Echoes From the Campfire

Listen, you have only to listen. There is music on the wind.”

                    –Louis L’Amour  (The Key-Lock Man)

       “Then Paul stood up, and motioning with his hand said, ‘Men of Israel, and you who fear God, listen.'”
                    –Acts 13:16 (NKJV)
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We’ve had plenty of rain–did I say plenty?  Now with that and the sunshine the grass (and weeds) are green and beginning to grow.  We decided when we built a few years back that we wouldn’t plant grass but would let the natural species develop.  It has taken a while, but the grass (and weeds) are finally rooted in.  Grass doesn’t take much good soil, weeds can grow in any.  But try to grow flowers, especially the domestic kind in hard soil, well, there just won’t be much success.
     Jesus tells us a parable in Matthew 13 about the different types of soil and what grows from them.  He describes planting seeds into four types of soil all of which, except one, are capable of producing plants and growth.  Let’s look at one type of soil mentioned by the Master.
     “…Behold, a sower went out to sow.  And as he sowed, some seed fell by the wayside; and the birds came and devoured them.” (Matthew 13:3-4, NKJV)  Luke writes it this way, “A sower went out to sow his seed.  And as he sowed, some fell by the wayside; and it was trampled down, and the birds of the air devoured it.” (Luke 8:5, NKJV)  Notice the type of soil, which is actually a representation of the human heart.  This first heart is “hard and narrow like a path beaten across a field.  A path is hardened by the traffic of human feet as they cross the field.” (Ray Stedman)  It is hard, being packed down by the many feet that have crossed it.  
    Matthew 13:19, explains this first soil.  These are people who hear the message of the Gospel, of the Kingdom, but they are like the hardened paths and they do not let the truth penetrate.  The word comes, but they do not understand it, in fact, the real issue is that they do not try to understand it.  Stedman says, “This could be called the materialistic heart, one that does not want to be bothered with thinking about anything beyond what you can see, hear, smell, touch, and taste.”  This man heard the message, it fell, but something interrupted its flow to the heart and the man did not take the time to think upon it.  In reality he does not really want to be bothered with it, so he shrugs it off.  (Stedman)  The birds come, snatch it away, and the seed that was offered to him is never recovered.  
     It is interesting to note that the soil represents the different types of people that hear it.  It shows that there is not a uniform response of faith, but that it varied depending upon the soil.  The NIV translates Luke 8:12, thusly, “Those along the path are the ones who hear, and then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, so that they may not believe and be saved.”  This ground was hard and there was no way for the seed to get in and take root.  It was not prepared and not receptive to the seed (the Word of God).  Barclay writes, “People can become so dull and heavy and blunted in mind that when God’s truth comes to them they cannot see it.  It is not God’s fault.  They have become so mentally lazy, so blinded by prejudice, so unwilling to see anything they do not want to see, that they have become incapable of assimilating God’s truth.”  This is the hard mind, the hard heart–a heart that is shut out to the things of God.  
     The seed was sown, but it never took root because the man did not take the time to let it germinate.  He was too hard, too busy, or too disinterested.  Then the seed is snatched away.  That is a dreadful thought–the seed snatched away never to return.  Oh, friend, when the Lord sows His seed be quick to respond.  There may be a momentary impression, the conviction of the Holy Spirit is there, but, but….  “It is immediately shrugged off as different, awakening the possibility of a world foreign to him.  So he sets it aside, the enemy comes and takes it away, and it is gone.
     Listen, for as Paul said, “Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” (2 Corinthians 6:2, NKJV)  This is a serious, foreboding message from God’s Word.  The heart is there, the seed is there, what is lacking is the acceptance.  Harbuck writes this of Luke 8:12, “Those [seeds] that fell along the footpath represent those who hear [the Word–Message], but the devil comes and takes away (steals away, snatches away) the Word out of their hearts (minds), so they may not believe and trust Me as their Redeemer and be saved [from their sins].”
     It seems that this may not only be true for individuals, but for nations, people as well.  When you read the Old Testament it is plainly seen that people, as a whole, fall away, hardened their hearts, and refuse to receive the Word of God.  But the Holy Spirit gives warning through the words of Paul in the New Testament as well.  “Go to this people and say: ‘Hearing you will hear, and shall not understand; and seeing you will see, and not perceive; for the hearts of the people have grown dull.  Their ears are hard of hearing, and their eyes they have closed, lest they should see with their eyes and hear with their ears, lest they should understand with their hearts and turn so that I should heal them.'”  (Acts 28:26-27, NKJV)

