Echoes From the Campfire

Once a fellow started crying about his hurts he would never quit. This is a rough country. Nobody wants to hear about your feelings.”
                    –Ernest Haycox  (Free Grass)

       “Moses heard all the families standing in the doorways of their tents whining, and the Lord became extremely angry. Moses was also very aggravated.”

                    –Numbers 11:10 (NLT)
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Amos, after his words to Amaziah, receives another vision, that of the summer fruit.  This is the ripe fruit, the final harvest of the year.  The prophet announces, “the end has come.”  What normally would be a time of thanksgiving “would be turned to wailing because the harvest would be death.” (NKJV Study Bible)  Lloyd Ogilvie says, “Israel’s sin had ripened and spoilage was inevitable.”

        8.1 — Thus the Lord GOD showed me:  Behold, a basket of summer fruit.
          .2 — And He said, “Amos, what do you see?”  So I said, “A basket of summer fruit.”  Then the LORD said to me:  “The end has come upon My people Israel; I will not pass by them anymore.
         .3 — And the songs of the temple shall be wailing in that day,” says the Lord GOD–  “Many dead bodies everywhere, they shall be thrown out in silence.”
         .4 — Hear this, you who swallow up the needy, and make the poor of the land fail,
         .5 — Saying:  “When will the New Moon be past, that we may sell grain?  And the Sabbath, that we may trade wheat?  Making the ephah small and the shekel large, falsifying the scales by deceit,
         .6 — That we may buy the poor for silver, and the needy for a pair of sandals–even sell the bad wheat?”

     Gary C. Cohen writes, “He is not portraying people who merely break the Sabbath, but rather loathe the Sabbath–loathe it perhaps partly because they do not want their souls and spirits turned to God, which would make them feel guilty over their sins.”  Woe, when this occurs, the end is come.  In the words of Peter C. Craigie, “One can in fact practice evil so persistently that a death sentence is inevitably proclaimed.  There does actually come to a point at which all excuses are useless:  the death sentence is proclaimed and nothing can change it.”  
     “Sin” is a word that is uncommon today.  It is wrong to say that a person has sinned or is living in sin.  “Guilt”, “shame” are words that are now forbidden in modern usage.  Yet it is guilt and shame over sins that bring conviction thus bringing people to ask God for forgiveness.  “The frightening thing,” according to Ogilvie, “is that it is possible to resist the overtures of God’s love so long that our wills can become hardened.”
       Instead of a harvest of produce, “there will be instead, many dead bodies with the shock of dead silence.” (Garner)  This is an indictment against those who “swallow up the needy,” by false measures and mixing the sweeping of the threshing with the grain.  Add to that the deplorable practice of selling people into slavery.  No longer is Amos saying, “Seek the Lord and live,” now he can only say, “It’s too late; you must die.”
       The words of Jeremiah are clear, “The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.” (8:20, NKJV).  Too late, too late–there comes a time when God’s patience runs out, the scales are full, judgment is now coming.  The nation will reap what they have sown.  Warren Wiersbe puts it solemnly, “People would be so overwhelmed that they would be unable to discuss the tragedy.  Silence would reign in the land.”
       Israel had gotten to the point where they viewed God and the worship of Him as an inconvenience to their daily business.  Many want to sleep in on Sunday morning with the excuse that it is their only day to do so.  Others have ball games to attend (and that is a blight in our country, substituting children’s games for worship in God’s house).  Excuses, all sorts of excuses–maybe we are to the point like Israel, where all the excuses will be worthless.  I remember my Mom having to work at a grocery store on Sunday back in the day when most businesses were closed on the Lord’s day.  She related to me of the times people would say to her as she checked out their groceries, “It’s a shame that you have to work on Sunday.”  She would smile at them and reply, “Someone has to wait on the people who come to shop after church.”
       It is not only “remember the Sabbath Day and keep it holy,” it is allowing “things” to become more important than God.  It is putting God on the back burner, or even taking Him out of our lives.  Be careful of saying “No,” to God too long!  “Evil is not a light matter, something to be played with casually; its end is death.” (Craigie)

