Echoes From the Campfire

He always seemed two baths short of Saturday.”
                    –Cliff Hudgins  (The Weathervane Ranch)

       “How much more, then, will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God!”

                    –Hebrews 9:14 (NIV)
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I want to continue with some thoughts regarding yesterday’s devotion on righteousness.  To start, we need some background information.  We’ll start with the Tabernacle.  Inside the walls was the brazen altar.  It was a messy, gruesome, bloody place where the priests continually made sacrifices for the people.  It shows us that to enter God’s presence we must come first to the place of sacrifice.
       Between the altar and the Tent of Meeting was the laver.  Think of this, the priests were making sacrifices but before they could enter the Tent of Meeting they had to stop at the altar and wash their hands and feet.  They had already gone through purification rights before making the sacrifice, but now they had to stop and wash their hands and feet again.  They had become stained with blood, dust, dirt, and therefore the priest had to cleanse himself.
       Now to the New Testament and on to the upper room.  We see Jesus, stooped over, a rag in hand and He is washing the disciples’ feet.  He comes to Peter, where Peter asks, “Lord, are You washing my feet?” (John 13:6, NKJV)  Jesus tries to explain, but impetuous Peter continues, “‘You shall never wash my feet!’  Jesus answered him, ‘If I do not wash you, you have no part with Me.'” (13:8, NKJV)  
       Peter still did not understand, but he wanted the Lord.  He cried out and said, “Give me a bath.” (my paraphrase of 13:9)  “Jesus said to him, ‘He who is bathed needs only to wash his feet, but is completely clean; and you are clean, but not all of you.'” (13:10, NKJV)  Back to the tabernacle–the priest was clean, but on his way to the Tent of Meeting, his hands and feet became dirty.  They needed washing.  We, after accepting Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior are clean, but through the toils of the day we get dirty and need our “hands and feet” cleaned.  Not a new salvation, but some cleansing.  That’s why John writes, “If we confess our sins, (this is going to the laver, or having our feet washed) He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9, NKJV)
       Journeying through this world we come in contact with evil.  Our lives have become tainted, we’re stained.  But we don’t ask for salvation again, we asked for the cleansing power of Jesus to sweep over us.  The “dirt” of the day needs to be washed away.  We don’t need a bath, but only our hands and feet need to be clean.  The altar took care of the sin; we start to go meet with the Lord in righteousness, but before we get to Him, we are stained by the world and are in need of cleansing.  
       This is only a short synopsis of the symbols, therefore it needs more contemplation by you.  Another aspect to look at is the importance of being “clean” before we meet with the Lord.  When we partake of the Lord’s Supper we need to make sure our hearts are clean.  This is all symbolized by the washing.  It is why, when we lay our heads on our pillows at night, we pray that the Lord forgive us our sins of the day; it is part of that cleansing.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

The kind of reptile that kills from ambush don’t deserve any consideration.”

                         –William MacLeod Raine  (Mavericks)

       “But when Paul had gathered a bundle of sticks and laid them on the fire, a viper came out because of the heat, and fastened on his hand…  But he shook off the creature into the fire and suffered no harm.”
                         –Acts 28:3,5 (NKJV)
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               “The ancient Hebrews were so tied by tradition they couldn’t recognize the Messiah when he was right there in front of them, and he was crucified.
               The disciples, who walked and worked with the Christ, were very afraid of him; they hoped, but they also doubted, and they ran that night, and he was crucified.
               The common people mobbed him, showed him their sicknesses and sores, and they threw down an aisle of palms for him and sang to him, and he was crucified.
               His family was embarrassed, and stood outside, and wished he’d come home, and he was crucified.
               Would we crucify Jesus today?  It’s not a rhetorical question for the mind to play with.
                    I believe, we are each born with a body, a mind, a soul, and a handful of nails.
                    I believe, when a man dies, no one has ever found any nails left,
                             clutched in his hands
                                   or stuffed in his pockets.”
                                                    –Lois A. Cheney  (God Is No Fool)

     We’ll never understand it, but we must try.  It is not anything we can do.  “For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast.  For we are His workmanship…”  (Ephesians 2:8-10, NKJV)  Paul also wrote in Romans, “The just shall live by faith.” (1:17, NKJV)

               “Grace, grace, God’s grace,
               Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
               Grace, grace, God’s grace,
               Grace that is greater than all our sin!”
                         –Julia H. Johnston

