Echoes From the Campfire

I must differ with you about work being low down. No honest work is that. It is idleness that is low down.”

                         –Zane Grey  (The Call of the Canyon)
 
       “Man goes out to his work and to his labor until the evening.”
                         –Psalm 104:23 (NKJV)
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T. S. Eliot wrote, “humans cannot bear very much reality.”  They would rather live in a world of fantasy, dreams–a land of wokeness and illusion.  Truth for them is hard to handle so they make up their own truth to suit their needs or agenda.  There is soft diplomacy, political correctness in all of its foolishness, the deconstruction of terms (i.e., sin, dead).  People try to cover up their blemishes wanting that perfect face or body.  Ah, but truth cannot be hidden.
       Ecclesiastes 10 reminds us of our folly.  Two things that have always frustrated me in my work, my career, my life is the folly of mediocrity and incompetence.  In our society today we cannot get away from incompetence or the mediocre worker.  Look with me at verses 6-11 of chapter 10.

          6 — Folly is set in great dignity, while the rich sit in a lowly place.
          7 — I have seen servants on horses, while princes walk on the ground like servants.
          8 — He who digs a pit will fall into it, and whoever breaks through a wall will be bitten by a serpent.
          9 — He who quarries stones may be hurt by them, and he who splits wood may be endangered by it.
        10 — If the ax is dull, and one does not sharpen the edge, then he must use more strength; but wisdom brings success.
        11 — A serpent may bite when it is not charmed; the babbler is no different.  (NKJV)

A fool is a person who will not accept the truth.  Look for a moment at the work place.  Who is the Boss?  How do you treat him?  Do you grumble at the work that you are given?  Hmmm, perhaps we should move this into the area of life–who is the “Boss” of your life?  Do you grumble when He puts a task before you?  
       Work while you have the opportunity.  Gone is the Puritan Work Ethic, the idea that whatever you do you should do to the best of your ability for it is unto the Lord that you work.  He has given you the ability, the strength, and the knowledge to get through this life.  More and more I see the Peter Principle put into action–the placing of the incompetent in places of authority.  And that is true of us who elect our political officials.  Look at the incompetence.
       For a moment look at the situation presented in the verses above, then at the danger.  Throughout life you will find that there are at times inevitable risks, but there is also the fact of inexcusable stupidity.  Look at the situation of digging a pit–the danger is that you may fall into it.  When you break through a wall do you consider what is on the other side?  It may be a snake.  The one who quarries stones always faces the danger of being hurt by falling stones.  Oh my, have I seen the next one put into action on more than one occasion; the person who splits logs incompetently is endangering himself and maybe others nearby.  When you chop wood, make sure the blade is sharp for it makes the work go easier, but the incompetent overexerts himself, while the mediocre person will not take the time to sharpen the ax and will only cut part of the wood–enough for today, but not for tomorrow.
       Wisdom thinks ahead.  It seeks and knows the truth then acts upon it.  The wise man seeks out the Lord, while the fool says that God does not exist.  The wise realizes that he needs a Savior, and that eternal looms closer every day.  The fool, the incompetent, doesn’t see the end.  He lives for himself for the day only.  So, I would say, “Incline your ear to wisdom, and apply your heart to understanding.” (Proverbs 2:2, NKJV)

