Echoes From the Campfire

But no place is safe when everybody in camp’s sound asleep.”

                    –John Benteen  (Fargo)

       “But while the bridegroom was delayed, they all slumbered and slept.  And at midnight a cry was heard:  ‘Behold, the bridegroom is coming; go out to meet him!'”‘
                    –Matthew 25:5-6 (NKJV)
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                    Though the mills of God grind slowly,
                    yet they grind exceedingly small;
                    Though with patience He stands waiting,
                    with exactness grinds He all.
                           –Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

     A question often asked is, “How long will judgment tarry?”  Will judgment, when it comes, be instantaneous, or will there be opportunity for repentance?  Perhaps it lingers for the situation to develop so that wickedness will be openly exposed as fully deserving judgment.  Whichever the case, we would do well to heed the words of Paul, “For He says: ‘In an acceptable time, I heard you, and in the day of salvation I helped you.’  Look, now is the acceptable time; look, now is the day of salvation.” (2 Corinthians 6:2, HCSB)
     In verse one, we see the time of Amos’ prophecy.  He preached “two years before the earthquake.”  There was a large, natural earthquake that took place, but almost forty years from the time of the prophecy there came an earthquake caused by chariots, the hooves of horses, and the marching of soldiers–the Assyrian invasion.  Then it was too late…

                    “The LORD roars from Zion, and utters His voice from Jerusalem; the pastures of the shepherds mourn, and the top of Carmel withers.”
                                –Amos 1:2 (NKJV)

     God wanted the peoples’ attention!  The roaring is an attempt to awaken those who are sleeping.  Amos tells that judgment is impending, about to strike; it will be thorough, from lowland to highland; and it will bring devastation, leaving the once good lands dry and barren.  The NKJV Study Bible relates, “The fact that the top of Mount Carmel, on the coast of Israel in the north, withers indicates a great disaster.  Carmel was a garden spot, normally lush and flourishing year-round.”  Wake up!  Be sure that you have sufficient oil in your lamps for the Lord is coming!
     This roar does not promise deliverance, but rather destruction.  “God’s judgment from Jerusalem will spread terror like the sudden appearance of a beast of prey” (Albert Garner).  We know God is longsuffering and the reason why, “The Lord is not slack concerning His promise, as some count slackness, but is longsuffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance” (2 Peter 3:9, NKJV); but as Warren Wiersbe points out, “He marks what they do, and His patience eventually runs out.  To try God’s patience is to tempt the Lord; and when we tempt the Lord, we invite judgment.”  Even with His longsuffering, as we read in Peter, God immediately follows up in the next four verses warning that the day of the Lord is coming.
     If this is the roar of the Lion of Judah, as with any lion’s roar it rings with terror.  Amos will say, “the lion has roared; who will not fear?” (3:8)  The roar comes from the great God–the One who parted the Red Sea, who led the people out of bondage; the One who was present in the holy of holies.  Lloyd Ogilvie states that “His character was being denied and His holiness contradicted.  His roar is one of condemnation and judgment.  The people had gone too far.”  How long does the Lord tarry His judgment?  Amos says that it is coming.  “When the Lord roared the nation dried up at the heat of the fiery blast” (NKJV Study Bible).
     Are we deaf?  Can we not hear the roar sounding today?  Or do we slumber, say ho-hum, the Lord, oh He’s in the by-and-by?  Wake up!  Woe to us, if we do not heed the words of the Lord.  Listen…!  You will hear “the roar of a holy God in righteous judgment.”  But what about grace, you say?  Yes, we have grace, but what happens when the people continue to spurn that grace?  In fact, as Ogilvie points out, “It is out of grace that God judges His people.  And it is only after we have heard the roar of His judgment and repented that fresh grace can be received.”
     Make it personal.  It is easy to see the plight of the nation, the troubles and wickedness.  But what about our lives?  Have we fallen asleep?  Do not the things of evil bother you or are you accustomed to it?  Do we have things in our life that may cause the Lord to roar?  Wake up!  Listen!

