Echoes From the Campfire

The world since Eden fell—cutthroat, crooked, cursed.”

                    –Jeremy TK Farley  (The Gospel According to Texas)
 
       “Their throats are open graves; their tongues practice deceit.  The poison of vipers is on their lips.  Their mouths are full of cursing and bitterness.”
                    –Romans 3:13-14 (NIV)
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          “The tongue of the righteous is choice silver; the heart of the wicked is worth little.
          The lips of the righteous feed many, but fools die for lack of wisdom.”
                     –Proverbs 10:20-21(NKJV)

     Here we have another Proverb dealing with the tongue and the fool.  “Choice silver,” does that describe the words that come from your mouth?  We should be speaking properly and bringing “spiritual nourishment” to our listeners.  Bob Beasley says, “Our tongues should be of choice silver in speaking of the eternal nourishment He gives through His body and His blood.”  Dan Dick adds to this, “When words of truth are spoken from the heart, they reach out to people to give them a rich blessing.”
     Cursings, taking the Lord’s name in vain, yes and that includes “Oh my God,” babblings, profanity, these words should never be found coming from the Christian.  Yet, so many just laugh it off as if it is normal.  If we are born again, cursing is not normal!  Truly we should be speaking words of silver that encourage, edify, and comfort others.  When we speak it should be out of sincerity, not cursing, mocking, sarcastic, or being snide.
     Sincerity–it is one of those character traits that is being seen less and less.  To be sincere means to be honest, genuine, free of deceit or pretense.  Barnabas was known as the Son of Encouragement, when he spoke the words were filled with encouragement and sincerity.  The world looks at what is said to gain something, or in other words use the Machiavellian thought, “the end justifies the means.”  Say what you want, as long as you get what you want.  This is a false practice and it is for selfish gain or vindictive purposes.  “The due and proper use of any natural faculty or power is to be judged of the end and design for which it was given us,” (Joseph Butler) not to fulfill our lusts and passions.  
     We can either exhort or tear down; encourage or slander.  Know that we are to be Christ’s Ambassadors as Paul writes in 2 Corinthians 5:20, “We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us.” (NIV)  As an ambassador we speak the words of the One who sent us.  We are His representatives on earth, our words are to be His words, to uplight, to speak truth, to reach the lost.  William Arnot proclaims, “The bread of life which the disciples distribute is not like common bread.  The more you give of it to the needy, the more remains for your own use.”  
     One day, the tongues of the peoples of the world will be cleansed.  One day they will speak only the truth, and will be uplifting.  Zephaniah states, “Then I will purify the lips of the peoples that all of them may call on the name of the LORD and serve him shoulder to shoulder.” (3:9, NIV).  Until that day, we will continue to see the fool die for his lack of wisdom.  Mouths will run, shame will flow from them, mockery will sneer in the face of good.  Now, there will be the Kimmels who mock the wife of the President saying that she has the glow of a widow.  I will say, mock now, for there is a day when the mocking will cease.  Someone has translated verse 21 this way, “A good person’s words will benefit many people, but you can kill yourself with stupidity.”  The fool is heading down a dark path, and know this, the speech of a person marks them.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

