Echoes From the Campfire

Living a life is much like climbing mountains—the summits are always further off than you think, but when a man has a goal, he always feels he’s working toward something.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (The Lonely Men)

       “For to this you were called, because Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example, that you should follow His steps.”

                    –1 Peter 2:21 (NKJV)
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               “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, And He delights in his way.”
                              –Psalm 37:23 (NKJV)

This is one of my favorite verses.  It brings comfort to the soul and courage to the mind.  Fear is dispelled and trust replaces it.  The NLT translates it, “The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives.”  The RSV, “The steps of a man are from the Lord, and he establishes him in whose way he delights.”  While the NIV translates it thusly, “The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him.”
       I used all of these translations to help us get a complete look at the verse.  First of all, it all begins with the Lord!  Our steps are from the Lord.  But whose steps?  The godly man, the good man–perhaps we could say, the righteous man.  Then I would have to ask, but who can be righteous?  Isaiah says that our righteousness is nothing but “filthy rags” (Isaiah 64:6).  No matter how hard we try to be good, godly, and righteous we fall short.  The chief meaning of righteousness deals with ethical conduct.  Man can do only so much, but in the end he usually ends up doing “what is right in his own eyes.”  The Law was given to help guide us along the way.
       With the writing of this Psalm, we have to assume that “good” or “godly” is according to keeping the Law.  Man in the Old Testament attempted to live a godly life which someone has said is “the quality of being right in the eyes of God; it is based upon God’s standard.”  Man always falls short of this standard, however, the Lord looks at his steps, makes them firm or sure.  He is involved in every detail of our lives, including the place where we step.  This is even more assured when we look at righteousness according to the new covenant.  God is even more involved in the ordering of our steps.  There is now the God-give quality imputed to man upon believing in Christ.”

               “But to him who does not work but believes on Him who justifies the ungodly, his faith is accounted for righteousness, just as David also describes the blessedness of the man to whom God imputes righteousness apart from works.”  –Romans 4:5-6 (NKJV)
               “Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sine is covered.  Blessed is the man to whom the LORD does not impute iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no deceit.”  –Psalm 32:1-2 (NKJV)

Righteousness comes because of the work on the cross and it comes through faith.  When a person believes in the Lord Jesus Christ, righteousness is given to him by faith.  Now, even more than before, the steps of the “good” man are directed, are established, are ordered by the Lord.
       The words of the hymn by W. Elmo Mercer have been going through my mind.  It is what brought me these thoughts this morning.

                 “Each step I take my Savior goes before me,
                 And with His loving hand He leads the way.
                 And with each breath I whisper, ‘I adore Thee;’
                 Oh, what joy to walk with Him each day.

                         Each step I take I know that He will guide me;
                         To higher ground He ever leads me on.
                         Until some day the last step will be taken,
                         Each step I take just leads me closer home.”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Some men never lived at all; a few lived well or ill.”

                    –Zane Grey  (Robbers’ Roost)

       “For in him we live and move and exist…”  
                    –Acts 17:28 (NLT)
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How many times have I written–Life is living?  Jesus wants us to live our lives to the fullest; live it abundantly.  “I am the door.  If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture.  The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.  I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.”  (John 10:9-10, NKJV)  To live the abundant life is to live in Christ and for Christ.
       “Useful work, expanded interests, the delights of shared experience, inward spiritual resources, and a worthy purpose at life’s center–such unselfish things as these are of the very substance of a joyful and abundant life.” (H.E. Fosdick)  When we give ourselves completely to the Lord Jesus Christ we find that our horizons begin to widen.  We are not caught in trying to please ourselves, but to please others and most of all to please Jesus.  We get so caught up in our own feelings.  Depression, fear, joy, happiness, sorrow, gladness–not that they are not real but they revolve around us.  Even in our worship much of the time it seems it is how we “feel” instead of focusing on the Lord.
       I came across a little prayer, that if we would contemplate the depth of these words much of our selfish desires would flee from us.  “O God, Author of the world’s joy, Bearer of the world’s pain, make us glad that we are men and we have inherited the earth’s burden; deliver us from the luxury of cheap melancholy; and, at the heart of our trouble and sorrow, let unconquerable gladness dwell…” (Henry S. Nash)  Yes, we are in the world, we are faced with the world’s problem of sin, but as believers we are no longer of the world.  Yes, we have our own burdens, but we now have One who helps us carry them.  And here, I would say, do not selfishly hold on to your burdens; the Lord is more than willing to share the load.
       Fosdick says, “If you wish blessedness, head for service; if you wish the crown of joy, take up the cross of sacrifice; if life is to be yours, lose your life in other lives and in causes that have won your love.”  The words of Jesus ring out here, put aside self.  “Then Jesus said to His disciples, ‘If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me.'” (Matthew 16:24, NKJV)  Are you living life to the fullest in Jesus Christ?  I remember as a youth being challenged with the above charge.  But then, the preacher, stopped and solemnly spoke, “Many say they would die for the cause of Christ, but how many will be willing to live for Him?  “Men find it easier to die for a cause in a crisis than to live for it in ordinary hours.” (Fosdick)  They do not really believe that self-realization through self-surrender is a universal law of life.  The words of Jesus should sober us–“He who loves his life will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.”  (John 12:25, NKJV)