 

Echoes From the Campfire

The law is about rules. Justice is about truth.”
                    –John Deacon  (A Man Called Justice)

       “But the Lord’s plans stand firm forever; his intentions can never be shaken.”

                    –Psalm 33:11 (NLT)
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               “Yesterday, today, forever, Jesus is the same,
               All may change, but Jesus never!  Glory to His name….”
                         –A.B. Simpson

Eternal Security?  Absolutely!  God is not going to change His mind about you, or me, or the human race.  What He has declared He will bring to pass.  Somewhere in the eons of the future He is not going to decide that we are not worth it.  No, it is forever settled.  Culture may change around us.  The circumstances may change and with time we will age, but the promises of God are sure and certain.  I like the way that the Amplified translates 1 Samuel 15:29, “Also the Splendor and Glory and Eminence of Israel will not lie or change His mind; for He is not a man that He should change His mind.”  Not only does it portray His immutability, but also uses adjectives to describe His majesty.  J.I. Packer wrote, “What God does in time, He planned from eternity.  And all that He planned in eternity He carries out in time.”  Hold onto that!  Your and my destiny was designed by God.  You haven’t chosen Him by hapless chance.  In fact, all of humanity has this opportunity.  Jesus came, died for our sins, and all we have to do is accept Him.  God will not change that.  Ah, but you say He did.  He moved from the Old Covenant with the tabernacle, temple and law.  Yes, in a sense, but also this was foretold and in all that is seen in the tabernacle points to Christ.
       For a few moments rest in the fact that He loves you and that love will never change for He does not change.  His character, His qualities, if you will, do not change.  They are continually holy and righteous.  I have taught for the many years that the number one problem we see in the church is that there is not the proper understanding of God.  People make God into what they want Him to be rather than study the Bible to see who He really is.  People speak of a relationship, but they do not take the time to properly develop one.  In fact, they want a relationship based on their desires and opinions.  God is not a “first-aid dispenser” where you put in change, put the knob and out pops a band-aid.  He is not there just when you need Him; He is there all the time.  He is not in a museum where you can go and visit whenever the notion takes you.  He is not a white-haired old man sitting on a throne passing out presents to those are nice and casting into hell those who are naughty.  If you want a relationship, it takes time to develop, and there must be effort.
       Remember that God is perfect in all His attributes and when I speak of attributes I am talking in regard to the essential qualities of His Being.  In the past three weeks we looked briefly at the “omnis”:  omniscient, omnipresence, omnipotence and yesterday we contemplated immutability.  Get this, we can go to God with everything for He is trustworthy and faithful.  His will never varies, what He has said He will do will come to pass.  Do not disregard the great gift of salvation, for surely this is what He has for you.  Don’t think you can go your own way, or do it your own way.  We are completely dependent upon God.  Man will fail, but God never will.  If God varied, even one iota, where would be our confidence, our faith?  Because of His immutability we should have a solid comfort in His Word and promises.  This should encourage us to pray.  However, it should also be a warning to the wicked.  In His promises and warning there is a holy terror.  His will cannot be thwarted.
       As the world around you turns and changes–God never will.  As friends and acquaintances come and go–God is always there.  As hopes and dreams crumble in the things of the world–God’s truth is secure and stable.  Today, in closing I add the words of John Dick.  Contemplate them…

               “The Divine immutability, like the cloud which interposed between the Israelites and the Egyptian army, has a dark as well as a light side.  It insures the execution of His threatenings, as well as the performance of His promises; and destroys the hope which the guilty fondly cherish, that He will be all lenity to His frail and erring creatures, and that they will be much more lightly dealt with than the declarations of His own Word would lead us to expect.  We oppose to these deceitful and presumptuous speculations the solemn truth, that God is unchanging in veracity and purpose, in faithfulness and justice.”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Facts don’t change because they hurt your feelings.”