So try to walk a middle course–but those who fear God will succeed either way.” –Ecclesiastes 7:18 (NLT)
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     I talked with Solly briefly.  He told me of the man who was asking for me–the man on the palomino.  He couldn’t see him well, as he had his hat pulled down and a scarf around his face.  Solly was just closing up the store when he sat there mounted on his horse.  Solly did mention he wore a blue scarf, a dark brown low crowned hat, and that his hair was long sticking out from underneath his hat and dark brown.  I thanked him, told him I’d be back with him, then walked Billy Blanchard up to his temporary new home courtesy of Durango.
     Lucas happened to be there and was stoking the fire in the stove.  “Buenos, Marshal Miles,” he said, “coffee’s hot.”
     “Let me get this fellow settled, and it’s Ranger now,” I replied, moving past and opening the door to the cell room.  There was no one there so Lucas was keeping the door closed to keep more heat in the office.  After getting Blanchard in a cell I’d leave the door open to let heat move back to the cells.
     Billy went to the cot, sat down and stared at the floor.  “I said I’d tell you who I was speakin’ to when we left Doc’s office.”
     He spat, the glob landing in front of my boots.  Guess the walk in the cold caused him to change his mind, just when I thought he was coming around.
     “I don’t want nothin’ from white man!”  He laid back on the cot turning his back to me.
     “Billy, there’s a good chance they’ll hang you.  It would do you a heap of good to hear what I have to say.”  There was no response, only a grunt.  Then all of a sudden, he leaped from the cot.  I was turned away, off balance, and totally unsuspecting that he would do such a thing.  He had pushed me back against the bars and was trying to push my head against them.  He was much shorter so he didn’t have the angle to grab my head to bang it against the bars.
     I couldn’t get turned around, and had to do something as he was struggling to get my gun.  Bringing my knee up, I stomped down as hard as I could.  My boot landed on his foot, and I thought I might have heard a bone break.  He yelled, reached down which gave me time to turn around and gain the advantage.  While he was leaning over, I clobbered him in the jaw with my elbow, knocking him back.  While he was off balance I used both my arms to push him back, his legs catching the cot causing him to fall back on it.  While he was down I slipped on out the cell, locking the door.
     He began to howl something fierce.  I couldn’t make out the words, which I’m sure I’m glad I couldn’t.  Going back to the office, I found Lucas sitting at one of the desks drinking coffee.  “Thanks for the help,” I said, wiping across my moustache.
     Grinning, he lifted his cup in a salute.  “I reckon the Ranger could take care of a young buck like him.  If you needed help, you would have called.”
     I pointed my finger at him and shook it.  “Listen, I’m goin’ down to see Molly.  If he don’t hush up, close the door.  There’s another one down at Doc’s; had to have his arm amputated.”
     “These the ones that killed the shepherds?” he asked as I started to open the door.  
     I nodded my head.  “Breeds who say they ride for Coloraw,” I said, then looked back at the cell room shaking my head.  “To my way of thinkin’ they might have once, but they’re either renegades and on their own, or Coloraw kicked them out of the tribe.”
     “I thought he was north of us, in the Montrose area.  The passes are still closed so they must have come down before winter set in.”
     “They’re not very savvy, but don’t take any unnecessary chances.  He asked who I was prayin’ to, so I want to come back and tell him the story of Christ.  Charlie Two-Face told me that they didn’t just kill the two Navaho, but mutilated them as well.”
     Opening the door I went out.  I wanted to see Molly.  I knew she wouldn’t be worrying, but she would be a mite concerned.  I smiled at the thought.  If she knew I was back, perhaps there could be a piece of pie waiting at the diner for me.  Anyhow, the coffee there would be better than what Lucas had brewed in the office.

Echoes From the Campfire

Out here we set store by neighbors. Count them a blessing… Anybody who was in need was a neighbor.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (The Quick and the Dead)

       “Once you were less than nothing; now you are God’s own. Once you knew very little of God’s kindness; now your very lives have been changed by it.”
                    –1 Peter 2:10 (TLB)
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Oh, the wonderful mysterious work of God in mercy.  The words of the song often associated with Jimmy Swaggart come to my mind.
 
          “Mercy rewrote my life,
          Mercy rewrote my life,
          I could have fallen, my soul, cast down,
          But mercy rewrote my life.”
               –Mike Murdock

Think of the great mercy that God has shown you.  Think that when you show mercy to someone that it is a source of satisfaction to God.  When we show mercy by just giving a cup of cold water to some thirsty soul God smiles.  Micah tells us that the Lord requires us to love mercy (6:8).  Mercy, thank the Lord that “The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” (Lamentations 3:22-23, ESV)  New mercies–every morning!  Just think of that!
     As image-bearers of Christ, mercy should be a way of life for us.  Our lives should reflect that of Jesus, therefore mercy is a norm.  Where we go, blessings should go with us to others and in return we will be in favor with God.  We will be known and remembered by God (Psalm 112:6), and as we show mercy to others we can rest assured that our children will receive mercy when needed (Psalm 37:26).  Mercy indeed, in itself, is merciful then.  With proper attitude are we to show mercy.  In Deuteronomy we read, “You shall give to him freely and your heart shall not be grudging when you give to him, because for this the LORD your God will bless you in all your work and in all that you undertake” (15:10, ESV)  All!  Think of that–works, career, negotiations, life, building, planting, journeying will be blessed by the Lord.  Thomas Watson says that “The honeycomb of a blessing shall be still dripping.”  Its sweetness never stops.
     Interesting that mercy shows many benefits for the person today.  As we bless others, we are blessed.  Oh, it is not just a feel-good, mushy type of emotion, but something deep in the soul.  Yes, and even greater for we will find our greater reward in heaven.  

