seek it so much?  Perhaps it is because we do not want to take the time to think of the serious things of life.  It is more fun to party-hardy than to think of where one’s eternal soul will end up.
       Paul writes to the Philippians, “For I am hard-pressed between the two, having a desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better.  Nevertheless to remain in the flesh is more needful for you.” (1:23-24, NKJV)  Do you remember the last joke you heard?  Can you recall if you laughed?  Perhaps it would do us good to stroll through a graveyard one in a while, look at the stones and think of the people who shaped lives.  Go to Arlington some day and just walk through the rows of crosses, and visit the Tomb of the Unknown.  Are you laughing?  See, death transforms values.  It puts life into the proper perspective.
        I remember a trying time in the life of my family.  We were attending a church where all of a sudden the popular thing to do was to laugh.  Laughter became the norm of any service instead of the Word of God.  I asked the pastor, “Where was the godly sorrow?  Where was the repentant heart?   Where was the weeping over souls?”  People were laughing at sin rather than falling on their knees repenting of sin.
       There is nothing wrong in feasting, nothing wrong in going to a party, but we must guard against that becoming what we are known for–the party animal.  Fun, fun, fun, but life is serious.  There was a time when the disciples went to Jesus and asked why He didn’t instruct them to fast.  He said that at the moment He was with them, but when He was gone they would need to fast.  Work while it is light, for the night is coming when no man can work.  Part of that work involves the development of a good character.  “As our character is, so is our hope and prospect.  We gain or lose both worlds.” (Charles Bridges)

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Ah, see you’re back among the living.  How are you doing, my friend?” inquired Rev. Chapman of the patient.  The man didn’t say anything, but just stared upward.  Finally he moved his head some to meet the gaze of the preacher.  “Providence sure took care of you this time.”
       “If what you mean by ‘Providence’ is fate, I’ll agree with you,” came his quiet, yet tart reply.
       “Oh no, God was involved.  By rights you should be dead, either from the appendix bursting in the next few seconds, or a bullet by Marshal Forrest.  No, God was involved in your destiny.  You should accept that.”
       The man, Fred Dover, started to move then moaned.  “Be still!  You don’t want to break open that wound,” commanded the preacher.  “Would you like something to drink?”
       A smile appeared on the man’s face.  “Whiskey.”
       Rev. Chapman let out a little laugh.  “Sorry, this establishment does not carry such refreshments as, uh, whiskey.  But there is a pitcher of water waiting to be poured for you when you woke.”
       The preacher rose from where he was sitting and went to where the pitcher of water was located, picked up a glass and poured it half full.  “Here, lift up your head some.  Drink this.  You lost a lot of blood, and you’ve been out for a little over four hours.”
       He did as he was told, finishing the glass, then handing it back to the preacher.  “Want more?”
       Dover shook his head, “Not right now.”  He then moved his eyes up and down the preacher.  “You’ve been here the whole time?”
       “I told you I wouldn’t leave your side,” stated Rev. Chapman, shaking his head.  “The Lord surely must have something for you to do besides robbing hardworking women trying to make a living.”
       The man didn’t say anything, just turned his gaze back toward the ceiling.  “Was, was anyone hurt?  I heard a shot.”
       “Your friend, Clem stayed and helped Doctor Jones with the surgery.  He’s sitting down in the jail right now.  His brother?  Lige?  He shot, but fortunately the bullet didn’t hit anyone, after he fired, he ran out the door and rode away before anyone could go after him.  We all helped take care of you,” informed the Rev. Chapman.
       The man gave sort of a half moan and a sigh.  “I’m tired, but I don’t hurt like before,” he said as his eyes were begging to close.  Quickly they opened again, and with a half-smile he said, “You can go home now Preacher-man.  I’m going to sleep.”
       Patting him on the shoulder, Rev. Chapman said softly, “You rest.  Tell Doctor Jones if you would like to see me.”
                  * * * * *
       Sheriff Gold was sitting at the table having returned from Silverton.  With him was Doc Jones, Mateo, and Molly.  “Heard there was excitement while I was gone.  I saw a prisoner in the jail.  Anyone want to tell me what happened?”
       He looked at each of us, finally I persuaded Doc to tell the story from beginning to end.  Charlie sat and listened intently.  When Doc was finished Charlie asked about the patient.
       “Oh, he’s doing fine, Charlie, ask Molly,” I remarked pointing at her with my now empty cup.
       She smiled the way she does with a slight laugh.  “Emelda has taken a liking to him.  Or maybe I should say that he had taken a liking to her enchiladas.  If she keeps feeding him the way she is, the man will have to roll out of bed.”
       Charlie turned his attention to Doc Jones.  “So when can we move him down to the jail?”
       “Tomorrow, maybe.  If not, then the next day for sure.  I just don’t want him breaking those stitches loose.”
       I stood up to grab the coffeepot and fill everyone’s cup again.  When I was pouring Charlie’s cup, he asked, “Think I should go looking for the other brother?”
       “I wouldn’t worry about it right now.  With Clem in jail, we’ll wait and see if he doesn’t come back to help him out.  We’ll get him then,” I said while finishing pouring the coffee.  “You’ve got your hands full with that situation up in Silverton.”
       Charlie just had a sip, and was just getting ready to tell us what was happening when the Parson burst through the door.  “He’s gone…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Above all, I was a fighting man. . . it was deeply ingrained in my being, a part of me. Hurt, I would fight; dying, I would still try to fight.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (The Sackett Brand)

