Author: Ira Paine

Echoes From the Campfire

by Ira Paine, Posted on

It was that time of day when the world is at its best—just past sunrise. The sun was bright but not glaring or hot.”
                    –C. M. Curtis  (Lawless Desert)

       “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.  The life I live in the body, I love by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.”
                    –Galatians 2:20 (NIV)
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The other morning I was driving at sunrise.  As the sun began to move above the horizon the brightness of it was intolerable.  It became hard to see as I drove up on the hill even with sunglasses.  I had to do something to shield the tremendous brightness of the sun.  Then the words of that old hymn, written by Reginald Heber in 1826 came to mind.

               Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty!
               Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
               Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!
               God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!

It was early in the morning, and though I am not a singer I began to hum and sing in my mind.  Then, after making a turn and moving in the other direction I finally could avoid the brightness of the sun.  I thought of the face of Moses where being in the holiness of God he had to cover his face as it was shining so bright the people could not look upon him.  Oh, that we could be in the presence of the Lord, and when we leave we should shine for His glory and holiness.
     But tell me, if you will, what does the term “holy” mean?  Try and describe it in its fullness.  All I can say is that it is God.  It denotes God in the highest sense.  It is part of His transcendence.  The New Bible Dictionary states that it is His moral excellence and “His freedom from all limitation in His moral perfection.”  In fact, it would not be improper when doing a study of God to put the term in front of His attributes for everything God does is holy.  He has holy love, holy faithfulness, holy omnipotence, holy patience, and on and on.  “It is the outshining of all that God is.” (New Bible Dictionary)
     Habakkuk said this of God, “You are of purer eyes than to behold evil, and cannot look on wickedness…”. (1:13, NKJV)  No wonder the prophet was having problems with all the things, all the evil he saw happening.  For he continues to write in that verse, “Why do You look on those who deal treacherously, and hold Your tongue when the wicked devours a person more righteous than he?”   Understand?  Good, then explain it to me.  God’s holiness is one of those mystery of mysteries.  Yet one day, the answer will come, “And then the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord will consume with the breath of His mouth and destroy with the brightness of His coming.” (2 Thessalonians 2:8, NKJV).

               Holy, Holy Holy!  All the saints adore Thee,
               Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
               Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
               Which were, and art, and evermore shalt be.

               Holy, Holy, Holy!  Tho’ the darkness hide Thee,
               Tho’ the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see,
               Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee
               Perfect in pow’r, in love, and purity.

     We get a glimpse of the holiness of God from John when he writes: “Then I turned to see the voice that spoke with me. And having turned I saw seven golden lampstands, and in the midst of the seven lampstands One like the Son of Man, clothed with a garment down to the feet and girded about the chest with a golden band. His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes like a flame of fire; His feet were like fine brass, as if refined in a furnace, and His voice as the sound of many waters;  He had in His right hand seven stars, out of His mouth went a sharp two-edged sword, and His countenance was like the sun shining in its strength.  And when I saw Him, I fell at His feet as dead. But He laid His right hand on me, saying to me, “Do not be afraid; I am the First and the Last.  I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death.” (Revelation 1:12-18, NKJV)
     Then there is that verse.  Perhaps it has caused more heartache, turmoil, and mental anguish than any verse in the Bible.  “Be holy, for I am holy.” (1 Peter 1:16).  How?  Oh, Lord, you know that I cannot obtain that!  However, we are to reflect God’s holiness, His brightness in our everyday walk.  We are to be separated from the things of the world and therefore be separated unto Him.  We are to be morally ethical and inwardly pure.  We are to be a light upon a hill so that men can see our works as we do them for the Lord.  We can only be holy (to a certain degree) as we look to God.  We can only be holy because we are the temple of the Holy Spirit–God resides in us.  It is not legalism to live unto the Lord, to live rightly and justly.  

               Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty!
               All Thy works shall praise Thy name, in earth, and sky, and sea;
               Holy, Holy, Holy!  Merciful and Mighty!  
               God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!

