Coffee Percs

She fetched a flat-bottomed gray enamel cup from a plain open-fronted cabinet nailed to the wall. She turned with the coffeepot in her hand.”

                    –Elmer Kelton  (The Good Old Boys)
 
Come on in, Pard.  What’s the ol’ sayin’, “another day, another dollar”?  Well, here we are, let me look yuh over.  Yur sure not wallowin’ in the money, so I reckon, it’ll be more like “another week, another dollar in the hole.”  Be that as it may, the coffee’s on and it’s sure ‘nough hot.  Plenty strong too, yul be a-likin’ it.  
     Pard, I was thinkin’ of the above that ol’ Elmer wrote.  I wonder, over the years, jist how many times, my wife poured and brought me a cup of coffee.  My mercy goodness, I can’t begin to count, not ‘nough fingers and toes.  Sure have been blessed!
     I don’t know whether yuh’ve noticed or not, but there are plenty of confused folk.  Some of the things that spew from their mouths, an’ some of them are supposed to be learned people.  If’n a person don’t know whether they’re a male or female, they’re downright confused, delusion has set in.  Whenever I see folks so profoundedly confused, I think of what the ol’ Apostle wrote, about God is not the author of confusion ; it’s His nemesis the ol’ devil.  An’ let me be tellin’ yuh Pard, a little bit of confusion can go a long ways.  Why some preacher, Presbyterian in name, said, “Blessed are those who end pregnancies, for they will be known for their lovingkindness.”  Murder is lovingkindness?  Confusion–demonic is what it is.
     Pard, I won’t ever try to be confusin’ yuh.  Tellin’ lies, and worse–believin’ yur own lies, that’s what some of these folks are doin’, they’re bein’ led like a bull with a nose-ring.  Jerk on that thing, an’ they’ll move right along.  Another preacher from a Lutheran church said, that gay sex is holy.  Now, I’m not goin’ to get into that subject, except to say, that no it’s not holy–it’s an abomination to God.  Seems to me that we’re jist a-beggin’ for the wrath of God to come down on us.
     So, Pard, what do we do?  Well, first of all, yuh drink yur coffee, don’t want it to be a-wastin’.  Second, we do what we can do where we are with what we’ve got.  Don’t give into lies, don’t give into false prophets, preachers, and gain-sayers.  Smile at someone durin’ the day, they may need it.  Yuh know, the Holy Spirit can work through a smile we give, or a bit of kindness we show.  Doesn’t have to be grandiose, jist, plain, simple, and honest.  Make sure yur kids and grandkids see what’s right, and what’s wrong.  They live in a world that is attackin’ them from all angles, so be a straight-ridin’, straight-talkin’, straight-livin’, Bible-totin’ cowpoke showin’ them younguns how a person is supposed to live. Be sittin’ tall in the saddle, don’t be waverin’ an’ acceptin’ the sort of foolishness and wickedness that is bein’ poured out as truth.
     Coffee was good an’ is gone.  Company was good an’ now yuh have to be gettin’ on down the road.  Be prayin’, be watchin’, be lookin’ up for our redemption is comin’ closer every hour.  Don’t be kickin’ up the dust as yuh ride away, an’ of course yul check yur cinch before yuh mount.
     Vaya con Dios.

Echoes From the Campfire

What’re friends fer but to go to?”
                    –Zane Grey  (The Mysterious Rider)

