Echoes From the Campfire

Every man is responsible for his own actions. Whatever he does or says, it’s his choice and no one else’s.”
                    –John Deacon  (Yonder)

       “The [reverent] fear of the Lord [that is, worshiping Him and regarding Him as truly awesome] is the beginning and the preeminent part of knowledge [its starting point and its essence]; But arrogant fools despise [skillful and godly] wisdom and instruction and self-discipline.”
                    –Proverbs 1:7 (Amplified)
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Chapter 8 of Proverbs starts out with the cry from wisdom.  This is the cry of reality, the cry of reason.  No, not man’s reason, nor man’s relative reality.  The wisdom of God is pure in its nature, and as I have written many times the words of Francis Schaeffer, “True spirituality comes all of reality.”  Then listen, listen to the cry of reality–the cry of wisdom.  Bob Beasley says that, “Godly wisdom is truth.  That which is not wise is crooked and perverse.”  As you read, note also the Messianic tone.

          1 — Does not wisdom cry out, and understanding life up her voice?
          2 — She takes her stand on the top of the high hill, beside the way, where the paths meet.
          3 — She cries out by the gates, at the entry of the city, at the entrance of the doors:
          4 — To you, O men, I call, and my voice is to the sons of men.
          5 — O you simple ones, understand prudence, and you fools, be of an understanding heart.
          6 — Listen, for I will speak of excellent things, and from the opening of my lips will come the right things;
          7 — For my mouth will speak truth; wickedness is an abomination to my lips.
          8 — All the words of my mouth are with righteousness; nothing crooked or perverse is in them.
          9 — They are all plain to him who understands, and right to those who find knowledge.
        10 — Receive my instruction, and not silver, and knowledge rather than choice gold;
        11 — For wisdom is better than rubies, and all the things one may desire cannot be compared with her.  (NKJV)

     If you wonder why there is so much chaos, so much perversion and immorality, it is because man does not heed the cry of wisdom.  We see that reason is making herself heard.  But who is listening?  Then too often, the voice of wisdom is silenced (i.e., Charlie Kirk).  “People create circumstances that are good and bad, and you and I have to deal with people and circumstances as we go through life.” (Wiersbe)  As we read through Proverbs, note the people that are seen–you’ll meet them throughout your life.
     It has become the purpose of higher education to silence wisdom.  They show a type of pseudo-wisdom–fake, false, man’s wisdom.  It has become the purpose of politicians to push a wisdom that does not line up with the Scriptures.  One reason for that, is that the Word of God is not taught, preached, or lived out.  With that, many pulpits, that sacred desk which should be crying out with the wisdom of God is silent and has become complacent or compromised.
     Let me add, no matter what we see–wisdom is calling; always placing man at places of decision.  Verse 3, says that she cries out where the paths meet.  The path divides, which do you take?  THE CHOICE IS YOURS.  I would advise listening to the voice of wisdom, not the progressive teaching of culture.  The wisdom of God is patient while modern culture “elevates quick fixes, instant gratification and self-centered pursuits.” (Mike Leake)  J. Verson McGee writes, “The problem is in the mind and heart of men.”  Look at the way, the paths come together, which will you take.  Wisdom has only one path–choose wisely.
     Quickly I want to give some thoughts.  There is so much to say on these verses.  Verse 4, the appeal is to all people, just as salvation is to all.  Who will listen?  Verse 5, if you are immature you should learn to be mature.  If you are foolish, you should learn to have sense.  What voice are you listening to?  Verse 6, Listen/Hear!!  We should follow the example given here and let “our words reflect the presence of God in our hearts.”  When you speak, what comes from your mouth?  The words of the wise, the godly or the atrocious speech of the wicked?  Verse 10-11, show the value of godly training and instruction.  It is far better than worldly wealth and gain.  I will add in closely, these verses present a path, a choice–who are you serving?  If serving God, how much energy and effort is put into that service?   Pursue God listening to the words of wisdom.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

