Echoes From the Campfire

It is a poor man who has not honor, but before you do a deed, think how you will think back upon it when old age comes. Do nothing that will shame you.”

                         –Louis L’Amour  (The Man From the Broken Hills)

       “Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing.”
                         –2 Timothy 4:8 (NKJV)
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The second portion of Psalm 92 is “Time for rest and reflection brings self-renewal.” (George O. Wood)  So often in life we are too busy going, going, going, that we don’t reflect enough upon where we’re going and the goodness of the Lord on the way.  Too often we get too busy with the going that we don’t focus enough on the Lord.  

          9 — For behold, Your enemies, O LORD, for behold, Your enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
        10 — But my horn You have exalted like a wild ox; I have been anointed with fresh oil.
        11 — My eye also has seen my desire on my enemies; my ears hear my desire on the wicked who rise up against me.
        12 — The righteous shall flourish like a palm tree, he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
        13 — Those who are planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God.
        14 — They shall still bear fruit in old age; they shall be fresh and flourishing,
        15 — To declare that the LORD is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.   (NKJV)

Yesterday we attended the 80th birthday of a friend.  Annie and I were talking with her and one of us mentioned that even though the body wastes away, the bones ache and grow weary the mind, especially regarding the things of the Lord and the Lord Himself stay invigorated.  The “horn” represents strength, and the “fresh oil” is the picture of joy in the midst of labor and work.  The oil is cleansing from the dirt and grime of the world.
       We live in the present, in the midst of this world of evil.  We look back at the past and what do we see?  Perhaps regret, perhaps lessons learned, but more and more I see the goodness of the Lord.  How He has kept me in the midst of troubles and concerns.  How His grace is sufficient.  How I might not have seen the blessings at the time, but looking back, I see them in abundance.  But wait!  Look forward, even in old age amidst the aches, pains, and sufferings the best is yet to come.  God wants us to be vital and praise Him through old age until the end of days.  Those who are aged can look and not only see, but know that we are rooted and grounded in the Lord.
       At church yesterday, we had a missionary who related that when he visits his home church he is always asked by his well-meaning friends, “When are you going to retire?”
His answer was, “When I am dead.”  For he understands that we do not stop in our endeavor to work for the Lord.  Oh, I might not “clog in the kitchen” anymore, but I still can do something for the Lord, if nothing else praise Him.  I mentioned what Annie’s uncle used to say.  He was a missionary to the Yaquis and also started Teen Challenge in Mexico.  When he was declared too old for the foreign mission field he told us that he didn’t retire, he just retreaded, and became a chaplain at a prison in Pennsylvania.  Aged, yes, but the work continues until Jesus comes.

               “O happy servant, he,
               In such employment found!
               He shall his Lord with rapture see,
               And be with honor crowned.”
                       –Philip Doddridge

 

Coffee Percs

He stopped talking and seemed to be grateful to just sit and sip his coffee for the moment.”

                    –Nathan Wright  (The Return)
 
Sorry for my mutterin’ and shakin’ my head when yuh came in.  The coffee’s hot, come on in and get a cup.  While yur a-pourin’, I’ll say out loud what I was mutterin’ — Pard, there’s strange things happenin’ in the land.  Go ahead and take a sip, while I tell yuh what I was ponderin’.  Strange!  Strange, ’cause it’s unnatural, plus the fact that’s it’s downright immoral.
       What am I talkin’ about?  Let me take a swaller, and I’ll tell yuh.  I don’t watch the news as it gets the bile a runnin’ in my gizzard, and seldom read the news for it causes my liver to quiver, but I came across a couple of things this past week.  The fellow’s name is Kirby and he’s some kind of spokeman, maybe for the Department of Defense.  He made the followin’ statement, “LGBTQ+ rights are a core part of our foreign policy.”  My mercy, Pard!  What happened to Biblical morality as bein’ a core part of our foreign policy?  Sendin’ out missionaries…?
       I need another swaller ‘fore goin’.  I saw a photo and my ol’ gizzard jumped up in a conniption fit.  Thought I was goin’ to spew it out like the Lord said He would do in regard to the lukewarm church in Revelation.  The “thing’s” name is Leigh Finke and it was named the “Woman of the Year” for Minnesota.  My, my, it/he/she was prancin’ around with pink hair, earrings a-danglin’, and lipstick.  Talk about depraved minds.  Makes me wonder, how long, Lord, how long?
       If’n that wasn’t enough to get my innards all riled up, we have to be concerned about the bankin’ system.  Pard, they’re after yur money, but more than that they’re wantin’ to set up a system.  A no-good system at that.  Good ol’ Ted Cruz is tryin’ to combat it by introducin’ a bill to prevent the government from establishin’ a central bank digital currency.
Pard, the “mark” is comin’ sooner or later.  Sure ‘nough makes a body want to have their guns clean and close t’ hand, as well as their soul clean and ready for the comin’ of the Lord.
       Well, all of that bein’ said, I made it through the week.  That’s enough of that stuff.  Where are the prophets?  What has happened to the pulpit?  But, all that cryin’ aside, it has to be.  All these things must come to pass before the trumpet sounds, but I think the ol’ archangel is gettin’ ready to shout.  Pard, yuh be sure that yur spiritual cinch is tight for there may be a whirlwind before the blast of that trumpet.
        Vaya con Dios.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

The legacy of a man is not the number behind his riches or debt but the integrity, purpose and honor of the man he was.”