       “If you fall, your friend can help you up. But if you fall without having a friend nearby, you are really in trouble.”
                    –Ecclesiastes 4:10(CEV)
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The blahs, the mulligrubs, and how about the mubblefubbles, they come to us all from time to time, and for various reasons.  They may come because of the weather, an issue that has to be faced or was faced, or the failure in a person’s life because of sin.  I know the feeling; at times I awaken from my peaceful nightly slumber, walk to the bathroom, then look in the mirror.  Not horror, but I am confronted by the image of an old fence post, splinters, edges worn, cracks in the wood, and quickly, if not careful and not leaning on the Holy Spirit, spiritual blahs can set the tone for the day.
     Perhaps you get up, and you feel like a Mack truck has smashed into you and run you over, physically and/or spiritually.  You moan and groan, and try to pick yourself up from the pavement of life.  While you are doing that may I remind you of the words of Paul, “Now in the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know what to pray for as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.” (Romans 8:26, NASB)  Make those groanings into an altar, moan then with reverence.
     Maybe your day has started out well.  You’re singing a song as you walk along and some of you might feel so good that you’re ready to tip-toe through the tulips (or at least clog in the kitchen).  Then you slip.  Down the muddy bank you slide right into the much of “Pilgrim’s” slough of despond.  The slime covers you, the quicksand of despair and evil holds you and tries to suck you deeper into the slough, the stink of the bog already reeking in your nostrils.  No hope, no help–woe is you.  I will tell you friend, look up.  There is a nail-scarred hand reaching down.  Hope, relief, redemption is there–just grasp the hand.
     My mind goes to Samson.  What comes to your mind when you first hear the name?  Strength?  Deliah?  Failure?  Here was a man, chosen by God to be a judge over Israel.  A valiant man, a man of unparalleled strength when the Spirit came on him, but also a weak man who could not control his passions and lusts.  Gary Inrig points out, “He was a man with a passion for freedom in the middle of a society committed to compromise.”  With his faults, with his failures, he was a fighter.  No one came to his aid, and in fact, his own people bound him and gave him over to the enemy.  Compromise?  More like treason.  We know of his failures, of his flirting with disaster and eventually weakening, but for a moment, think of the possible times of victory in his mind.  There are a couple of verses we often overlook when reading about Samson and they are important for they say the same thing.  When that happens in Scripture we ought to take notice.  The first is Judges 15:20, “And he judged Israel twenty years in the days of the Philistines.”  It is repeated in Judges 16:31, “He had judged Israel twenty years.”
     In the midst of the enemy, he judged.  Twenty years mind you.  We know almost nothing of the events of those twenty years except some exploits by Samson.  Yet he was a judge, there must have been some victories, some reason for the Lord to put him in that position for so many years.  Perhaps we get a glimpse on it in Hebrews, “For the time would fail me to tell of …Samson…who through faith subdued kingdoms, worked righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, became valiant in battle, turned to flight the armies of the aliens.” (11:32-24, NKJV)  Whew!  Is that enough to get our attention?  In the midst of the enemy, Samson judged.  I wonder, perhaps could Samson have flitted through David’s mind when he penned, “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.” (Psalm 23:5)
     So when the blahs, the mulligrubs, and even the mubblefubbles come, when the moans and groans come, when you find yourself in the stinking slime of despondency remember…  Again I say remember,
          “Oh yes, oh yes, I’m a child of the King,
          His royal blood now flows in my veins,
          And I, who was wretched and poor, now can sing–
          Praise God, Praise God
          I’m a child of the King.”
                –Cindy Walker

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Next to such things as smallpox and cholera, whiskey was the most malignant and destructive force on the frontier.”
                    –Douglas C. Jones  (Winding Stair)

       “And do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery, but be filled with the Spirit.”
                    –Ephesians 5:18 (ESV)
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          “God’s threats are designed to be trumpet calls that awaken us from our spiritual stupor, to shake us free of our drunken iniquity, and to sober us up, to open our eyes to our sins so that we fall on our knees, confess those sins, and receive the never-ending mercy of God in Jesus Christ.”
                    –Chad Bird

Woe! –to those who have “pleasure mania.”  Isaiah warns, 5:11-17:  “Woe to those who rise early in the morning, that they may follow intoxicating drink; who continue until night, till wine inflames them!  The harp and the strings, the tambourine and flute, and wine are in their feasts; but they do not regard the work of the LORD, nor consider the operation of His hands.” (vs 11-12, NKJV)  These are people who are drunk, not only with alcohol, but also music and all sorts of entertainment.  They are so addicted that they do not recognize the peril of the times in which they are living.  In spite of the crisis, the issues, the conflicts, they will still party-hardy, living only for pleasure.
     These individuals live for pleasure.  “Pleasure becomes the supreme thing in life.” (Lloyd-Jones)  Listen, there is nothing wrong with pleasure, unless pleasure becomes the driving force in your life, or that it is perverse.  Pleasure worshipped, pleasure sought and bought, pleasure as an addiction all develop internal rot.  It is a type of “spiritual gangrene.”  People work only to provide money for more pleasure.  It is the “bread and circuses” of ancient Rome.  Dull the senses on booze and music, “who cares about the nation,” they cry, “as long as I have my enjoyment, my pleasure.”
     Now the results of their wantonness.  “Therefore my people have gone into captivity, because they have no knowledge; their honorable men are famished, and their multitude dried up with thirst.  Therefore Sheol has enlarged itself and opened its mouth beyond measure; their glory and their multitude and their pomp, and he who is jubilant, shall descend into it.  People shall be brought down, each man shall be humbled, and the eyes of the lofty shall be humbled.” (vs 13-15, NKJV)  I am reminded of the drunken feast hosted by Belshazzar.  Profaning the name of the Lord and God wrote, “Enough is Enough!” (paraphrase)
     What then is life?  Martyn Lloyd-Jones says, “It is artificially produced, stimulated by drink, by singing and by music of certain types.”  What kind of life is produced?  “Nothing so measures the misery of this age in which we live as the way in which it is kept going by artificial stimulants.  It is artificial life.” (Lloyd-Jones)  And now we can add to that there is no longer the need to think, to reason, for we have AI.  It grieves the Holy Spirit when the people of God compromise using His Word as an excuse.  “I can drink, don’t be so legalistic.”  “I can party, listen to whatever music I want, go to any kind of entertainment I desire, don’t be so legalistic.”  Is there a day when God will say to the church in America, “Enough is Enough”?
     Sheol, the place of the dead, hell has opened its mouth for the wanton, the drunken, those who seek stimulants rather than God to descend.  Read again what was happening at the very time of Belshazzar’s party.  The enemy was breaking through the gates.  We cry for freedom then we abuse it.  Woe, for those will become slaves, maybe not to another enemy, but to the power and captivity of their addiction.  They become animalistic, “brute beasts,” as Peter calls them.  “But these, like natural brute beasts made to be caught and destroyed, speak evil of the things they do not understand, and will utterly perish in their own corruption.” (2 Peter 2:12, NKJV)  Jude declares, “But these speak of evil of whatever they do not know; and whatever they know naturally, like brute beasts, in these things they corrupt themselves.” (vs 10, NKJV)  Yes, not only the attitude of “eat, drink, and be merry,” but also the perversion and twisting of God’s words to meet their agenda.
     A lifestyle of drink and merriment–of pleasure.  These are people of habit, people who act on physical and mental desires without spiritual discernment.  Isaiah uses the term “inflamed,” meaning to ignite or set on fire.  Their passions are set on fire for pleasure.  They are not controlled or realizing or caring that they are slaves to their carnal nature.  Lloyd-Jones tells us, “If you go in for the life of pleasure, you will never have enough–never…the godless life has never satisfied anybody.”  The words of Jesus, recorded in Luke, brings us back to the “woe” of Isaiah.  “But woe to you who are rich, for you have received your consolation.  Woe to you who are full, for you shall hunger.  Woe to you who laugh now, for you shall mourn and weep.” (6:24-25, NKJV)
     Perhaps it is time to sober up.  Perhaps it is time to put aside our addictions, our wants, our cravings.  Perhaps it is too late for by-chance God could have declare, “Enough is Enough”!