There is another serious problem I have seen in the world.  Riches are sometimes hoarded to the harm of the saver, or they are put into risky investments that turn sour, and everything is lost.  In the end, there is nothing left to pass on to one’s children.”  –Ecclesiastes 5:13-14 (NLT)
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     We were all enjoying a delicious breakfast at the diner.  By “we”, I mean myself, Mateo, and Charlie Gold.  Seldom are the three of us able to get together unless it is because of some crisis.  Mateo had Emelda’s wonderful huevos rancheros of which I had an order of myself.  It is always a hard decision, the huevos rancheros or biscuits and gravy of which the Sheriff was stuffing himself with.
     “Careful, Charlie.  Yuh better slow down some or you’ll be droppin’ a glob that gravy on your new shirt.  I don’t think Marta would be pleased.  I will say, however, that’s it’s nice to see you all dressed up.”
     Mateo stopped his fork halfway to his mouth and grinned.  “It’s ’cause he’s politicking.  Election is comin’ up in a few weeks.”
     I had been out of town and had plum forgotten that it was election time.  I was just getting ready to remark on it when Doc Jones walked into the diner.  “Well, sure hope there’s no crime taking place in town as the duly appointed law officers, and one elected one,” he said pointing to Charlie, “are all stuffing their bellies with food.  And from what I’m seeing if there was a crime they would be so full that they’d have to waddle to the crime scene.”
     “Doc, sit yourself down and quit your blabbering!” snapped Charlie.  “We were listening to Miles.  He’s got quite the decision to make.”
     “Heard you were back in town,” quipped Doc, then he surveyed our plates.  Shaking his head, he waved Lola over.  “Dear, I’ll have a piece of pie–chocolate if you have any.  If not, bring me any type of cream pie.”
     “I’ll get the coffee for him, Lola.  Go ahead and find something for Doc’s disposition to sweeten it up.”
     I got a glare from him along with a grunted, “Bah.”
     Standing I grabbed a cup from the shelf and poured Doc a cup of coffee, and then filled the cups of Mateo and Charlie along with my own.  As I was setting the pot back on the stove I heard Charlie warn Doc, “If you take the last piece of chocolate, you might just be having to fix yourself up.”
     “Come on, Miles, sit down and tell me what’s happening,” commanded Doc, before taking a sip.
     “I’ve been offered a position as a Colorado Ranger,” I simply told the three of them.
     “Does that mean Denver is in your future?” inquired Doc, sipping at the hot brew.
     “No, I’ll be assigned to Section D and will travel a circuit similar to what Charlie does as sheriff.
     Mateo was staring, and I could tell he was puzzled.  “Amigo, pardon my ignorance, but I have never, ever, heard of the Colorado Mounted Rangers.”
     “And what is Section D?” blurted out Doc.
     “Ask him what Molly thinks of it,” snickered Charlie.  I looked at him, smiling.  A large chuck of gravy had fallen on his new shirt.  The whitish color of the gravy showed up quite well on his maroon shirt.
     “Hold on…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

The greatest men are those who have fallen deepest into the mire, sinned most, suffered most, and then have fought their evil natures and conquered.”
                    –Zane Grey  (The Light of the Western Stars)

       “He drew me up out of a horrible pit [a pit of tumult and of destruction], out of the miry clay (froth and slime), and set my feet upon a rock, steadying my steps and establishing my goings.”
                    –Psalm 40:2 (Amplified)
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               “He paid a debt He did not owe
               I owed a debt I could not pay…”
                     –Ellis J. Crum

Upon reading this psalm/song of Paul’s the words to the song by Crum came immediately to mind.  William Barclay says that “In many ways this is the greatest and most moving passage Paul ever wrote about Jesus.”  

          4 — Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others.
          5 — Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus,
          6 — who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God,
          7 — but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men.
          8 — And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross.  (NKJV)

