Echoes From the Campfire

Our valley has only fitted us for a better life somewhere. Come!”

                    –Zane Grey  (Riders of the Purple Sage)

       “I will open up rivers for them on high plateaus.  I will give them fountains of water in the valleys.  In the deserts they will find pools of water.  Rivers fed by springs will flow across the dry, parched ground.”
                    –Isaiah 41:18  (NLT)
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          Down in the valley the valley so low,
          Hang your head over, hear the wind blow…
                    –Jimmie Tarlton (?)

          But the Lord knows I can’t live on the mountain
          So He picked out a valley for me…
                    –Dottie Rambo

     Valleys are unique, as far as symbolism goes.  A valley can mean a place of rest or renewal; it can be the place where life is lived out to the fullest.  However, a valley can also be a place of dread, such as Death Valley, or the valley of the shadow of death.  Perhaps it is like life itself–it depends on the context and perspective.
     Last Sunday, during the song service, I noticed an unfamiliar hymn.  The words stuck in my mind; maybe it was because I grew up in Boulder Valley that the words stood out to me.  It was written in 1880 by William O. Cushing.

          Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,
          Where the flow’rs are blooming and the sweet waters flow;
          Ev’ry-where He leads me I would follow, follow on,
          Walking in His footsteps till the crown to be won.
 
     The lushness of the valley, with the stream flowing through depicts easy and comfortable travel.  It is easy to get caught up in the tranquility of it as the trek is full of flowers with the birds singing their melodious tunes.  Stop, dangle the toes in the stream…ahhh, refreshing; it is so simple to follow Jesus in the valley.

          Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go,
          Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow;
          With His hand to lead me I will never, never fear,
          Danger cannot fright me if my Lord is near.

     The calmness of the valley can quickly be broken with the crash of lightning and roll of thunder.  The sweet water that flowed so gently is now a raging torrent as the water sweeps down from the hills.  The clouds have brought gloom and darkness, but then, then in the midst of the storm you feel His hand holding a little tighter to yours.  This storm, like all storms, will pass.  There is no fear as we continue to follow Christ through the storm in the valley.

          Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep,
          Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep;
          He will keep me safely in the path that He has trod,
          Up to where they gather on the hills of God.

     There’s not a better traveling companion than Jesus.  He keeps us going on the right path and in the right direction.  But, be careful, don’t get complacent, for we travel through the valleys ever onward and upward to the hills of God.  Our determination must be to follow Christ, not to dawdle in the valley.  It must be our life’s quest to follow Him.  Look at the chorus of this hymn, written in the same year by Robert Lowery.

          Follow!  follow!  I will follow Jesus!
          Any-where, ev’ry-where, I will follow on!
          Follow!  Follow!  I will follow Jesus!
          Ev’ry-where, He leads me I will follow on!

 

Echoes From the Campfire

They would think he was like who he rode with.”
                    –C. Wayne Winkle  (A Dangerous Beginning)

       “For as churning cream produces butter, and as twisting the nose produces blood, so stirring up anger produces strife.”
                    –Proverbs 30:33  (NIV)
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(NKJV) Proverbs 3:
          29 — Do not devise evil against your neighbor, for he dwells by you for safety’s sake.
          30 — Do not strive with a man without cause, if he has done you no harm.
(ESV)
          29 — Do not plan evil against your neighbor, who dwells trustinly beside you.
          30 — Do not contend with a man for no reason, when he has done you no harm.