 

Echoes From the Campfire

 Do not let the years pass you by. When you reach my age, life will become primarily a memory. Don’t let the bad overpower the good.”
                    –Donald L. Robertson  (Lonesome Justice)

       “Since his days are determined.  The number of his months is with You; and You have set his limits so that he cannot pass.”
                    –Job 14:5 (NASB)
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March 17, 1883, saw the funeral of one of the most influential men of modern history.  Through his philosophy of socialism/communism, more people have died than any throughout history.  Eleven people attended the funeral of Karl Marx, penniless, almost friendless.  He once penned these words to Engels, “A lousy life like this is not worth living.”  He was not young, but by no means old.  Bob Beasley reminds us, “Even if a wicked person should live many years, they will be years filled with the guilt and sorrow that accompany unforgiven sin.”  And I will add, they will go to the grave uncertain of what lies behind the veil.
     Proverbs 10:27, “The fear of the LORD prolongs days, but the years of the wicked will be shortened.” (NKJV)  First to remind you as you contemplate this verse, and I use the words of Chad Bird, “Proverbs are general observations, not an ironclad guarantee.  Proverbs are not promises.”  You could name many strong Christians who died young, as you can probably name several reprobates who lived to be of old age.  Therefore, I would admonish you to not “claim” any of the Proverbs as promises, but use them to guide your life, and in saying that I am not diminishing the illuminating presence of the Holy Spirit to highlight some of them for your life.
     Bob Beasley gives some good advice and examples of how the fear of the Lord brings long life:
          1)  Our actual days on earth may be lengthened by a life led by the Holy Spirit.  Our habits will be purer and our minds will not be beset with worry and anxiety.
          2)  The days themselves will be longer, as we are given a fuller more meaningful life.
          3)  Our years will never end if we live and continue in the fear of the Lord.
Days will be sweeter and fuller, life will have more meaning to ourselves and to others.  And for sure, eternal life is a “better quality of life as well as quantity.” (J. Vernon McGee)
     Laughter may be a cover up for fear.  Anxiety often fills the wicked.  All sorts of escape methods are used to aid in living this life without the knowledge and fear of the Lord.  “A soul without godliness is a complicated mechanism which has never been rightly adjusted,” says J.L. Flores.  “There is no ruling principle, no guiding hand, one passion wars against another, the man bears the burden of life alone.”  The wicked live their life with relative truth, then when death hovers over them, there is uncertainty.  But as Samuel Miller says, no matter how long the righteous live, his days “are great and noble, and the wicked’s days are mean and small.”
     The words from an old hymn come to me that is from 2 Timothy 1:12:
               “But ‘I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able
               To keep that which I’ve committed
               Unto Him against that day.'”
                       –Daniel W. Whittle
Our trust is in Him, for every year, for every day, for every hour.  David tells us, “The LORD will fulfill His purpose for me.  LORD, Your love is eternal; do not abandon the work of Your hands.” (Psalm 138:8, HCSB)