 

Echoes From the Campfire

First thing a man’s got to remember when he starts out in life, is make sure he’s sitting right with his Maker. Because he never knows when he’s going to meet up with Him.”

                    –Major Mitchell  (Poverty Flat)

       “For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure is at hand.”
                    –2 Timothy 4:6 (NKJV)
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          “I appeal to you therefore, brethren, and beg of you in view of [all] the mercies of God, to make a decisive dedication of your bodies [presenting all your members and faculties] as a living sacrifice, holy (devoted, consecrated) and well pleasing to God, which is your reasonable (rational, intelligent) service and spiritual worship.”
                             –Romans 12:1 (Amplified)

Many people want the “abundant life,” but I wonder, do they really?  To have that abundant life is to forsake the world and the things in it, forsake yourself and pick up your cross daily to follow Jesus.  That is the only “reasonable, rational, and intelligent service and spiritual worship.”  Abundance, having whatever you want is not living an abundant life.  The having of things is not what Jesus meant.  Having more of the Spirit is to live an abundant life.  
       If the abundant life consists of “things,” then what happens when all is lost?  What happens when the storm rages and it is all washed away?  What happens when the enemy attacks and the battle is fierce and the wounds severe?  Paul understood the reality of giving his life to Christ; happiness was not having things, but knowing that he had spiritual resources within himself whether shipwrecked or in a Roman prison.
       Pascal said, “The man who lives only for himself hates nothing so much as being alone with himself.”  When days of sorrow sweep in like a whirlwind, when suffering buffets us with the winds of adversity, where will your strength lie?  If it is in “things,” if it is within yourself, then you are for sure in deep trouble.  Our lives are not our own, we are given them for a while to worship the Lord.  And what does He want?  For us to have more possession–no, but to have more of Him.  That cannot happen unless we empty ourselves of our humanistic tendencies and become rooted in Jesus, rooted and grounded in love.  “For this reason I bow my knees to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, from whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with might through His Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height–to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.”  (Ephesians 3:14-19, NKJV)
       To thrive in this world, get rid of the baggage that you are carrying and do not pick up any more.  Live in the fullness of Christ.  Make the sacrifice on the altar and get rid of self by being a “living, sacrifice” that is holy and “well pleasing to God.”  May the words of the hymnist, Thoro Harris, bring this truth closer to our hearts.

               “Are you trusting Jesus, all along the way?
               Does He grow more precious to your heart each day?
               Are you His disciple?  Test His Word and see,
               He will give the Spirit more abundantly.

               Come to Him believing, hearken to His call;
               All from His receiving, yield to Him your all;
               Jesus will accept you when to Him you flee;
               He will grant His blessings more abundantly.”