                    –Zachary McCrae  (Frontier Fury)

       “The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.”
                    –Isaiah 40:8 (NKJV)
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                    “Hold to God’s unchanging hand,
                    Hold to God’s unchanging hand;
                    Build your hopes on things eternal,
                    Hold to God’s unchanging hand.”
                          –Jennie Bain Wilson

     Have you ever had someone break a promise to you?  It’s not a pleasant experience and it leaves you wondering if you can trust them again.  What would it be like if God broke His promises?  What if He would decide that only those with B+ blood are fit for the Kingdom?  It is comforting that we serve a God who does not change.  He is not a God, who upon a whim decides this or that.  Arthur Pink said it this way, “He cannot change for the better, for He is already perfect; and being perfect, He cannot change for the worse.”
     When we begin to think of God, as we have done the past three weeks, in His attributes it is mind-boggling.  He is truly wonderful in the literal meaning of the word.  He is mysterious and beyond our comprehension, and therefore, worthy only of our praise and worship.  I can almost hear His voice declaring from heaven, “I am the Lord, I change not!” (Malachi 3:6, NKJV)
     Immutable:  one of those words that almost defies description because we cannot totally fathom the idea.  “God is perpetually the same:  subject to no change in His being, attributes, or determinations.” (Pink)  How could He change?  What would He change into?  What would He become?  Pink continues, “Because God has no beginning and no ending, He can know no change.  He is everlasting.”  His nature and being are infinite.  All that He is today, He has ever been, and ever will be.
     God’s character does not change.  He never becomes less truthful, or merciful, or just, or good.  James declares, “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turing.” (1:17, NKJV).  The RSV translates it this way, “…with whom there is no variation of shadow due to change.”
     It is vital that we know and realize that God’s truth does not change.  Today there is a very real attack on the Word of God, both the written word and the living word–Jesus.  Culture, Wokeness, tolerance, or any other ism or ideology will not, cannot change the truth of God’s truth.  Truth, humanistic truth, is unstable, and is relative, subject to change.  Oh, rejoice that God’s truth is forever and settled.  He does not conjure up new truth or compromise old, established truth.  “No circumstances prompt Him to recall them; no changes in His own thinking require Him to amend them.” (J.I. Packer)  Truth is settled!  The Prophet Isaiah wrote, “The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.” (40:8, NKJV)  All His commands are true and are established forever (i.e., Psalm 119:151-152).  Jesus said, that “the Scripture cannot be broken.” (10:35, NKJV)

                    “Time is filled with swift transition,
                    Naught of earth unmoved can stand,
                    Build your hopes on things eternal,
                    Hold to God’s unchanging hand.”

