Echoes From the Campfire

The fruits—I’ll read ‘flowers’–of the Spirit are love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, self-control, and some of these grow only in the canyon.”
                    –Ralph Connor  (The Sky Pilot)

       “Instead, rejoice as you share Christ’s suffering. You share his suffering now so that you may also have overwhelming joy when his glory is revealed.”

                   –1 Peter 4:13  (CEB)
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     I want to throw a few things at you to ponder this morning and throughout the day.  We’ll start at Acts 16, with Paul and Silas arriving in Philippi.  They were having success in ministering, so much so that it was threatening local businesses and the leadership of the city.  When Paul cast a demon out of a girl who was a wage-earner, the men became outraged and drug them before the city officials who then had them whipped and thrown into prison.
     There is so much to this story, but I want us to concentrate on verse 25, “But at midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them.” (NKJV)  They were not singing the blues, they were not moaning and groaning over their situation.  See, they understood that the steps of a righteous man are ordered by God and thus were singing His praises for He was with them in the midst of their woes.  They weren’t singing the theme-song of so many, “Gloom, despair, agony on me…”.  More likely it was something like, “There’s power, power, wonder-working power…”.  There was enough power to cause an earthquake and release them from their chains.  Even in the worst of circumstances we can rejoice in the Lord.  “When the pressure is on, you don’t have to run or retreat. You can rejoice, smile, skip, and clap your hands because you know that God is with you, always.” (James Merritt)
     Praising the Lord in prison while at Philippi.  Rejoicing in the Spirit despite their circumstances.  Friends, if circumstances dictate our attitudes, especially towards the Lord, we have a poor relationship with Him.  But now, fast forward ten to fifteen years, Paul is again in prison, not in Philippi, but he has the Philippians on his mind and so writes them a letter–a letter of rejoicing.  Right from the start, his pen moves under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit and he writes, “I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine making request for all of you with joy.” (1:3, NKJV)
     Prison again, and while there is some debate as to whether this was Paul’s first or second imprisonment in Rome, it doesn’t matter.  He has no idea of what tomorrow may bring; it could be his execution, but while waiting he writes this wonderful letter to the Philippian church about rejoicing.  Lydia would have heard it, perhaps the girl that was freed from the demonic spirit was there.  Surely, Paul thought of the old jailer who came to the Lord and brought his family.  He would be smiling, thinking of that night many years ago when he heard two men singing praises instead of cursing in their prison cells.  Paul sang in prison, now he writes a letter from another prison.
     He writes, “Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord…”.  (3:1, NKJV)  It is important that we grasp the concept here.  Rejoicing was not just a happenstance with the Philippians.  Rejoicing was part of the lifestyle of Paul, part of his character.  Life was not going to get him down, the devil was not going to defeat him, instead he was going to rejoice.  He wrote the Thessalonian church to, “Rejoice always.” (5:16)  In his letter he admonishes the Philippians, and thus to all believers everywhere, to “Rejoice in the Lord always.  Again I will say, rejoice!” (4:4, NKJV)  In the midst of all difficulties, in the midst of all situations, we are called to rejoice!  Jack Graham says, “Find your joy in God’s blessings, not your immediate circumstances.”  In that same vein, Matthew Henry states, “It is our duty and privilege to rejoice in God, and to rejoice in him always; at all times, in all conditions. There is enough in God to furnish us with matter of joy in the worst circumstance on earth.”
     So rejoice!  Again I say rejoice!