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

With Tioga and Smokey Fountain in jail back in Durango, Miles has traveled back to Silverton.  He is determined to bring down the crooked Marshal Johnson and his cronies.  However, Sheriff Gold was in Telluride, and Mateo had to see to duties in Durango.  Miles was alone, possibly outnumbered eight to one.  Join with me now in another thrilling tale in those exciting days of yesteryear.
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       By the time I walked the quarter mile into town, it was dark.  While sitting on the train I had pondered several plans, but tossed them all away.  Now walking in the cool night air of the high country, I tried to think of some definite plan to arrest Johnson.  If I could get him I figured the rest would fold.
       I found out that Johnson had a room above the Silver Bucket, but to get to it I had to go through the saloon, and even before that I had to make my way up the streets to get to it.  Stopping in the shadows by a hardware store before crossing Greene Street, I thought I should hide the Greener as best I could.  Pushing it up under my lightweight coat I held it by the barrel.  I wanted to be able to get it into action as quickly as possible and figured I could let it slide down my hand then bring it up.  
       When I finally was able to get it into position, I didn’t like the cumbersome way it felt.  This was Silverton afterall.  Would it be that strange for a man to walk into a saloon with a shotgun?  I made sure my badge was hidden, but wanted to be able to flash it if needed.  Staying as much as I could in the shadows I moved across Greene Street, moved up to the alley and ducked in it.  I’d make my way up the alley a couple of blocks.  
       I hadn’t gone very far, when I could hear the commotion of wickedness and revelry.  It was primarily along Blair Street, but also along some of the side streets.  It was too early to move in on Johnson so I found a darkened spot behind a building.  Moving deep into the shadows, I plunked myself down and began my wait.  I knew the dives and saloons wouldn’t start to quiet down for several hours yet, and some of them were open all night closing only for a couple of hours in the morning to clean up the joint.
       The Silver Bucket was a half block up then two blocks down on Blair Street.  I sat there thinking of the past week or so.  Of Ferguson, the store owner being killed for standing up for his rights.  Of Devlin, shot down while in my custody.  I thought of the beating my friend Morgan Appleby took and then the fight at the Wells Fargo office and the one at the house of Ron Barnes.  
       I had sent a telegram to the new U.S. Marshal in Denver, Walter Smith, telling him of my actions.  I knew what Dave Cook would do as well as Jens Blasco, but Smith was not known to me.  I hoped he would approve of my actions.
       “Yur in my spot,” came the slurred voice a man startling me.  I had dozed off, and his voice along with the reeking smell of liquor emanating from him brought me quickly to my senses.  “Yuh, need to find yur own place, theesen’s mine.”
       “Okay friend, no need to get yurself all riled up over it.  Yuh can have yur spot, if’n yuh help me up,” I replied trying to act as if I was in a stupor.
       He reached down his arm and bent over.  I grasped it and when I began to pull I realized that I was going to bring the drunk down on top of me.  Moving to the side I held his arm while struggling to get up on my own.  “Theesen my spot, jist so yuh’s know,” he muttered then slid down where I had been sitting.  
       Before I had taken two steps I could hear him snoring or snorting was more like the sound.  He was hard to see in the darkness and as I looked down, I wondered how he would survive the winter up here.  Parson Chapman had introduced me to the Reverend Sinclair who I knew fed the down-and-outs during the winter months, those who did not work for the mines or did not have the means to make it down to Durango.  I don’t know if he had a place where they could stay though.
       I shook myself to make sure I was awake and opened my coat so I would have easy access to my pistol, then moved on out of the alley.  There were a few people still on the streets with some derelicts lying by hitching rails.  I also noticed that there were two men handcuffed to the posts.  In a few minutes I found myself standing outside the Silver Bucket.  There were still several patrons at tables and along the bar.  My glance then took in a staircase to my right.  Breathing a prayer, I then pulled my hat down low and walked in moving slowly but directly toward the staircase.  I wasn’t sure of the time, so I looked around the room to hopefully find a clock.  There was one right above the entrance; twenty minutes past midnight.
       No one tried to stop me as I started up the steps, and I didn’t look around to see if anyone was even paying attention.  As I topped the stairs, I looked down a hallway with two rooms on one side, and three on the other.  I hadn’t bothered to even think that there may be more than one room.  I decided to walk down the hall and begin from there working my way back to the stairs.
       Outside the first door, I stopped, checked the Greener then pulled my pistol making sure it was loaded and ready.  I listened outside the door, then reached down to slowly try turning the knob.  Locked.  I took a deep breath and hoped I would make too much noise as I kicked the door in.  It was now, I …