          “I could have fallen, my soul, cast down,
          But mercy rewrote my life.”

Now what?  Since you have been shown mercy, what will you do with it?  Look closely at the way William Barclay translates this verse in its fullness:  “O the bliss of the man who gets right inside other people, until he can see with their eyes, think with their thoughts, feel with their feelings, for he who does that will find others do the same for him, and will know that that is what God in Jesus Christ has done!”  Mercy!  What a thought!

 

Coffee Percs

He walked to the fire and tried some of the coffee out of their pot. Usually they made fair coffee, but tonight it wasn’t fit to drink… He sipped a little and turned the cup upside down.”             

                    –Elmer Kelton (Captain’s Rangers)
 
     Come on in, Pard.  Yep, yuh caught me shakin’ my head.  Pard, just how fruity can these fruitloops get?  My land, they’ve put a whole new spin on the ol’ Sage Solomon’s words, “There is a time for everything.”  I was watchin’ a clip from that cowboy blogger, Chad Prather, and on it was this “wonder” sayin’ that “queer and trans people actually experience time completely differently from cis-het people?  It’s a concept called queer temporality.”  Oh, an’ I had to google what in the world is “cis-het”.
     Oh man, sorry Pard, I didn’t mean for yuh to spurt out a mouthful of coffee.  No worry, it’ll clean, there’s no varnish on that table to be worryin’ about.  But I understand…  Do folks sit around dreamin’ these things up, or do they eat enchanted mushrooms to illuminate what little brains they have?  Pard, there’s still a drop on yur chin…
     More an’ more I see what Paul meant when he said that the Lord will send a great delusion.  Why, half the folks now are in that stage; it wouldn’t take much more to push them on over into never-never land, or maybe it should be wonder-wonder land, the land that time forgot.  Yuh think it’s bad now with all the nonsense and foolishness and chicanery, it’s hard to imagine what it will be like after the saints are taken on up to glory.
     Ahh, good coffee, an’ see I didn’t spill a drop.  Don’t know if yuh look at social media much, but I see more an’ more junk regarding new and/or personal interpretation of the Bible.  Woe, that is dangerous pard.  That’s like sleepin’ next to an ol’ rattler hopin’ yuh won’t roll over on him in the night.   Those folks are addin’ to the visions and dream, and what the Spirit has already laid out for us.  Mostly I think it’s ’cause they want to feel high and mighty ’bout themselves with their new revelations.  Why I saw where one preacher said that there needs to be a third testament.  One that fits our culture.  What she really meant one that fit her agenda and lifestyle and morals and ethics.
     Whooeee, ol’ Pecos Bill would have trouble ridin’ some of the lyin’ broncs out there.  Yuh know, I’ve been studyin’ Proverbs, and my oh my, there’ a lot in those words regarding the use of the mouth.  Liars and shysters…we know who their father is.  Yep, ol’ slewfoot hisownself.  Imagine wantin’ to have the devil as a father.  Goodness the extent fools will go to…
     Well, Pard, yuh be sure to speak the truth.  Do it with yur mouth and with yur life.  Yur actions speak loud, so watch what yuh be a-doin’.  Have yurself a week, remember it’s one the Lord has given yuh so be using it wisely and for His glory.  Yep, yur right, that includes checkin’ yur cinch.  Why some youngster may be a-watchin’ an’ if’n he sees a grown up not doin’ what’s right he might get some ideas of his own that ain’t plumb proper.
     Vaya con Dios.