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

When I opened the block door, Mateo was standing there with a wide, toothy grin holding paper and pencil in hand.  “Thought I told you to take a walk,” I barked.
     If possible, his grin got bigger and he replied, “I did.  I walked over to the desk to find some paper, figuring that you might want it.”
     “You mind standing by the cell watchin’ him?  I’m goin’ outside for a breather.  I need to think some things through.”
     He nodded then followed me inside the cell area.  “Barstow, write!  I mean write everything!  If I have to come back in here to remind you of something you left out…” I stopped there, and slightly lifted the Greener.
     “Just give me the paper,” he growled.
     “Now, don’t you be gettin’ feisty with me, or I’ll open the door and let Mateo have a go at you,” I said smiling, then paused for a moment.  “He’s worse than a cougar when he gets riled.”
     Barstow’s lip curled in a snarl, as he started to speak.
     “That wouldn’t be wise,” I informed him, then added, “Just write.”
     I walked out leaving Mateo at the block door and went outside.  The air was cool, much fresher than inside that cell room.  I sat down on the bench in front of the office.  My inclination was to go grab Martin and beat the tar out of him, but that wouldn’t settle anything except make me feel some better.  I could take Father Cisneros and Parson Chapman with me, but they’d already been through too much.
     As I was sitting there, I saw Doc Jones limping up the road.  I never really noticed that limp before.  He had told me that he was in the war and had been shot in the leg.  Wonder if the years weren’t taking a toll and it was bothering him some.
     He didn’t bother to ask, just plunked himself down on the bench beside me.  “Miles, you have a problem,” he muttered.
     “Looks to me like you’re the one with the problem.  What’s the matter with your leg?”
     He gave a wave of his hand and a look of disgust at me.  “Lester Feakes is dead.”
     My eyes widened at the news, “What happened?”
     “A fever.  There must have been an infection inside the leg.  I couldn’t see anything, but I did notice that his leg was swelling.  He was just too weak to fight it off; lost too much blood,” he informed me, then paused before adding.  “There goes your witness.”
     “You can write down what he said, and we can both sign it.”
     He grunted, “Second-hand information, it won’t stand up in court.”
     “It’ll still weigh on the mind of the jurors when they hear it,” I said, then continued, “But I think I’ve got the clincher.  Mark Barstow is right at this moment writing a full confession.”
     Doc’s eyes got wide, he scratched at his ear, then questioned me, “You didn’t thump him, did you?  That’s called coercion, you know.”
     It was my turn to smile.  “No, I didn’t thump him.  Wanted to, didn’t even threaten him.  In fact, I didn’t hardly talk to him at all.  I just asked Mateo for the keys when he blurted it was Amos Martin behind it all.  After I get the confession, I plan on goin’ up to have a talk with Martin, and then provide him a comfortable cell.”
     He was shaking his head.  “Miles, I just don’t understand the evil that gets in a man’s heart.  I can work on the outside body, cut out a tumor, remove a bullet, but I can’t remove the cancer that gets in the soul.”
     “No one can, Doc.  That’s up to the Great Physician,” I paused.  “Trouble is folks have to accept Him and many, because of that evil reject the grace and healin’ that He has to offer.”
     We sat there quiet for several seconds, when the door to the office opened.  There was Mateo who reached out handing me two pages of written paper.  “Read it over Miles…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

It’s times like this that bring a man face to face with himself.”

                    –Louis L’Amour  (Last Stand at Pagago Wells)

       “But in keeping with his promises we are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness.”
                    –2 Peter 3:13 (NIV 1978)
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What are you focusing on?  That’s the question that needs an answer from Psalm 123.  Charles H. Spurgeon states, “We must use our eyes with resolution, for they will not go upward to the Lord of themselves, but they incline to look downward, or inward, or anywhere but to the Lord.”  When people scoff at you and try to hinder your walk with the Lord we might ask “Where are you, Lord?” or “Why don’t You do something?”