       We are saved by grace, but here is what I want you to focus on this morning.  We are sustained by grace as well!  On this pilgrim journey with Christ as the Holy Spirit as our guide we are kept by grace and we grow in grace.  “We know that we are of God, and the whole world lies under the sway of the wicked one.” (1 John 5:19, NKJV)  We continue on the upward way; that narrow trail that is always winding upward.  Oh, the obstacles that are in the way that we must climb over, the hidden rocks and roots in the path that we sometimes stumble over, but we continue on.  Why?  Because we are kept by grace.  
       “Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God” (1 John 4:15, NKJV).  Grasp hold of that truth.  Believe it, rest assured in it!   Work on living righteously.  That’s right–work on it.  “If you know that He is righteous, you know that everyone who practices righteousness is born of Him” (1 John 2:29, NKJV)  When I played ball, I practiced continually.  I practiced in a formal setting with the team, but then I would spend hours practicing on my own.  I practiced to become a ballplayer.  Now, we must do the same as a Christian.  We practice righteousness continually.  No, we will never gain it, for only Jesus is righteous, yet we are to be like Him.  
       We stumble, but the Holy Spirit is there to help us maintain our balance.  We hit a rock and fall to the ground, but the Holy Spirit is there to help us up.  We must put forth our effort:  to walk, to get up, but it is through the power of God that we are righteous.  Remember, the Epistles were written for believers, for those who are a new creation, for those who are walking toward their heavenly goal.  The path is not always easy for there are many different types of snares, traps, battles, storms, sicknesses, sorrows, and the life that may come our way–that will come our way.  Yet, as a believer, as one who has Jesus Christ as Lord, you can rest in the comfort of the words of John, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1:9, NKJV)  This is for the Christian, and get it, get it!  He will cleanse us from all unrighteousness.  Oh, that we could grasp that we do not walk in our righteousness, for they are filthy rags, but we walk in the righteousness of Jesus Christ.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

If evil is fed into one’s heart, all that can happen is for evil to come out.”
                         –D.C. Adkisson  (Winter of the Wolves)

        “Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness; Who substitute bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!”

                         –Isaiah 5:20(NASB)
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I am currently doing a study of which I will share more of it with you in weeks to come.  However, one verse, Psalm 119:53, has caught my attention.  Psalm 119 is such a great Psalm about obedience and commitment to the Word of God, but let’s look a little deeper at verse 53.

          Burning indignation has seized me because of the wicked,
          Who forsake Your law.  (NASB)

       We see in this verse horror and anger.  “Righteous anger,” “burning indignation,” “rage,” “fury,” are all terms used in various translations for the first pass of this verse.  Put them together and we see a person gripped by the evil he sees in the world and in individuals.  Spurgeon says, “he was distressed by a foresight of their overthrow.”   It is hard to completely understand the feeling of this individual.  Perhaps the King James says it best, “Horror hath taken hold upon me…”
       This term, “taken hold,” or “seized” literally means “gripped.”  Gripping is to not let go.  Holding fast, clenching tightly to an object.  In this case, horror/indignation has gripped this person because of wickedness.  This is where we live.  Look around you at the evil, the wickedness.  “Living in a wicked society should scare us.” (Craig Ledbetter).  My question is, does it?  So many, it seems, are complacent at what is happening around them, or they have been so duped by evil that they either tolerate it, or join in.
       Two things bring this horror.  The first is that the Psalmist remembers how God deals with wickedness.  Unless there is genuine repentance, judgment will come.   Sodom comes to mind:  “Then the Lord rained brimstone and fire on Sodom and Gomorrah from the Lord out of heaven, and He overthrew those cities, and all the surrounding area, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and what grew on the ground” (Genesis 19:24-25, NASB).  Korah:  “the earth opened its mouth and swallowed them, their households, and all the people who belonged to Korah with all their possessions.  So they and all that belonged to them went down alive to Sheol; and the earth closed over them, and they perished from the midst of the assembly” (Numbers 16:32-33, NASB).  The children of Israel refused to believe the report of Joshua and Caleb, thus spurning the Lord, and they wandered in the wilderness until all of that generation passed.  Of course, we cannot forget that mankind, with the exception of Noah and his family, was destroyed by the Flood because the people were doing evil continually.
       So the writer of this psalm remembers what happened to those who practiced evil and wickedness in the past.  Because of that, he looks at what is currently happening, as we should do, and knows that God is holy and will only for so long allow evil to bring forth its rotten fruit.  One day the “man of lawlessness” will appear and will bring his wrath upon the earth.  When that happens God will say that is enough and will counter.  Just in the Fourth Seal (Revelation 6:8) we see that power was given to them “to kill with the sword, with hunger, with death, and by the beasts of the earth” (NKJV).  Continuing in chapter 6, there is the Sixth Seal that will bring great disturbances on earth and in the sky.  Go on and read chapters 8-9 regarding the Trumpets, then chapter 16, the bowl judgments.  
       When we read these our response should be like that of the Psalmist–horror.  God’s character and word is not to be scorned.  His judgments are not to be laughed at.  They should bring horror at what will happen as well as indignation at those who commit such things.  True righteous anger brings abhorrence of all that is contrary to it.  Too often we groan, or smile, or say “let live” or maybe the most appalling, “whatever makes them happy.”  No, the wicked should cause us to cringe.  Their acts should bring an indignation to our being.  It should be as Charles Bridges wrote, “Every stroke at His law you will feel as a stroke at your own heart.”  Wickedness and evil should cause us severe pain for it strikes against the very character of God.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