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven…  A time to search and a time to lose.  A time to keep and a time to throw away.”  
       –Ecclesiastes 3:1,6 (NLT)
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     I stared at the man who was just sitting down.  “Do you know him?” queried Doc, my gaze not wavering.
     Without saying anything, I stood to my feet and started toward the two men at the table.  My antagonist saw me coming, a wide grin forming on his face.  “Why, if it ain’t Marshal Forrest.  Long time no see.  I would say, I’m glad to see you’re doing well, but that’d be a lie.”
     “Teeter, what are you doin’ here?” I spat out my words with venom.  
     The smile didn’t leave his face.  “Just passing through on our way to Salt Lake,” he replied.  “Oh, Marshal, meet my friend, Frank Upton.”
     I glanced at the man, neither of us bothering to offer our hands to shake.  “Don’t be fretting yourself, Marshal.  He’s not wanted, and neither am I,” boasted Teeter arrogantly.  I know you won’t believe it, and I’m sure you’ll run down to your little office to check the wanted posters.  Oh, you might as well send a telegram to Blasco asking him,” he laughed, making me want to slap him silly.
     “Don’t worry, I’ll check,” came my quick reply.  “Stay out of trouble!”
     “Why, Marshal, that’s very good advice, but you’re not the sheriff.  Aren’t you over-stepping your jurisdiction?” he questioned with impudence emphasizing “jurisdiction.”
     I didn’t say anything more, my glare told him what I wanted him to know.  Before leaving, I glimpsed again at Upton, wanting to get him firmly in my mind.  Turning, I walked back to where Doc was waiting for me.  Instead of going to my seat, I picked the cofffepot off the stove to fill my cup.  I motioned it toward Doc, but he shook his head.
     Thoughts were turning in my head.  Upton, Frank Upton, the name wasn’t familiar, but there was something about his features.  I had seen them before, somewhere, years ago.
     Upon sitting, Doc spoke, “Are you going to fill me in, or just leave me out in no man’s land wondering what you’re thinking, and who that man is?”
     I took a sip of the hot, black coffee before answering.  “Doc, you remember, five, maybe six years ago, the shoot out in the courtroom with the Lamb brothers and some others?”  My mouth returned to the cup.
     “Well, I reckon so.  I had amputated the arm of one of the brothers from an earlier gun battle at the bank.  One of them was killed in the courtroom if I’m thinking right, the other, the one with one arm, should still be in prison,” he paused turning to look at the two men, neither of which were paying any attention but were in the process of giving Lola their order.  Shaking his head, “I’m not following you.”
     “In the courtroom that day, there were two men not arrested.  One was Ioway Jenks, the other is one of the men sitting over there, Micah Teeter.  It’s not Teeter that botherin’ me, but the other man.  Teeter said his name was Frank Upton, and that doesn’t ring a bell, but there’s something about him that is vaguely familiar.”
     I finished my coffee, then stood up.  After putting on my coat, I grabbed the Greener that had been leaning against the wall.  “Goin’ up to the office, I’ll see you later.”
     There was laughter as I passed by the table.  Before leaving the diner, I heard the voice of Teeter, “Goin’ to see if you can find my pretty face on a poster?”  Then both men laughed again.
     I didn’t bother turning but went on out the door and up the street to the jail.  Charlie just happened to be in, Lucas was in the process of sweeping out the cells when I entered.  “Charlie, I need to see your posters.  Micah Teeter is eating down at the diner, along with a man goin’ by the name of Frank Upton.”
     He went to his office to retrieve the stack of posters and I glimpsed at those on the board behind Mateo’s desk.  I didn’t expect to see either Teeter or Upton there, but by chance I still looked.  Charlie came out, giving me half the stack while he began to look through the others.
     “Teeter, that brings back memories.  Coward, if I recall, ran from his friends,” remarked Charlie.  
     Lucas finished his work, then came over to help us sort the posters.  “Senor, I remember this Teeter fellow.  I was very young then.”
     I glanced at Charlie, then turned my attention to Lucas.  He had indeed grown.  If it was five years ago, he would have been around thirteen when the incident happened.  It was Lucas who possibly saved the life of Darnelle during the bank holdup.  We get so caught up in life that we often don’t see what’s right in front of us.  
     We’d been at the chore of looking through the posters.  I was getting ready to get up and go to send Marshal Blasco a telegram when through the entrance burst, Darnelle, all flustered…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

The way I see it, every time a man gets up in the morning he starts his life over. Sure, the bills are there to pay, and the job is there to do, but you don’t have to stay in a pattern. You can always start over, saddle a fresh horse and take another trail.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (The Proving Trail)

       “Nevertheless in Your great mercy You did not utterly consume them nor forsake them; For You are God, gracious and merciful.”

                    –Nehemiah 9:31(NKJV)
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My wife’s church, when she was growing up, had what we would call responsive reading.  The chapel services at the college I attended practiced it as well.  I like it, for it gets the congregation into the Word, some of whom might be the only time they read the Scriptures.  Psalm 136 is a psalm of responsive reading.  The leader, maybe a priest, would read the first part of each verse, then the people would respond with their praise.  This is a psalm that makes us respond and look to the majesty and character of God.  Steven Lawson proclaims, “The love of God toward His saints is higher, deeper, wider, and longer than anyone can comprehend.”

