The Saga of Miles Forrest

It is better to be criticized by a wise person than to be praised by a fool!”  –Ecclesiastes 7:5 (NLT)
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     It’s amazing what a difference a week makes.  Most of the snow is gone except the snow banks and in the shadows.  But my, oh my, the roads are a mess.  Muck, slush, horse droppings, mud; Leon Castillo and his boys have been busy cleaning up the best they can.  Mateo convinced the city fathers to hire them to clean up the streets.  Normally they would do it every other day, however they have been at it steady for the last couple days.  I think I’ll drop by to see Parker and Newsome urging them to give them a bonus.  They are working hard for the Lord only knows when the next snow will come.  It’s only the first of February and there’ll be plenty more before the season is up.
     The diner has been exceptionally busy for some reason.  Molly has been coming in to work every morning to make pies and work the morning rush allowing Marta to stay home with the baby until around ten.  Lola has been working full time and has been joined by Mateo’s niece, Mona.  Emelda is the main cook with Molly only helping with pies and other baked goods.  She has refrained from making anything else to sell not wanting to start a rivalry with the Williamson’s bakery.  Theresa Williamson is the owner, a widow woman with two girls who help her.  I want to say that she makes some delicious cream puffs.  I stop in whenever I visit Floyd’s barbershop.  Old Floyd DePoy has been cutting hair and shaving men since I’ve been in Durango.
     The Feeneys have been working well and staying in the jail at night.  They’ve been helping Norm Street bring in wood , cutting it, and helping to deliver it to folks in town.  There’s talk of bringing in coal.  That will save on cutting down the timber; folks need to remember that it takes some time to replenish what has been cut.  The mountains up around Silverton and Telluride are bare, the timber being cut for buildings and for use in the mines.  

     Mateo and Lucas would switch out duties every four days.  The two men could barely cover the town by themselves anymore and Lucas was just now coming on as full time deputy.  Charlie was gone over half the time with his duties as sheriff; in fact, he was out of town now riding to Mancos.  The road to Telluride was still closed, but as soon as it was open he would be traveling there.  The telegraph was still open and he was sent notifications by the justice of the peace that several eviction notices were ready for him to serve.  Knowing Charlie, he might be dragging his feet there a bit waiting until the hard winter was over before serving those notices.
     Lucas was working the night shift.  He would come on at ten and work a twelve hour shift.  I had worked it out with Mateo to make the rounds with Lucas at night, then first thing in the morning.  Help him out, sort of guide him.  He was good, a quick learner, and after I left Molly at the diner I went to meet him at the jail.  He was taking a final sip of coffee when I entered the office.
     “One thing about being cold, Senor Marshal, it keeps the rats from coming out of their el pozo,” he said with a laugh.  “Course there is old Muggins who would start something just so he could have a warm jail to sleep in at night and some biscuits and gravy for breakfast.”
     I smiled, I knew that Mateo and Charlie both let Theodore Muggins sleep in the jail.  He was a broken down, once successful miner, who had gone to the dogs.  Wife died and daughter died in a fire that Muggins thought was his fault.  He’s slowly drinking himself to death, and I reckon one of these cold winter mornings we’ll find him in some alley frozen stiff.
     While Lucas was putting on his coat I glanced back in the cell room.  The Feeney brothers were sleeping soundly.  They had made quite a change in their demeanor, especially Mort.  “Lord, protect us,” I prayed as we went out the door.
     “Do you always pray, Senor, when we walk the town?” asked Lucas sincerely.
     “Always,” I responded, “if not audibly at least in my mind.”
     “It is good that you do.  El Dios is excellente, and it is good to have Him walk with us.”
     We had just come back from checking the cantina and small market in the barrio.  Looked in to see a light on in Moss Vexler’s livery.  He would be heating the forge up for Vinnie Scarbo the blacksmith who didn’t come in until eight.  We had crossed the street from the livery.  I stopped a moment to kick some slush off my boot when a shot chipped the corner of the building sending a splinter into my arm.  Lucas stepped up against the building, I fell to the ground in the muck and slush.  Lucas had his pistol out, while I was pointing the Greener up the street from where the shot came.
     “You okay, Senor Miles?” sounded a concerned Lucas.
     Gray light was now upon us.  We stayed still for several minutes, then I muttered, “I’m going up the street for a looksee.  You follow behind me to the other side.”
     Crouching I took a step up the street, then another moving slowly.  There had been too much traffic so I couldn’t see any fresh tracks.  I was up by Vexler’s corral, and I took another step…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