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Whatever exists today and whatever will exist in the future has already existed in the past.  For God calls each even back in its turn.”  –Ecclesiastes 3:15, NLT
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     My hand went instinctively to my gun.  I pushed Doc to the side, ready.  
     “Miles!  You scared me!” cried out Luciana.  “Mateo told me what happened and with the boys in school I thought I might come by to help the Senora.”  She then looked over my shoulder to where Molly was sitting.  “She is all right, is she not?”
     I was a bit disturbed at myself, ready to draw, and shoot if need be and it was only Luciana.  I nodded, “Thank you for coming.  Uh, let me open the door so you can get inside.”
     She stepped in, saw Doc and gave him a greeting and hug, then hurried over to where Molly was at the table.  Molly gave me a little wave, so I went on out the door, closing it behind me.  
     “Let me go check on my patient.  I’ll get back to you later,” said Doc, then he rushed on across the street.
     Rushing up the boardwalk, I wasn’t paying any attention and almost ran over Betty Chapman.  “Why Miles, you should be more careful and observant of your surroundings,” she muttered with concern.
     She was right, of course.  What was going on in my head?  I apologized profusely, she took it, then gave me a smile, nodding her head as if she understood.  I’m glad she did.  She informed me that she was coming down to see Molly and help clean up the diner.  I turned to watch her continue on her trek.  Friends–that’s part of what life is all about.
     Continuing on up to the jail, I entered to see Lucas closing the door to the cells.  For some reason, my attention was drawn to the fact that he was wearing a gunbelt.  I knew he did, but it really never caught my attention.  “You gettin’ any good with that pistola?”  
     He gave me a slight smile.  “Charlie says I’m getting faster each time he takes me out.”
     Nodding at him, I remarked, “Fast is good, but you have to be able to hit your target.  I’ve known several who were faster than the person they faced but are now lying beneath God’s good sod.”
     “Faster than you?” his eyes opened in amazement.  “Senor Miles, you’re the fastest I’ve ever seen.”
     “Lucas my boy, you ain’t seen much, but one of the reasons I’m still standing is that I didn’t miss.”  For some reason my hand went to my side, the location of one of my many scars.  It became quiet, and I said, “I pray that you never have to use that against another man.”  Lucas dropped his head, then gave a slight nod.
     To break up the solemnity, I asked, “How’s the prisoner?  I came up to talk with him.”
     “He doesn’t complain, even at the coffee I bring him,” replied Lucas, then he chuckled.  “He said it reminded him of drinking tar.”
     I slapped Lucas on the shoulder, “Well, Lucas, I don’t ever plan to drink tar, so I won’t have to make the comparison.”  He smiled as I took the keys from his hand to open the door.
     “Okay, Thornton, or is it Short?  I want some answers.”
     “Marshal,” he muttered as he moved to sit up on the cot.  “Are you really going to hold me here?  I’m truly not wanted in Colorado.”
     “How about Kansas?  I was told you’re a wanted man there.”
     “This Thornton fellow might be, but as my dearly departed friend told you, I’m Josiah Short,” he paused for a moment then continued.  “My brother, Luke, ain’t gonna like you locking me up in here.”
     “I know Luke and I don’t reckon he’ll be a bother.”
     His eyes widened quickly when I mentioned that I knew Luke Short, then he quickly gained his composure.  “Give me the names of the other two men,” I ordered sharply.
     “Uh, the one with the fur was Frank Upton; the other one from the kitchen was Curly Coy.  He was a crazy man,” he told me, shaking his head.
     “This doesn’t sound like something Teeter would do.”
     Before he answered Lucas came into the cell area with a telegram.  There was concern etched on his face when he handed me the telegram.  “Sheriff shot, Peters dead — STOP — need your help.  Deputy Lucius Tanner.”
     “I’ll get back to you,” I told the man in the cell, then followed Lucas from the cell room.  “Don’t say anything to your sister until you hear from me!  Got it?”  I headed for the train station to check the time of departure…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

A night like this is like no other night. There is a beauty in it that is scarcely real.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (Taggart)

       “I will bring the blind by a way they did not know; I will lead them in paths they have not known. I will make darkness light before them, And crooked places straight. These things I will do for them, And not forsake them.”
                    –Isaiah 42:16 (NKJV)
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     “You can’t get away from Him!”  That’s the truth of Psalm 139.  Unbelievers, atheists and agnostics, scoffers, and downright sinners can never get away from God.  He is always there.  Christian, hold on to that truth!  He is the God who is there, and He is there all the time!  John Arrowsmith relates a story, “A heathen philosopher once asked, ‘Where is God?’  The Christian answered, ‘Let me first ask you, where is He not?'”