There is so much doctrine and theology in these verses from Philippians 2, but there is also the aspect of practical theology as well.  Much could be said, and has been, but let’s just look at a few things in our short time this morning.  Someone has said, “Right thinking produces right actions.”  Therefore, our actions are the fruit of our deepest thoughts.  I would ask, how close are you to Christ?  How often do you think about Him and then, what are those thoughts?  Notice, that the “mind” is mentioned; we are to have the mind of Christ, that is why Paul wrote to the Romans that we must have the “renewing of our mind.”  No longer are we to act and think worldly thoughts, thoughts that do not belong to Christ.
     Much of these verses then deal with the Incarnation–that great mystery of God.  Right from the start we see Paul telling us that “Jesus was essentially and unalterably God.” (Barclay)  Jesus was equal, which means He was fully God.  The term used here means an essential for which never alters.  Jesus did not think it robbery to be equal with God.  J.B. Phillips translates it this way, “For he, who had always been God by nature, did not cling to his prerogatives as God’s equal.”  He placed that aside in His humility to come to earth to take on our great debt.
     Barclay explains what the term “robbery” relates to.  “It can mean that Jesus did not need to snatch at equality with God, because He had it as a right, and/or that He did not clutch at equality with God, as if to hug it jealously to Himself, but laid it willingly down for the sake of men.”  The next verse hits me, He emptied Himself; He took the position of a slave.  The meaning of this phrase means “removing things from a container, until the container is empty; of pouring something out, until there is nothing left.” (Barclay)  Think of that, He emptied Himself of His royal deity.  No, He did not cease to be God, never think that, but He came to earth as man.
     Think about Jesus and His life on earth.  One of the clearest aspects of His character was his humility.  Barclay writes, “The great characteristics of Jesus’ life were humility, obedience, and self-renunciation.  He did not desire to dominate men but only to serve them; He did not desire His own way but only God’s way; He did not desire to exalt Himself but only to renounce all His glory for the sake of men.”  So anything that is selfish, or self-seeking, or putting ourselves out for self-display destroys our likeness to Christ.  Remember!  We are to have the mind of Christ!  Think of His humility.  William Hendircksen calls our attention to it when he says, “So poor was He that He was constantly borrowing:  a place for His birth, a boat to preach from, a room for the Lord’s supper, a tomb to be buried in.  Moreover, He took upon Himself a debt–the guilt and sins of us all.”
     Listen then carefully to the sermons you hear.  How do they portray your thinking in regard to that of Jesus?  What do the self-help books say about you?  Are you a somebody, or are you in the image of Christ?  Can you make it by yourself, or do you need a savior to take care of your sins?  

               “You who were God beyond all praising,
               Because You loved me became a man
               Stooping so low, but sinners raising
               Heavenwards by Your eternal plan.”
                     –Frank Houghton

 

Coffee Percs

She brought some coffee and home baked bread to the table, then sat down.”

                    –Patrick Lindsay  (Chance Reilly)
 
“Say, it’s good to be back home again…”  What’s the matter Pard, yuh don’t like the song?  The song’s fine, it’s just my croonin’?  I’ll have yuh know that I sound pretty good to my ownself.  Maybe it’s just yur hearin’.  If’n yuh would join in with me, yuh might not be hearin’ so bad.  Oh, yuh don’t sing in polite company.  Ha–I reckon not.
     Well, if’n yuh ain’t gonna sing, grab yuh a cup an’ I’ll do the pourin’.  Good to be makin’ my own coffee.  The trip was good, most usually is when visitin’ loved ones, but always nice to be back at the little cottage in the woods, sittin’ and ponderin’ and drinkin’ good coffee.  I’ll have to give credit where credit’s due; the coffee on the trip was above average.  I don’t know what type they use, but the hotel coffee wasn’t all that bad.  Not that I’d want it everyday, now yuh hear, but it was drinkable.  
     Yep, always good to be back home.  Just a comfortable feelin’.  There’s somethin’ rich ’bout home.  Like that ol’ boy, Chance, he was a rich man.  My goodness, a wonderful wife makin’ an’ brinin’ him bread, pourin’ him a fresh cup of coffee, and sittin’ down, sorta comfortable like with him.  Now, I’d say that’s riches.  Plus, it’s always good to be a-jawin’ with you.  Mmm, homemade bread, maybe some butter, an’ some plum jelly rubbed on it.  Mighty good, better than fish eggs packed in a jar.  An’ one more thing I’ll be a-tellin’ yuh, it was made with pure love from her heart.  Now yuh jist can’t be beatin’ that.
     But hold on, Pard!  No, go ahead, yuh can be a-drinkin’ whilst I’m a-talkin’.  We have to not get too cozy with this ol’ world.  We ain’t stayin’ in it for all that long, ‘specially in the light of eternity.  Come on, Pard, sing with me:  “This world’s not my home, I’m just a passin’ through…”  We have to be rememberin’ that we’re only pilgrims travelin’ through this wearisome land.  Why even the riches of a home here below, won’t be a-comparin’ to our heavenly home that’s bright and fair.  So, Pard, no matter how good the vittles are, how strong and delectable the coffee is, no matter how warm an’ secure yur feelin’ in yur home’; it ain’t yur final home.  Yuh know, the hammerin’ stopped up yonder in glory, the good Lord, I expect is gettin’ the final touches ready on our home up there.  Yuh be lookin’ up in the sky, for He’s a-comin’ back for His saints.
     Pard, an’ don’t be like some of those who give dates for His comin’, or don’t be one of the other crowd that says, He ain’t comin’ back.  Why to be like them would be like not checkin’ yur cinch when yuh mount up.  Pard, in these days of turmoil, enjoy the blessin’s of the Lord, but keep your eyes on the horizon, for He’s sure to be comin’ soon.
     Vaya con Dios.