          1 — Unto You, I lift up my eyes, O You who dwell in the heavens.
          2 — Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the LORD our God, until He has mercy on us.
          3 — Have mercy on us, O LORD, have mercy on us!  For we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
          4 — Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorn of those who are at east, with the contempt of the proud.  (NKJV)

It does take discipline to lift up our eyes.  It is much easier to look down, or inward and blame troubles on our weakness or on others.  
     If you do much hiking, especially in the high country, you may at times look behind you and see that it would be much easier to go back down to the valley rather than continue the upward climb toward your destination.  “You look up, the difficulties looming over you are formidable and, without God’s help, insurmountable.” (George Wood)  The writer of this Psalm was having trouble maintaining his gaze on the destination.  Heaven is our home–why then do we look longingly to the world?  This pilgrim must “transfer his gaze from the difficult circumstances to God himself.”  (Wood)  Don’t focus on the circumstances, the storm, the battle, the sickness–focus on the Lord.
     As Christians, we must come to the conclusion that the Lord is there.  He is there every step of the way.  He is there to guide, to feed, to quench our thirst, to help us overcome.  God is not up on top of the “mountain” watching us, but is right there beside us.  The words of the song come to me:

               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 me taken.
               Each step I take just leads me closer home.
                       –W. Elmo Mercer

When it seems that we cannot take another step–take one more.  When it seems our endurance is at an end–take a deep breath and regain your focus.  When exhaustion comes–realize that the Lord gives added strength.  The NIV translates verse 4, “We have endured much…”  That is when we should ask the Lord for help, or as the Psalmist exhorts, ask Him for mercy.  The load is heavy, let Him help you with it.
     George Wood points out that this psalm does not have a word of praise or thanksgiving.  Listen, be honest, some days are like that.  That’s when spiritual discipline comes in.  Even when worn out, focus on the Lord, take another step forward and upward, and even if it is only duty the words of Paul should come to mind, “In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” (1 Thessalonians 5:18, NKJV)  Remember, the road is upward, not downward.  Don’t be dragged back down, but ask for mercy each day as you walk the Gloryland Trail.

               “Awake, our souls!  Away our fears!
               Let every anxious thought be gone!
               Awake, and run the heavenly race,
               And put a cheerful courage on.”
                       –Isaac Watts

 

Coffee Percs

He boiled a big pot of iron bottom coffee and was cautioned not to put too much water in it, meaning, make it strong.” 

                    –Gordon Rottman  (The Hardest Ride)
 
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard.  Busy mornin’, no time for preachin’, pontificatin’, prophesyin’, or politicizin’.  I have to be downtown as I am on the square to display, and hopefully sell some of my books.  Folks need to have something wholesome and entertainin’ to read; get their nose out of the news.  I met a lady in the Farmers’ Market the other day an’ she said my books were so delightful to read and she purchased six more.  Made me happy, so I gave her a big smile.
     One thing, Pard, don’t mean to be stoppin’ yuh from yur slurpin’.  That must mean yur dry or the coffee’s good.  But I tolt yuh ’bout folks that whine and those with the Peter Pan Syndrome a few weeks back.  Well, I saw somethin’ last week that made me shake my head.  Here we go, don’t be droppin’ that cup or yu’ll go a week without coffee.  “Parents are anxious, lonely, overwhelmingly stressed…”  What I read continued, “People keep coping until they absolutely can’t, and parents are at the breaking point.  Why aren’t politicians treating this as an emergency?”  Give me a break!  I had to shake my head, what’s the matter with people?  But then, I stopped an’ thought for a moment–they don’t have Christ in their lives.
     Ahhh, gotta be swallerin’ down fast.  Burns all the way down the gullet.  That’s all we need is the politicians gettin’ involved more with the family.  Why there’s already a move to pass laws sayin’ that children belong to the State.  My mercy, if that ever passes.  I hear things like, “adultin’ is so hard,” or “I need to take a break from adultin’.”  My land, grow up.  Listen, my folks raised me so that I could handle life.  Raise yur kids right, quite yur whinin’, if yur stressed ’bout yur kids, get on yur knees and start prayin’ for them, and, oh, don’t forget to discipline them properly.  Don’t lavish them with unneeded and foolish gifts.  Don’t give in to their every whim.  Remember, they don’t run the house.
     See, Pard, and I’ll shut up–folks are too selfish.  They don’t want to take the time to be quality parents.  Yuh see, parentin’ and adultin’ means responsibility.  If’n they’re not around then they think that givin’ them gifts will make up for it.  Well, that’s about it.  The pot’s empty, time to be headin’ out.  Yep, Pard, the steel mount is packed, an’ I’ll be checkin’ my cinch.
      Vaya con Dios.