          1 — Oh, give thanks to the LORD, for He is good!  For His mercy endures forever.
          2 — Oh, give thanks to the God of gods!  For His mercy endures forever.
          3 — Oh, give thanks to the Lord of lords!  For His mercy endures forever.
          4 — To Him who alone does great wonders, for His mercy endures forever;
          5 — To Him who by wisdom made the heavens, for His mercy endures forever;
          6 — To Him who laid out the earth above the waters, for His mercy endures forever;
          7 — To Him who made great lights, for His mercy endures forever–
          8 — The sun to rule by day, for His mercy endures forever;
          9 — The moon and stars to rule by night, for His mercy endures forever.  (NKJV)

     The word, “mercy,” has been translated in other versions as “faithful love” (CEB, NLT), “steadfast love” (ESV), “lovingkindness” (NASB).   Whichever term used, know this, that “God’s covenant love for His people, like a mighty river, will be flowing as strong in eternity future as when it first began in eternity past.  This is the awe-inspiring wonder of being the special object of His everlasting love.” (Lawson)  This phrase, “His love/mercy endures forever” is repeated twenty-six times in this psalm.  The psalmist wants it to sink in for this is an eternal truth.  God’s loyal love, His mercy, His lovingkindness will never fail or falter.
     We, His children, are the special objects of His special love.  God takes time to care for us in the large overwhelming things of life as well as in the small, seemingly mundane things of life.  His love is as Elizabeth Barrett Browning put it, “the nameless unremembered acts of kindness and of love.” (Wood)  When I read that, I wondered just how many acts of God’s love toward me I had forgotten, and I had to shake my head.  
     God is good!  George Wood declares that there is “Not a shadow of evil or wrongful intent toward you resides in Him.”  He is love, and His love endures forever.  His love is the love that Paul writes about, “Love never fails.” (1 Corinthians 13:8)  J.B. Phillips said, “God’s love can outlast anything.  It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else is fallen.”  God’s love was so great that He sent His Son to die for our sins to bring us back to the Father–this love endures forever.
     But, we must remember, that this love is only towards those who have accepted Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord of their life.  Unbelievers do not have this love/mercy forever for in eternity they have lost the chance, the love, and the expression of God’s great love.  His grace will no longer be extended beyond the grave no matter how many candles are lit, no matter how many prayers are said, the invitation is now, today.  In the darkness of Hades and the future lake of fire, God’s mercy will be absent.  Now is the day of acceptance!  Now is the day of rejoicing for His mercy/love endures forever to those who put their trust and faith in Christ.

               “Let us with a gladsome mind,
               Praise the Lord for he is kind;
               For his mercies aye endure,
               Ever faithful, ever sure.”
                     –John Milton

Coffee Percs

I started a fire in the stove. There was some water in a pitcher, so I poured it into the coffee pot and got some coffee started on the stove.”

                    –Dan Arnold  (Bear Creek)
 
Beep, beep, no that’s not the Road Runner, that’s good mornin’ to yuh in tech terms.  Coffee’s ready, Pard, I heard the beep from the coffee maker.  If’n I’d made it in the old perkolater there wouldn’t be a beep.  Beep, everything has a beep.  The oven is heated–beep, beep, beep.  The car door is left open–beep, beep, beep.  You left the keys in the car–beep, beep, beep.  Why, even some vehicles make beep, beep, beep, when they back up.  Add to that the dings and dongs, the pings, buzzes, whistles, and gongs and we have a whole technological symphony goin’.  
     Let me take a swallow an’ I’ll tell yuh where I’m goin’ with this.  Yuh tell me, Pard.  Why is it that the smoke alarm, when the batteries are dyin’, only beeps at the early hours of the mornin’?  They never seem to go out durin’ the day, but only at the wee hours of the mornin’, then it’s BEEP!  A few seconds later BEEP!  An’ at the time, it’s that loud and that annoyin’.  I think it must be another one of those technological conspiracies.
     I’m sure glad the ol’ song goes, “When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more…”.  I’d sure rather the Lord come on a trumpet blast than with a beeper, or a beepin’ sound.  There will be the trumpet call of God, accordin’ to ol’ Paul, not beep, beep, beep.
     Not very profound this mornin’, but let’s jist enjoy our coffee hopin’ that nothin’ else beeps around here.  But…I did hear some beepin’ the other day as there’s some construction goin’ on ’round here.  One thing, if’n yuh fall out of the saddle ’cause yuh didn’t check yur cinch and fall on yur noggin’ it sure enough won’t beep.  It’ll be more like a thud and a rattle as the marbles get all spewed about.
     Yuh be havin’ a good day an’ week, an’ if’n yuh hear some beepin’ sound check yur pacemaker; it may be out of whack and goin’ bonkers, errr I mean beepers.
      Vaya con Dios.