                    –Kenneth S. Pratt  (Legacies of Spring)

       “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.”
                    –Romans 8:28 (NKJV)
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I used to like to wander trails that I found in the woods.  They were mostly deer trails of no significance, but they were fun to travel and not knowing what one might come across was part of the excitement, whether it be an animal or a grand vista.  I’ve heard speakers, most notably preachers, who start on a message–a divine purpose–when all of a sudden they start off on a “rabbit-trail” that more often than not amounts to nothing.  They follow this trail and that trail and never really get back to their original message–their purpose.
       I happened to be reading something from Barna a couple of weeks ago that caught my attention.  The more I pondered it, the more alarmed I became.  Teenagers (13,000 total) were asked to complete this sentence, “I would prefer to attend a church that supports…”  Ah, you may think they said, “missions” or “evangelism” or “discipleship.”  Here are the top five responses:

          –Ending extreme poverty (35%)
          –Positive mental health (35%)
          –Ending hunger and famines (34%)
          –Ending sexual abuse (34%)
          –Promoting racial justice (34%)

Look at these carefully.  None of them are necessarily a wrong issue, one that shouldn’t be addressed, but notice how it deals with the self, with a social gospel.  Where is the cry for the lost?  Where is the longing for heaven, to be like Christ, to bring glory and honor to God?  
       Notice the first three.  What is positive mental health?  Is it to make me feel good, or is it picking up my cross daily?  Ending extreme poverty, but is that realistic?  Notice, the implied socialism.  Jesus said the poor would be with us always (Matthew 26:11).  We are to do our part in helping the poor, but we are also to be good stewards.  Can we really end hunger and famines?  Hmmm, I recall that one of the horses in Revelation will bring famine (Revelation 6:5-6).  
       It is a noble thought to end sexual abuse and it should be…however, how can it happen when society is pushing for drag queens to read in schools, when transgender is thrown at us by educator and the media, when the abomination of the LGBTQ is demanded?  Sexual abuse–all of those fit that scenario in one form or another.  One more question, what is racial justice?  Is it giving reparations to minority groups for something that happened generations ago?  The more racial injustice that I see today is the fact that there are those who push for it.  Not that the pendulum has swung the other way, but that it is completely turned upside down.  Housing, made to make people equal–what happens?  In a few years it will be a slum.  Education with the emphasis on affirmative action, hmmm, does it work?  
       The above are good ideals, but where is the purpose of the church in those ideals?  You can have all the programs, redistribute all the wealth, but if the heart is not changed it will come to naught.  Which is more important:  temporal life upon this earth or eternal life with Christ?  Social issues do not make the gospel, they will follow the gospel.  But in fact, most of those wanting the changes above want to do away with the gospel of Jesus Christ.  

          “Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”
                    –Matthew 28:19-20 (NKJV)

 

Echoes From the Campfire

The trail we choose, will greatly determine who we will become on the journey.”

                         –Dan Arnold  (Bear Creek)

       “Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it.  Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.”
                         –Matthew 7:13-14(NKJV)
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A good friend of mine developed a study called, “The Journey.”  It speaks primarily of the Christian’s journey through life, but we all must realize that everyone, from the day they are born are in this journey called life.  As a baby enters this world, they have no concept of the journey at hand, and even through their primary and teen years they still are not cognizant of the journey, at least to its full extent.  The real shame is that so many grown ups, adults only by age, do not realize that this short life is a journey.
       There are some on this journey that refuse to see God’s wonderful offer of salvation.  It is there for them, the price was paid, the sacrifice was given.  They have only to reach out, repent, and accept the wondrous salvation provided by the Lord.  Instead, the have chose to mock Him, scorn Him, and some to the point of playing the fool and saying that God does not exist.  There are those who have turned the truth into a lie and are on the road to perdition.  Many want to disavow God, and seek other avenues even to the point of giving their lives over to the devil.  This journey is one that leads not only to death–the end of the journey–but also to the second death.
       The vast majority of people are on the merry-go-round of life.  The world turns, it twirls and they don’t know what to do.  Life is chaos for some; they live in confusion.  Others try and fail, try and fail, and stay on that endless cycle.  Others try many things thinking that they may finally get off the whirling of life.  Others seek the thrills, they want the tornado, until it brings destruction to them or their loved ones.  They are the simple, not caring about others.  Some are afraid of life, they are afraid of tomorrow, they are afraid even of their shadow.  Many cry, “stop the world I want to get off,” but that’s not the way it happens.  This life is to be lived, not shunned.
       However, there are some who find the gateway to living life with the Lord.  The gate is narrow (Matthew 7:13), the road may be rough and rugged, but it is the way to victory.  It will lead one to the heavenly shore and life eternal.  My Aunt Bern used to sing a song first recorded in 1927 by David Miller, but is actually older than that, most think around the time of the Civil War.

               “You’ve got to walk that lonesome valley,
               You’ve got to walk it by your self;
               There’s nobody else can walk it for you,
               You’ve gotta go there by yourself.”

It is true that each of use, even if we are traveling the same road, must walk our own walk.  The road may be the same, but the experiences different.  On this road of life that leads to heaven, we may have aid at times.  That is one reason the fellowship of the saints is so important.  A brother or a sister in the Lord, may smile or whisper words of encouragement to you.  They, at times, may even help you carry your load, but it is only for a while.  Some have the good fortune to have a spouse aid them alone the way.  But in the final analysis this walk–the journey–is yours and yours alone.  
       Now, don’t fret.  Even though you face life alone, for it is up to you to accept or reject the Lord, the Holy Spirit is there to guide us.  He is the Paracletos–the Advocate, the Helper, the Comforter, the Counselor.  In other words, He is the one to whom you can turn to for help along the journey.  Don’t think that for a moment you travel completely alone.  Be sure to read the Bible for it is your guide along the way.   In the light of eternity, troubles and trials are only for a moment.  Learn to think in light of eternity and press onward and upward.

               “I’m pressing on the upward way,
               New heights I’m gaining ev’ry day;
               Still praying as I’m onward bound,
               “Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.'”
                         –Johnson Oatman, Jr.