Echoes From the Campfire

The desert is a place for secrets, and it’s a lonely place where a man learns to read the souls of men—when he meets them.”
                         –Zane Grey  (Wanderer of the Wasteland)

       For you will be successful if you carefully obey the decrees and regulations that the Lord gave to Israel through Moses. Be strong and courageous; do not be afraid or lose heart!”

                         –1 Chronicles 22:13 (NLT)
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               “The words of Amos, who was among the sheepherders from Tekoa…  The LORD roars from Zion…”
                              –Amos 1:1-2 (NASB)

     Last week I wrote one day about knowing and doing God’s will.  It is simply obedience.  My Pastor and I briefly discussed the topic on Sunday after church and he said that God’s will comes in installments.  I like that.  For sure there are some requirements to knowing God’s will.  The first is obedience to what we already know; in other words, obedience to the Word of God.  Second is preparation.  We must prepare ourselves to the best of our ability.  I used to teach a unit on “Reading as Worship.”  We must read widely in many areas, and specifically in areas of our career and in Biblical studies, and most of all read the Bible.  We should take our education seriously, for knowledge is a prerequisite for obedience.  Finally, we must be ready to act.  Readiness is then putting all of it together–the need is there, the call is there, the willingness is there.
     With that I want to draw your attention to Amos.  For the last three weeks I have felt the urging to study Amos.  Years ago, in seminary I took a course in the Minor Prophets and since that time I have had the opportunity to teach on the subject a few times.  So, off and on, for the next few weeks I want to look at this prophet and his message.  We must keep in mind when studying any of the Prophets three major things:  1) the historical contemporalnuity, what does it mean in the context of the time period; 2) the covenant background; 3) the eschatological arguments which includes meanings for our day.
     Amos was not your “normal” prophet (whatever that was).  He filled this office for only two years, as far as we know.  In fact, he denies any professional status of a prophet.  Most scholars today believe that although probably once a shepherd, he was now the owner or manager of a sheep business.  The word used for shepherd in (1:1) is not the common word for shepherd, but for one who owned flocks of sheep.  He was also involved in the growing and harvesting of figs, and many believe he was also a cattleman:  “Then Amos replied to Amaziah, ‘I am not a prophet, nor am I the son of a prophet; for I am a herdsman and a grower of sycamore figs.” (7:14)
     Here we see a busy man, a man loaded with responsibility, yet he heard the voice of God and obeyed.  He must have been “a God-sensitive person.” (Lloyd Ogilvie).  Most likely one who had an intimate, personal relationship with God.  Perhaps during one of his prayer times God spoke to him, or maybe it was in the midst of a busy day that God interrupted his schedule.  In either scenario, Amos heard, listened, and obeyed.
     In reading Amos, his character is clearly seen.  He was first of all a plain man of God, not pretentious at all.  We see in his life and message that he was blunt, direct, courageous, and dynamic; he had a keen resentment against social wrongs.  In describing Amos, we can easily see he was deeply religious with a sharp insight into the deeper things of God.  Luxury, extravagance, and immorality were red flags in his face.  Kyle Yates expressed this about Amos, “He knew God, was certain of his call, felt the hand of God constantly upon him, and had no fear of any living person.”
     Amos came from Tekoa, situated in southern Judah, which was both a village and a territory.  It was a rugged land that dropped to the Dead Sea.  One writer said it was a “waste and howling wilderness.”  Ogilvie describes it as a “bleak area, a wasteland and wilderness.”  It ranged widely in elevation from 2700 feet to a thousand feet below sea level.  George Adam Smith writes, “The desert is always in the face of the prophets, and its howling of beasts and dry sand blow mournfully across their pages the forboding of doom.”
     It was from this land the prophet–the man–Amos emerged into prominence with his prophecy, and just as suddenly went back to the hidden realm of everyday living.  He was “A man of obedience to the divine call and resolute courage in the face of opposition.” (Peter C. Craigie)  A man who acted upon the voice of God in obedience, ready to do His bidding.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Do you think they’re the ones who have been doing all the terrorizing?” came the sincere question from Molly as we sat in the diner drinking coffee.  The morning rush was over and I had been to the jail to check on the occupant and found him in a sour mood.  In a few minutes I planned on going to see Doc Jones and his patient, hoping that he would be able to talk.
     I took a long swallow of my coffee finishing the cup before answering Molly.  “I’m almost positive.  I’m hopin’ that this Lester Feakes will shed some light on it.”  Pausing I stood to grab the coffepot from the stove to fill my cup again.  Molly declined, putting her hand over the cup.  Sitting back down, I continued, “They may be doin’ the threatenin’, but I want Martin.  He’s the instigator.”
     Molly was shaking her head.  “Why is he so set against his daughter’s happiness?”
     Taking a sip of the almost scorched coffee, I grimaced, then answered, “Because he’s a mean, bigoted man.  He cares only ’bout himself.”
     “This is terrible,” I muttered, taking another sip.
     “You made it, and besides you don’t have to drink it,” laughed Molly looking at my expression.
     I took one more deep swallow, finishing what I had poured, then said, “Didn’t want it to go to waste.”
     There were two tables with customers and I watched as Lola went around filling their cups.  I smiled, thinking of the coffee I had just tasted hoping that the big pot from the kitchen wasn’t as bad.  Lola was working out well.  Though young, she had a mind to work, and her smile was an aid to her work.  
     She came by as I stood to leave.  “Senor Marshal, can I fill your cup?”
     I hesitated for a moment before Molly jumped into the conversation.  “Miles, don’t you have to go see Doc?”
     Winking at Lola, I remarked, “Next time.”
     “I will clean your pot so it’ll be ready for you when you come back,” she said in her soft tone.
     Going out the door I almost bumped into Cecilia Baxter, one of the town’s widows.  Excusing myself, I watched for a moment as she walked towards Molly, then went out and across the street.
     Doc was in his office when I walked in.  He didn’t look up from what he was doing; looked like he was counting pills.  “How’s the patient?”
     He put up a hand, continuing to count until the bottle was full.  “He’s in bad shape, Miles.  I don’t know if he’s going to make it or not.”
     “Has he come to?”
     Doc nodded, “He’s in and out of consciousness.  You can go check.”
     Feakes lay there, pale as the sheet that was covering him.  Doc followed me in and went up by his head.  “Mr. Feakes, this is Doc Jones.”  I saw eyelids flutter, but they didn’t open.
     I sighed in frustration.  “Doc, if he comes to try to find out if Amos Martin is behind this.”  I turned to walk from the room, “I already lost one witness to death, I’d like to keep this one alive.”
     As I left the room I heard a feeble voice, “Is Bart dead?”