There is a lawless element controlling Silverton.  Miles Forrest and Charlie Gold are moving to curtail it or eliminate it completely.  One man is dead already, and another severely beaten.  How will Sheriff Gold, Miles and their fellow law officer Mateo Ramirez handle the situation, or can they?  Join in for another thrilling adventure in the days of yesteryear.
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       Charlie and I stepped out onto the platform of the station.  Saddlebags over our shoulders, Charlie carrying a rifle, myself a shotgun, and as we started walking down the street our badges glistened in the sun.  It was hot, especially for this altitude.  Perhaps that’s what the Master meant when He told me at camp that He was going to stir things up. 
       We walked a block up to the Wells Fargo office.  Mateo was to join us there sometime this afternoon.  When we stepped into the office the first thing I noticed was that all three agents were there.  I went over to where Morgan Appleby was standing and reached out my hand.  His face was a sickening yellow color as it was beginning to heal from when he was beat up.  The last time I saw him, it was swollen, one eye completely shut, split lip, and was a mixture of indigo, black, and blue.  
       Morgan was a good man.  He had been at this office for Wells Fargo for some time now.  I worked with him in the past both as an agent for Wells Fargo and Deputy U.S. Marshal.  The other two agents seemed to be capable men:  Dale Courtney and Ron Barnes, who cared for Morgan when he was laid up in bed.
       I eyed him over, “One thing for sure, that ugly mug of yours is pretty as it changes colors.  How’re you feelin’?”
       Instead of reaching out to shake my hand he raised his fist as if to strike me.  I feigned fear, and then he laughed, grabbing my hand and giving it a good shake, then cringed.  “It still hurts when I laugh,” he half moaned, half laughed.  “Doc said I most likely had a couple of broken ribs.”
       Charlie nodded at the two agents then walked over to where Morgan and I were standing.  Charlie shook Morgan’s hand and asked, “You sure you couldn’t recognize any of them?”
       “Ha, I wish.  I might be able to recognize their boots though,” he said with another laugh.  He turned somber then, “There was a killing night before last.”
       Charlie and I looked at each other, he then encouraged Morgan to continue.  “Ron Ferguson, he and his wife, Carol, own a fabric store in town.  I really don’t know much of anything about it.”
       “Shot?” I questioned.
       Morgan shook his head.  “No, beat to death.  He’s a little man, didn’t take much.  I talked briefly to Dr. Staster.  Upon examination he said that Ferguson had a broken jaw, the bones around his eyes were broken, and a cracked skull.  At that time, he wasn’t sure if he was killed when his skull was broken or if some of the bones around his eyes penetrated his brain.”
       “Marshal’s deputies?” inquired Charlie.
       Morgan gave him a skeptical look.  “No one knows, but you figure.  Nothing was stolen, money was still in the register,” he said, then sighed.  “I guess we’ll really never know the whys and whats of it.  I just feel sorry for Carol.”
       “Marshal Forrest,” came the voice of Ron Barnes.  “I just made a fresh pot of coffee.  Want a cup?”
       “Yes, yes,” implored Morgan, “put your gear over on that table.  Sit yourselves down.  Ron, bring them a cup.”
       Now, I hadn’t replied that I wanted a cup of coffee, but then, who was I to refuse one?  “Beware of that first sip,” warned Agent Courtney.  “The water’s right from the Animas river, gold sludge and all.”
       Charlie looked over at him with a frown, all I did was smile.  But upon first taste, there was a metallic flavor.  Maybe…
       We were both on our second cup of coffee.  Morgan and his men went back to their work, and we waited for Mateo to show up.  I had just placed by cup on the desk next to me, when Mateo entered through the door.  He came over to us as soon as he entered the office.  Eyes wide, he began, “We’re sure gonna need the help of God…”.