     Perhaps the first question we should ask comes from the mouth of Jesus, “Who is your neighbor?”  Then our answer should correspond to what He expects, for the need is the call.  To devise evil against your neighbor, or to cause harm to another for no reason is out and out treachery.  Have you seen some of the nonsense that is filmed on social media where a person is walking along the street and all of a sudden they are viciously attacked by another just for the sheer pleasure of it?  Imagine walking along, a person walks innocently towards you, and then, unexpectedly he attacks you by slugging you wearing brass knuckles.  That is demonic.  You are helpless to the attack and then he goes along his way laughing while you are on the ground bleeding and nursing a broken jaw.  
     What does your actual neighbor think of you, if you have one.  Or the person sitting next to you at work, or in church?  We should be the kind of trusting neighbors where we would be asked to care for a home if they went out of town.  The type to care for their yard if they were away or incapacitated in some manner.  By doing this our relationship with God is seen in a practical way.  J. Vernon McGee says, “We leave the pathway of faith and trust in God when we take matters into our own hands.”  If there is a problem there are proper and right ways of dealing with them.
     This is a dog-eat-dog world some would say.  No, we are to be friendly–neighborly.  To win friendship with a person for the express reason of doing harm or taking advantage of them is evil.  It is devilish.
     There was a parent at a school where I was the principal.  He was not a bad person, but he and his wife were always causing strife, they were always argumentative.  One day I called the man into my office because as I said, he was a good man.  I asked him how he feels when he is walking down the hallway and a teacher sees  him coming and they head for the restroom or the nearest exit so they do not have to speak or acknowledge you?   He was surprised, shocked really.  To his credit he asked if they really do that and why, so I had the opportunity to teach a little lesson.  There was a change in the man and the situation.  
     Strife brings nothing but misery.  It can continue on for generations affecting each of them until no one knows the reason for the conflict.  We’ve all heard of the famous feud of the Hatfields and the McCoys.  Strife, that went on from generation to generation.  If we say we are Christians and are causing strife, for no reason, we give a false representation of our heavenly Father.  Senseless argument and criticism is destruction and rarely does any good come from it.  Think of the story of Abraham and Lot.
          “Now the land was not able to support them, that they might dwell together for their possessions were so great that they could not dwell together.  And there was strife between the herdsmen of Abram’s livestock and the herdsmen of Lot’s livestock…  So Abram said to Lot, ‘Please let there be no strife between you and me…'”  (Genesis 13:6-8, NKJV)
Abraham could have demanded by rights the good land, but he graciously allowed Lot to choose, not wanting to cause strife between him and his nephew.  And we know the story continues with Lot choosing the “better” land towards Sodom, but then God opened up His plan for Abraham.  As we go through life we should always try to do good, but we should always try to do no harm.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Then I observed that most people are motivated to success by their envy of their neighbors.  But this, too, is meaningless, like chasing the wind.”  
–Ecclesiastes 4:4 (NLT)
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     I walked through the saloon doors then took a step to my left to let my eyes adjust and so I could survey the room.  It was crowded and much warmer than outside though most of the customers had their coats or jackets on; it also smelled like beer, sweat, and vomit.  In my experience that was the norm unless the bartender and owner mopped the floors regularly.
     Now to find McGinnis.  I was at a disadvantage not knowing what he looked like.  As my eyes gathered in the customers I noticed a man to my left that was watching me.  One of McGinnis’.  A  slick-looking man was at the bar wearing his gun low; that must be the Kid, and the table in the back next to him were three men, the best dressed I figured was McGinnis.
     It was time to get this started.  Heading towards the bar, not many paid attention to me, I was just another customer, so I took notice of those who did.  So far, I had counted four men who most likely were his minions.  
     “Whiskey?” the barkeep asked as I stepped up to the bar.  
     “McGinnis,” came my sharp reply.  It sort of took him back and he had a puzzled look on his face as if I was asking for a particular brand of whiskey.  I stared hard at the man and repeated, “McGinnis!”
     The Kid standing at the end of the bar took notice moving to the corner.  His hands were low, near his gun.
     The bartender finally answered, “Who should I tell is asking for him?”
     “United States Deputy Marshal Miles Forrest,” I barked, turning slightly toward the Kid and the table where I thought McGinnis was sitting.
     “Get out lawdog,” came a menacing voice which almost made me chuckle.  It was the Kid, now moving away from the bar.
     “If you’re Malloy, I’ll deal with you after I arrest McGinnis.”  That made him sneer, like the real tough man he thought he was.  It ranckled him that I paid him little mind.
     His hand moved slightly closer to the butt of his gun.  “Arrest for what?”
     “Sonny-boy, move aside if he is sitting behind you I’d hate for you to get in my way.”  His face was turning red; good, I wanted him angry.  It was then that the three men at the table had moved slightly.  I wished the Kid wasn’t standing there, I could take all three of them out with the Greener, but as it was the Kid would have to come first.
     “Big man, standing there with a shotgun!” snarled the Kid.
     I moved the Greener to my left hand, and moved my jacket so I could have freer access to my pistol.  “If you’re that sneaky Kid who only shoots people in the back, I might as well deal with your first.  You’re under arrest for the attempted murder of Sheriff Charlie Gold.”
     A voice from the table piped up, “I thought you said that sheriff was dead.”
     Not taking my eyes from Malloy I answered, “Not hardly.  Now unbuckle your gunbelt or go for it,” I paused, then added, “Do you have a name besides Kid, I always like to know who I’m sendin’ to their Maker.”
     I was half expecting it.  He didn’t reply, but went for his gun.  He was fast, too fast for his shot went wide and I heard a grunt from a man in the room, while I drew my pistol and shot the Kid through the breadbasket, splitting his breastbone in half.  His eyes widened and that was the last expression he would ever make.  One of the men at the table pulled his gun, but was hindered by the table.  I shot him twice before he had leveled his gun above the table.  It was time to make a switch.  Quickly I holstered my pistol then brought the Greener up to bear.
     Foolish!  Both men at the table fired.  I felt the sting of a bullet, but I cut loose with one barrel, instantly killing one man and knocking the other man, McGinnis, over backward.
I saw the bartender move to bring a shotgun up from under the bar.  My other barrel cut loose on him, knocking him back against the counter behind him breaking several bottles. The other pieces of buckshot did a job on more bottles and the grand mirror on the wall.
     I knew there was at least one more man in the room.  With the shotgun empty I dropped it to bring my pistol up again.  A man shot, the bullet whizzing past me hitting the bar.  My pistol blasted, once, twice, the second bullet hitting the man.  I only had one more shell in the gun; I hoped there weren’t any others.
     It was still, so I reached down to pick up the Greener and reloaded it.  With that done, I shouted, “Anyone else want to join this little circus?”  There were no takers, so I continued, “If not, I’d be obliged if all of you would be kind enough to put both hands on the table.  If I see anyone not complyin’ I’ll figure that you are against me, and you and whoever is sitting next to you will feel a load of lead.”
     From what I could see all complied with my wishes.  I half-turned to walk over to where McGinnis was on the floor…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