Echoes From the Campfire

The thing a man has to realize is that it is never too late. I’ve known of many a man who has braced up and made something of himself after he was forty, with nothing to show for the years before that but scars and the cluttering up of dead wishes. About the worst thing a man can do is to let a dream die.”

                    –Louis L’Amour  (Hanging Woman Creek)
 
       “And he carried me away in the Spirit to a great and high mountain, and showed me the great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God.”
                    –Revelation 21:10(NKJV)
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Psalm 122, another psalm of ascent, is at the beginning.  Many ask why since it speaks of Jerusalem, the destination of the pilgrims.  George Wood states, “Why then is this psalm here, near the beginning of the psalms of ascent rather than the end?  Because if you are going to reach the top, you must keep alive the faith of actually getting there.”  Remember Christian in The Pilgrim’s Progress who was going onward, upward, always looking for the Celestial City.  This morning we will look at the first five verses.

          1 — I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go into the house of the LORD.”
          2 — Our feet have been standing within your gates, O Jerusalem!
          3 — Jerusalem is built as a city that is compact together.
          4 — Where the tribes go up, the tribes of the LORD, to the Testimony of Israel, to give thanks to the name of the LORD.
          5 — For thrones are set there for judgment, the thrones of the house of David.   (NKJV)

     George Wood titles this psalm the “Dream Psalm,” because even though the psalmist knows the trail is steep and difficult at the finish the the holy city of Jerusalem.  Eventually he will reach his goal, but until that time he will encourage himself by “refreshing himself in the present toil by drawing from the well of future gladness.” (Wood)  He will make sure that he watches his step, that they are firmly established before taking the next one.  
     We live in a day when church attendance is dwindling.  Excuses are made, some say it has not recovered from COVID, but I would answer that any excuse to stay away from the house of the Lord is a flimsy excuse.  Yes, I know there are times of unusual circumstances that cannot be avoided, but on the whole, the Christian can make it to church.
     “I was glad!” the psalmist says.  But Sunday morning is my only time to sleep in.  “Let us go into…” I get bored, the preacher is always harping about something.  Excuses, so many excuses.  I had a rough night last night, I had a rough week and need to rest and recuperate.  There’s a ball game I want to watch.  Oh, I hear the fish are biting.  And on, and on, and on we can go with the excuses.

               “I’m pressing on the upward way,
               New heights I’m gaining ev’ry day;
               Still praying as I’m onward bound,
               ‘Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.'”
                         –Johnson Oatman, Jr.