He had never allowed himself to dwell on the darker times, for to live them once had been more than enough.”
                    –Elmer Kelton  (The Good Old Boys)

       “As God’s messenger, I give each of you this warning:  Be honest in your estimate of yourselves, measuring your value by how much faith God has given you.”
                    –Romans 12:3 (NLT)
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Are you feeling poorly?  Got the blahs?  The mulligrubs?  Are you chanting the old ditty, “Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, guess I’ll go eat some worms?”  Take heart then–you might be on the right track.  But let the Holy Spirit be involved.  You don’t beat yourself up, that is a form of narcissism.  Psychologists say that devaluation is one of the four types of narcissism which is not a trait of the Spirit.  However, recognizing our sinful state is a step towards the kingdom of heaven.  Proper evaluation is a good thing; knowing our condition in life actually depends upon the Lord.  I normally do not use the CEV translation, but I like the way it puts this beatitude.

               “God blesses those people who depend only on him.  They belong to the kingdom of heaven!” (Matthew 5:3)

     To be poor in spirit is to recognize our need of a Savior, of a Sustainer, of a Guide through this life.  It is the poor in spirit who receives grace, for he understands his condition before God and bows before Him in humble recognition that he is a sinner who is in need of repentance.  Thomas Watson said that, “A man never comes to himself until he comes out of himself.”
     Before going further, recognize that poor in spirit is not spiritually poor.  Actually the poor in spirit are spiritually rich.  John wrote in Revelation, “Because you say, ‘I am rich, have become wealthy, and have need of nothing’–and do not know that you are wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked–” (3:27, NKJV)  The spiritually poor person has no sense of his poverty while on the other hand the poor in spirit knows his condition.  Renouncing wealth, and other such things as the monks did does not make one poor in spirit.  Being poor in spirit is not self-denial.  “To be ‘poor in spirit’ is to acknowledge our spiritual bankruptcy before God.” (John Stott)
     The poor in spirit have nothing to offer to God, nothing to plead, nothing with which to buy the favor of heaven.  Gone are indulgences! (That is true legalism.)  The “poor man” is one who is afflicted and unable to save himself and must turn to his only source of help–GOD.  Then we see true humility begin to develop.
     It is the poor in spirit, this truly humble person who bows in delight, yet wretchedness before the Lord that will have the kingdom of heaven.  The poor in spirit have learned to trust and obey and that obedience makes us a citizen of heaven.  Watson calls this the “jewel of poverty,” that we are citizens of heaven.  We are entitled not to all of Christ’s riches, and we are safe and secure in His will.  Basil, who was a fourth century bishop and church leader said this, “The hope of a kingdom should carry a Christian with courage and cheerfulness throughout all his afflictions.”  It is the poor in spirit who have a proper sense and perspective of this evil world, yet it is they who receive the kingdom.
     Let the words of Peter get you out of those mulligrubs and don’t go out swallowing a bunch of worms, leave that to the fish.  Peter declares, “But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.” (1 Peter 2:9, NKJV)  The poor in spirit are rich in the Lord–he is part of the chosen generation, a special person to the Lord.  D.A. Carson confirms this when he says, “The natural conclusion is that, though the full blessedness of those described in these beatitudes awaits the consummated kingdom, they already share in the kingdom’s blessedness so far as it has been inaugurated.”