One learns its way and its life, and moves with care, and never ceases to be wary, for the desert has traps and tricks for the careless.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (Hondo)

       “For among My people are found wicked men; they lie in wait as one who sets snares; they set a trap; they catch men.”

                    –Jeremiah 5:26  (NKJV)
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     I believe the words of F.B. Meyer gives us a hint of how to walk this journey of life.  He writes, “It is marvelous how the feet are kept from snares and pitfalls, when the eyes, instead of being fixed upon the ground, are lifted upwards to the throne.”  When we’re constantly gazing down and lose focus on the Lord is when the enemy can more easily set his traps for us.  This morning we finish Psalm 141.

          6 — Their judges are overthrown by the sides of the cliff, and they hear my words, for they are sweet.
          7 — Our bones are scattered at the mouth of the grave, as when one plows and breaks up the earth.
          8 — But my eyes are upon You, O GOD the Lord; in You I take refuge; do not leave my soul destitute.
          9 — Keep me from the snares they have laid for me, and from the traps of the workers of iniquity.
        10 — Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I escape safely.  (NKJV)

     With all the racket stirred up by today’s media it is easy to become fretful and perplexed.  We begin to fix our eyes on all that is going on around us instead of focusing on the truth of God’s Word and looking to Him.  We tend to become absorbed in our difficulties or begin to moan the “woe-is-me’s”, when our eyes should be fixed on the Lord.  In the midst of crooked judges and leaders we can walk determinedly to our goal.  God will not abandon us to the wicked or to the evil one.
     Difficulty will come, that is certain.  It may hit you in various ways and means, but we must not take our eyes off the Lord.  In fact, the Lord seldom removes a difficulty, an obstacle, or a mountain, rather He takes us through them, over them; and if He does remove them, well, that is called a miracle.  Yes, there are snares waiting out there, we must be on the alert–constantly.  We must never waver, but walk each step with forethought and steadfastness.  As we travel we must not forget that the Holy Spirit is our guide.
     In closing this morning, I pass along the words of George O. Wood, “You must avoid the mistake of glancing only occasionally at God during the time you are wounded.  You can’t afford to go a single day without integrating His Word into your life, or conversing with Him in prayer.”

          “Take the world, but give me Jesus,
          All its joys are but a name.
          But His love abides forever
          Through eternal years the same.”
                –Fanny J. Crosby