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Miles is on his way to Silverton to check on the communities in the area as Sheriff Gold remained in Durango caring for his wife.  Miles enjoyed riding Hawk and traveling in the fresh air of the high country.  But, when evening came, he had an unusual experience.  Let’s go join Miles back in the days of yore along the trail.
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       I kept my eyes closed when I woke up the next morning.  I laid still, listening.  There was a Camp Robber Jay nearby up in a spruce, and I could hear the stream cascading over the rocks not far away.  Other than that everything was quiet so I opened my eyes, filling my hand first with my pistol.  My head was against my saddle and the blanket from my bedroll was over me.  
       Leaning forward, I looked around.  I picked up the blanket, then looked some more.  Sitting on a rock where I had built a small fire was a cup.  Standing to my feet, I glanced over at Hawk.  He was munching on some tender sprouts that were up in the early spring.  I turned my gaze up toward the hills on either side of the road.  What had happened?
       Holstering my gun, I went over to get a fire started for morning coffee and a bite of breakfast.  Seeing that there were still a few live coals left I added some kindling, and began to fan it with my hat.  I had to smile as I wondered how many fires had I fanned to flame with this old hat over the years.  It didn’t take long to get a small blaze, so I placed some more kindling on the flame then added a few larger pieces from a broken branch.
       I put some bacon in a small skillet, and took out a day-old biscuit from the diner.  Soon, I had the coffee boiling and bacon fried and was ready for a quick breakfast while still pondering the events or dream from last night.  My plan was to make it to Molas Pass, which was a little over twenty miles away.  It shouldn’t be too much of a problem unless there was an obstacle along the way.  
       The air was cool enough for me to put on my heavier jacket and turn up the collar.  At least it was clear with no sign of rain or snow, but up here in the high country that could change in a matter of minutes.  Hawk was satisfied to plod along, not even showing a desire to trot.  It made me think that Hawk wasn’t used to the high altitude any more, plus the fact he was getting older.  That made me pause in my thinking…that meant I was getting older as well.
       All along the road there were rivulets of water coming down from the higher elevations.  The road wasn’t wet, but along the edges it was.  Hawk took his time walking pretty much down the middle of the road.  There were a few times when we had to give way to wagons coming from the opposite direction, but we didn’t have to stop.  The drivers always waved, and I gave them a salute back.  I can remember when this road was crowded with wagons going and coming, but the railroad put an end to the heavy traffic.  Oh, there were still plenty of wagons and pack mules, but not like it was before the trains came.
       I stopped a couple of times in the morning for Hawk to drink from a stream, and to give him a breather.  At noon, I pulled off to a little pond, made a fire for coffee and ate the last ham sandwich that Molly had packed.  I drank deeply from the cold stream water that flowed into the pond, then went to work on the ham sandwich while waiting for the coffee to boil.  It wouldn’t take long, I used only enough for one cup of coffee.
       We easily made it to the summit of Molas Pass where the sun was shining brightly.  I wanted to camp a little ways down, that way I could be in Silverton the next morning.  Moving down off the pass we passed into shadows, and the temperature dropped.  It seemed that the sun was going down rapidly, being away from the setting sun.  The whole canyon was in the shade.  I looked for a place where there was a spring runoff for fresh water to camp.  In a few minutes I was reining Hawk into a grove of aspens, mixed with a few evergreens.  I took care of Hawk, then went about camp business.
       That night after finishing my supper, I leaned back against my saddle when I heard a noise.  It was very faint and I was sure it was footsteps.  I jumped when I heard the voice.  “Slowing down, Miles,” came a soothing voice.  “But that’s to be expected at your age,” which was followed by a little chuckle.
       I didn’t see anyone, but I could hear the voice, and felt a presence in the camp.  “I won’t bother with your coffee, I had some last night and I don’t reckon it’s any better tonight.”
       Then He appeared, haunched down across the fire.  “Fire’s dying down; there’ll be a need to stir the embers to get a flame.”  I leaned forward picking up a stick stirring up the embers and adding some larger pieces of wood to it.
       “Life’s sort of the same way.  We get used to going along, then sometimes dissatisfied with the direction of our lives and we forget the gifts that I have given.  Remember, all this was started with a small flame in an upper room back in Jerusalem.  The fire will continue, but you have the duty to stir yours up.”
       I could see Him stand and start to move away into the aspens.  Wait!” I hollered.
       He turned, and I thought I saw a smile.  “When you get to Silverton, I’ll do some stirring for you.  I want to see your flame burning brightly again.”
       I hit the side of my head a couple of times.  I knew I wasn’t seeing things, but it had been many years since I had been visited that way.   The first thing that came to my mind was when the Lord visited Abraham.  That was the last thing until…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

A man needs a push sometimes. He needs something outside of himself.”

                    –Louis L’Amour  (High Lonesome)

       “Immediately the Spirit drove Him into the wilderness.”
                    –Mark 1:12 (NKJV)         
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“When the heart is full, it brims over in some outward act of devotion,” said the preacher F.B. Meyer.  The key here is “heart is full.”  One reason that there may be little done for God is that the heart is full of other things.  We get too full of the world, we get dissatisfied with our life, and therefore, the heart is full of other things.  Look today at the first part of Psalm 95.

          1 — Oh come, let us sing to the LORD!  Let us shout joyfully to the Rock of our salvation.
          2 — Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving; let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms.
          3 — For the LORD is the great God, and the great King above all gods.
          4 — In His hand are the deep places of the earth; the heights of the hills are His also.
          5 — The sea is His, for He made it; and His hands formed the dry land.
          6 — Oh come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the LORD our Maker.
          7 — For He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture, and the sheep of His hand….   (NKJV)

       Here, in this Psalm, we are given an invitation.  An grand invitation to worship the King of kings.  The Psalm is declaring the greatness of God, and it is our choice, but also our responsibility and obligation to give proper reverence.  This is a call for the people of God to worship the Lord.  
       We see in these few verses the idea of the Creator, the Sovereign God, and the Shepherd.  Often, because of daily struggles or events we become disillusioned with God.  We get dry, bitter, and our thoughts regarding the regal Person of God are not scriptural.  When that happens we turn to Psalm 95 and remember who He is.
       God is our Rock, our “steadfast sufficiency and security” (Lawson) so lets worship joyfully.  God blesses us more than abundantly therefore we need to praise Him for His many blessings and show proper gratitude.  We should worship God, not only for His mighty deeds, but simply because He is–He is God!  The term “bow down” means “the total self-humiliation, submission, and adoration to be rendered by those who approach God.” (Lawson)  
       He blesses us, He leads us, He feeds us for He is the good Shepherd.  Worship Him with your mouth, your thoughts, your actions, your full-being.  I like what the great English preacher, Joseph Parker said, “God! God! God! Best defined when undefined; a Fire that may not be touched; a Life too great for shape of image; a Love for which there is no equal name. Who is He? God. What is He? God. Of whom begotten? God. He is at once the question and the answer, the self-balance, the All.”

               “Where no fruit appears to cheer them
               And they seem to toil in vain,
               Then in mercy, Lord, draw near them,
               Then their sinking hopes sustain,
               Thus supported, let their zeal revive again.”
                         –Thomas Kelly