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

The train had an hour lay-over in Taos, so I spent the time with the young couple and the Chapmans.  Javier and Agatha seemed relieved to be in Taos after the attack.  They were both smiling, and indeed, it was a time to smile.  Newlyweds, starting out on the adventure of life together.  They had a rugged start and it was a shame that Agatha’s father had such a burr under his saddle.  I asked Javier about his parents and he told me that they both died a few years back when the epidemic struck Durango.  Since then he had hired out to some of the ranchers.  It was Bert Winfield who recommended the Lazy J outside of Taos and had sent a letter of recommendation to Juan Pablo Miranda.  
     One thing I did know; the Lazy J was not a lazy outfit.  Juan Pablo shipped some of the best beef out of New Mexico, and raised some fine quarter horses.  I met the old vaquero when I had some dealing in Santa Fe.  He was a fine gentleman, but there was steel in his eyes.  He could smile and laugh, but there was also a firmness to his jaw that when it was set there was a rigidedness that would not be changed.  Yes, he would be a fine mentor for Javier.  And similar to King, down Texas way, he allowed families to live and thus thrive on his ranch.  I found out that Agatha would be teaching in the little school on the ranch.
     The Parson and Betty said that they would miss only this coming Sunday.  It was the first break they had taken since coming to Durango.  Some people have the notion that all preachers do is spout out a sermon on Sunday.  They forget about the preparation, and if he’s a good pastor, the praying.  Then there is the visitation–visiting the sick, the old, the decrepit, and the heathen.
     I stayed until the train pulled out then started off towards the center of town.  Taos is an old town, dating back to the late 1700s, but the old pueblo probably dates back another five hundred or so years.  It is inhabited primarily by descendants of the Taos and Pueblo Indians, with some Mexicans thrown in.  The new town is not far south and that’s where I found myself looking for a place to stay.  With the railroad coming through the town was doing an up-and-coming business and there were three hotels to choose from.  My eyes wandered down the street, and finally I settled on a place:  La Elegancia.  Why?  I just like the sound of the name.
     The lobby was clean, and moderate in size.  There were three floors in the building and I requested a room on the bottom floor.  The clerk gave a wide smile that showed off a mouth of teeth.  “Wise choice, Senor.  Et is not quite so hot.”  I paid him for two nights which came to $2.50.  I thought it a mite high, but then again the railroad helped inflate the prices.  I chuckled to myself of the times I heard regarding prices in the mining towns–prices higher, gold town you know.
     Turning to go to my room, the clerk spoke up.  “Senor, if the noise is loud above you, please come see me.”  I nodded and touched the brim of my hat with the barrel of the Greener.
     Entering the room I fell down across the bed.  Ahhh, it was worth the price.  I decided to wash up, then go find something to eat.  I wanted to see if the enchiladas here were as good as those made by Emelda or Adela.  After brushing myself off, I set the Greener in the corner near the bed.  I didn’t think I’d need it in Taos, after all I wasn’t after anybody here.  As I was shutting the door and preparing to lock it, I straightened up, opened the door and reached for the shotgun.  I had grown so used to carrying it with me, I felt that I was going out alone, almost naked into the world.
     I asked the clerk where was the best place to eat.  He shrugged his shoulders, mentioned a few places, then said that the cocina in the hotel was muy bueno.  I nodded my thanks and walked out.  Standing there, looking out to the west, the sun was a bright ball, beginning to lower itself into the earth.  Looking up and down the streets, a thought came to my mind to go to the livery.
    “Viejo,” I said, moving to a man sitting on the bench in front of the hotel.  “Can you tell me where the livery is?”
     “Si,” came his quiet reply.
     “No, the livery.”
     “Si.”
     I sighed.  “Gracias,” I said moving away, then I heard the voice coming from the old man in good English with a slight accent.  “Senor, there is a livery at each end of the street.”
     Turning I took a step toward him.  Then I smiled, “Si,” turned and started walking toward one end.
     As I walked, I brought the Greener up, for no apparent reason except to check it as I walked.  In a few minutes I spied the livery, not from the sign, but because there was a corral outside with several horses in it.  There was a little man who I took to be a hostler.  He didn’t look brawny enough to lift a hammer nor to shoe a horse.
     “You looken for a horse, Mister?” inquired the man with quite a brogue.  One that certainly didn’t fit in with the rest of Taos.
     Looking at the corral, then to the man, pulling on my moustache.  “Not really a horse, but perhaps a man.  Someone who rode in sometime in the past three hours, perhaps hurt.”
     The man smiled, then it vanished as quickly as it appeared.  “Not my habit to inquire ’bout customers,” he said, then spat to the side on the ground as if for emphasis.
     “I’ve just an inquisitive nature,” I remarked, staring at the man.  “Maybe it’s my job, Deputy U.S. Marshal.”
     He gave that quick smile again, which I believed now was just a nervous habit.
     “Ah, Marshal, perhaps…”