          7 — Where can I do from Your Spirit?  Or where can I flee from Your presence?
          8 — If I ascend into heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.
          9 — If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
        10 — Even there You hand shall lead me, and Your right hand shall hold me.
        11 — If I say, “Surely the darkness shall fall on me,” even the night shall be light about me;
        12 — Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You, but the night shines as the day; the darkness and the light are both alike to You.  (NKJV)

     We should be overwhelmed, as was David, that God is always there with us.  I came across this story:  Eight years after Columbus discovered America, an English sea captain showed a map to King Henry VII.  The map revealed all the unexplored territories of the world.  Over some of these territories were the words “Here be dragons,” “Here be demons,” etc.  But if King David drew up such a map, over the unexplored territories on his map would be the words, “Here be God.” (William J. Petersen)  A pioneer missionary to New Zealand, Bishop Selwyn, wrote upon arriving, “All visible things are new and strange, but the things that are unseen remain the same.” (Petersen)  See, Selwyn understood that God is there.
     How far is God from you?  He’s right at your fingertips.  He’s in front of your eyes, and if you listen He’s whispering at your ear.  There is no physical place on earth to run and hide from God.  There is no place in the spiritual realm where you can escape.  I used to wonder about verse 8.  “If I make my bed in hell (Sheol) God is there.”  David was emphasizing that God’s presence extended even to the place of the dead.  But think for a moment–God’s wrath is there.  We read in Hebrews, “our God is a consuming fire.” (12:29)  Phillips translates it, “God is a burning fire.”  He is there, even in the midst of the underworld.  He is in the darkness, and think on that; if He enters the darkness it is no longer dark.  Think of that, even the darkness is not dark to God.  
     We are ever in His presence, oh what a glorious thought.  Perhaps it would do us good instead of fretting about tomorrow and the weeks ahead, we should write on our calendar:  Here be God.  For He is there!

               “I know not where his islands lift
               Their fronded palms in air,
               I only know I cannot drift
               Beyond his love and care.”
                     –John Greenleaf Whittier

 

Coffee Percs

He held the coffee-pot in one hand and tin cup in the other, then hailed his partner cheerfully.” 

                    –William MacLeod Raine  (The Sheriff’s Son)
 
     “Get yur hide sanctified, it’s not too late.  Brother get branded, step through the gate…”  Yeehaw, Pard come on and join in now.  “Get yur hide sanctified…”  Oh, yuh need yur tonsils liquefied ‘fore yuh can sing.  What do yuh mean, yuh don’t know that song?  It’s by that ol’ puncher, Wylie from up on that northern range.  Or are yuh one of them that don’t believe in sanctification?  Whew, Pard, that’s a long word, and I’ll tell yuh the truth, it’s a long process.  It takes a person their whole life, and since we don’t believe in that there reincarnation, yuh best be gettin’ on with it.
     Pard, I don’t want to get all theological on yuh this mornin’, but sanctification is one of those almost archaic words in the church, yet it is so vital to our walk with the Lord.  Yep, Pard, coffee’s good, but don’t be changin’ the subject.  When we get that changed heart, are born again, we are sanctified, but then the process begins.  We take up the Lord’s yoke, our cross, and we begin travelin’ the glory road.  We have the Holy Spirit guidin’ and teachin’ us along the way how to be “in Christ” and how to “grow in grace.”
     Yur right, this coffee is good, my ol’ gizzard is doin’ some flips of joy.  But back to what I was a-sayin’, we wear the brand of the Lord now and the enemy, that grim face, evil-eyed one is after us.  We’re safe, ’cause we’re wearin’ the brand of the Lord.  The Holy Spirit has done sealed us, but that don’t mean there’s not a fight.  That’s why yuh have to keep yurself primed, guns loaded and ready for any hostile action by ol’ slewfoot.
     Yuh have trouble with sufferin’, it ain’t the Lord; it’s the devil tryin’ to blot out the brand.  Havin’ toils, and woes, and conniption fits, that’s the ol’ troll tryin’ to steal yur joy, tryin’ to rustle yuh away from the Lord.  Pard, hang tight, he can’t do it…yur safe in the Lord’s herd, that’s why yuh keep on workin’ on bein’ sanctified.  Why Pard, I heard recently of someone I know that purposely was changin’ over to the devil’s herd.  Said life was too hard, too much work and sorrow and sufferin’ and that they didn’t believe in God any more.  My mercy!  Life happens, an’ when the devil throws things on our trail that should drive us closer to the One who keeps us.
     Yuh been listenin’ to me, Pard, or just sittin’ back enjoyin’ that wonderful brew I made.  That’s all right, Pard, I know yur branded by the Lord, it’s just that sometimes yuh don’t use yur noggin’ and check yur cinch ‘fore yuh mount.  That’s just leavin’ an openin’ for that sneaky troll to strike at yuh.  Yuh be primed and ready and doin’ what yuh can.  “Ohhhhh, get yur hide sanctified…”
     Vaya con Dios.