     The NLT translates the second part of verse 4, “They come to give thanks to the name of the LORD as the law requires.”  The people were required to make this pilgrimage to Jerusalem to sacrifice at the Temple.  However, now the veil has been rent, we take the “temple” with us as we climb.  We are not looking for a place to throw our tent as Abraham did looking for the land that God promised him, or the cross over Jordan to the promised land that was promised to Moses and the children of Israel as they left Egypt.  No, my friend, we are looking for that wonderful city.  We are traveling the gloryland trail, and we’ll make it–no matter the hardship, no matter the hostile imps of the devil we may meet along the way, no matter the battles, no matter the pestilences that may come–heaven is waiting.  Take time to read of the New Jerusalem found in Revelation 21:10-22:5.
     So onward and upward.  The mind and attitude is set.  The “blessed hope” is before us and the heavenly city awaits.  The Lord is coming, are you able to sing, or to say, “I was glad when they said to me, ‘Let us go to the house of the LORD'”?

               “Come, we that love the Lord
               And let your joys be known,
               Join in a song with sweet accord,
               And thus surround the throne.”
                       –Isaac Watts

 

Coffee Percs

He had pulled a chair away from the door and was leaning against the wall, sipping on a steaming hot cup of coffee. He pointed to the pot on the stove. ‘Hep yoreself and grab a chair.’” 

                   –Donald L. Robertson  (Callum’s Mission)
 
Come on in, Pard, help yurself.  Ahhh, mighty fine tastin’ coffee this mornin’ if’n I do say so myself.  That’s the real stuff, no latte, no cinos, just plain ol’ good, delicious coffee.  I don’t want no deception to muh taste buds.  Nosiree!
     Speakin’ of deception, there’s sure a bunch of it goin’ on.  Goin’ get worser an’ worser as we wait for the return of the Lord.  One day, after we’re gone, the ol’ deceiver himself is gonna rule through the man of lawlessness–the Antichrist.  Talk about deception, I reckon there won’t be any such thing as real coffee.  See, that’s part of the agenda, confuse their taste buds.  Offer them something sweet with just a hint of the real thing.  Cinos they call it, a taste of enlightenment.
     Why, Pard, listen up!  Deception is all ’round us.  Using the guise of peace for deception I saw where the pope, his goodness himself, kissing the hand of a Muslim iman.  Mr. Pope said that all religions “have a role to play.”  Well, Pard, he done right ’bout that.  All have a play in deception including pseudo-Christianity.  That sounds more like the religion of Oprah, all religions lead to God.  Whew, that makes a man want to double the grounds for the next pot.  Seems to me I read in the Bible that to be a friend of the world is to be an enemy of God.  Deception, Pard, that’s all it is.  Why they’re a-sayin’ just “help yurself.”
     This week, I decided to add another pet peeve to my list.  One day I need to go through an’ delete a few since some of them relate to my time in education.  But here’s my new one.  Yuh take a swaller as I tell yuh.  AI.  Yelp, AI is on my list.  I look at AI photos of places that this ol’ bones have traveled an’ it’s just plain ol’ deception.  AI is tryin’ to deceive folks by sayin’ what yur a-lookin’ at is the place.  Why, Pard, just the other day, a picture of Boulder Falls was posted.  It was no more Boulder Falls than Niagara.  Then a photo of the San Juans, my mercy, I’ve traveled those lonesome peaks.  It looked more like some of those in the Andes or someplace else.  Pard, they even tried to fool me with some photos of my stoopin’ grounds outside the Indian Peaks.  False photos of Rocky Mountain National Park.  Pard, I tell yuh, it’s all part of the ploy–deception.  Go ‘head, they’re sayin’, believe what yuh see–help yurself.
     That ol’ liar slewfoot is the father of lies an’ he hasn’t stopped.  Why from almost the beginnin’ he spewed forth lies, lies of deception.  Ol’ Eve and Adam bit right into it.  Help yurself–the devil said, an’ they chewed a bite of that fruit an’ evil with all of its deception came forth, an’ the devil laughed with glee.  Pard, one day, an’ the world’s headin’ that way, the people are goin’ to believe the biggest lie of all.  Until that day, the devil just says, go ‘head–help yurself.  It might start with just a sip of cino, or maybe some weed, after all it won’t hurt yuh; or maybe only a drink at a party.  Yep, help yurself.
     Pard, right now, I’m gonna help myself to another cup of coffee, and then do some more readin’ in the Bible; helpin’ myself to some of that bread of life.  The Lord says, He has a table spread, and calls for us to come and dine–to help ourselves to the things of the Lord, not the things of the world.
     Well, Pard, guess I got to preachifyin’ some today, but the coffee was worth it, right?  Yuh be comin’ over long as I can afford it.  My mercy, have yuh been to the grocery lately?  Well, uh, that’s a subject for another Perc.  Yuh be havin’ a good week, guard the truth, don’t be gettin’ yurself deceived, and for land’s sake, check yur cinch.
      Vaya con Dios.