      “Fight the worthwhile battle of the faith, keep your grip on that life eternal to which you have been called, and to which you boldly professed your loyalty before many witnesses.”

                    –1 Timothy 6:12 (Phillips)
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I’m going to finish Psalm 89 this morning.  There are several verses, but read them slowly, contemplating on what is being said and how it relates to you.  Remember, God is on our side no matter what the circumstances look like, no matter what seems to be the dictation of the situation.  “God is faithful; his will must ultimately triumph; but whether or not we triumph depends upon how we relate ourselves to that will.” (W. Graham Scroggie)

          38 — But You have cast off and abhorred, You have been furious with Your anointed.
          39 — You have renounced the covenant of Your servant; You have profaned his crown by casting it to the ground.
          40 — You have broken down all his hedges; You have brought his strongholds to ruin.
          41 — All who pass by the way plunder him; he is a reproach to his neighbors.
          42 — You have exalted the right hand of his adversaries; You have made all his enemies rejoice.
          43 — You have also turned back the edge of his sword, and have not sustained him in the battle.
          44 — You have made his glory cease, and cast his throne down to the ground.
          45 — The days of his youth You have shortened; You have covered him with shame.   Selah
          46 — How long, LORD?  Will You hide Yourself forever?  Will Your wrath burn like fire?
          47 — Remember how short my time is; for what futility have You created all the children of men?
          48 — What man can live and not see death?  Can he deliver his life from the power of the grave?   Selah
          49 — Lord, where are Your former lovingkindnesses, which You swore to David in Your truth?
          50 — Remember, Lord, the reproach of Your servants–how I bear in my bosom the reproach of all the many peoples,
          51 — With which Your enemies have reproached, O LORD, with which they have reproached the footsteps of Your anointed.
          52 — Blessed be the LORD forevermore!  Amen and Amen.

This is directed to the nation of Israel.  Think of it, David, Solomon, then there is turmoil and the nation is split in two.  It is said that desperate circumstances demand desperate measures and that is true of Israel, and could be of each of our lives.  Idolatry, the loss of identity, false worship–Jeroboam had constructed golden calves and encouraged the people to worship them.  Oh woe to the nation who forgets God.  Within two centuries Israel ceased to exist as a nation.
       John I. Durham points out, “It is no accident that unchanging love is used five times in this psalm and faithfulness seven times.”  Even with the questions brought forward toward the end of the Psalm there is a final note of praise and triumph shown.  It seems that God is hiding Himself from Israel (and He has), and the psalmist is asking how long.
How long will Israel be forgotten?  We may say the same thing when we are facing circumstances that seem overwhelming.  How long? we may cry.  Read the last verse, then go back and read verse one.  “The unchanging faithfulness of God, forever reliable and firm, is a glorious treasure to believers.”  (Steven J. Lawson)
       God is faithful even when it seems He has forgotten and hidden Himself from you.  He will bring you through–hang on.  In tough times we need to be like the old cowboy in the midst of the storm and “just hunker down.”  He will lift us up; He will see us through.  “How blessed to lift our eyes above this scene of ruin, and behold One who is faithful in all things, at all times.”  (Arthur W. Pink)

               “If all were easy, if all were bright,
               Where would be the cross, where would be the fight?
               But in the hardness, God gives to you
               Chances for proving what He can do.”
                        –unknown