 

Echoes From the Campfire

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The Lord does not serve us; we serve him.”

                    –Ken Pratt  (A Love to Die For)

       “They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony; they did not love their lives so much as to shrink from death.”
                    –Revelation 12:11(NIV)
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       “Knowing that you were not redeemed with corruptible things, like silver or gold, from your aimless conduct received by tradition from your fathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot.”  
              –1 Peter 1:18-19 (NKJV)

       “For you were bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God’s.”
              –1 Corinthians 6:20 (NKJV)

Read those verses carefully.  Do you understand?  In this age of people clamoring for their so-called rights, what rights do you have as a Christian?  Yes, you have some, do not let anyone tell you that you do not.  You have a right to call God your Father.  You have a right to enter the throne room with your requests.  You have a right to His protection.  You have a right to eternal life.  You have the right to have your sins forgiven.  And here is the crux of the matter–sins forgiven.  Why?  Read the above verses again.  You have been redeemed, purchased by the precious blood of Jesus, bought with a price, therefore you are no longer your own.
     “I have my rights!”  No, not if you belong to Christ.  Let me say this before going further, there is a difference between civil rights and spiritual rights.  Yes, we all have the rights of an individual under the laws of the country in which we reside.  However, in the bigger and deeper picture even those rights are precluded by being purchased by Christ.  Purchasing means the transfer of ownership and purpose.  No long are you, your own.  Not in ownership, for God is now your Master.  Not in purpose for His will must become ours.  As believers we no longer have the right to direct our lives.  We are under the direction, the care, and the protection of the Almighty.
     Listen to the people clamor, and I will ask to whom do they belong.  Listen, no one belongs to themselves.  They are slaves to their sins, their ideas, their emotions, their habits and to their father the devil.  Ah, but my friend, we have been purchased, we have a new master.  I would encourage you to read Romans and see this marvelous change that comes about when our ownership changed.  We now work for the heavenly Master; our purpose is now to serve Him.  We are no longer in bondage to sin and as Barclay writes, “A Christian is a man who thinks not of his rights, but of his debts.”  We had a debt we could not pay, and we have even a greater debt that He paid–grace and mercy can never be repaid, except by complete surrender of the will and life to God.
     Man is not free to sin, but free not to sin.  The Christian, because of his servitude to God, “can never do what he likes, because he never belongs to himself; he must always to what Christ likes, because Christ bought him at the cost of His life.” (William Barclay)  True happiness and joy comes then from service to the Master.  Foolish the man who thinks that he would be happier doing what he wants–self-service, selfishness.  No true happiness, true joy comes from service to Christ.  And I will mention part of it is to have proper respect for the Master.  We are to revere Him, to keep Him in awe.  “Oh the blood of Jesus; it washes white as snow.” (Gabriel Allred) and because of that precious blood we serve Jesus.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

by Ira Paine, Posted on
There are things more important than money.  There’s self-respect.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (Showdown at Yellow Butte)
 
       “For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil, for which some have strayed from the faith in their greediness, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.”
                    –1 Timothy 6:10 (NKJV)
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“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…”  The clods drop, but the wealthy person just lays there, his wealth doing him no good now.  Before looking at Proverbs 10:2, I want to look at the words of Solomon in Ecclesiastes, “Those who love money will never have enough.  How absurd to think that wealth brings true happiness!” (5:10, NLT)  I look at celebrities, at entrepreneurs, at politicians who gather in wealth by legal or illegal means and what does it get them.  In the long run, their hearse will not be pulling a U-Haul with their wealth in it to their grave.  “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…”  Two questions must be asked:  Where is your treasure?  How did you obtain it?

               “Treasures of wickedness profit nothing, but righteousness delivers from death.”  –NKJV
               “Treasures gained by wickedness do not profit, but righteousness delivers from death.”  — ESV
               “Ill-gotten gain has no lasting value, but right living can save your life.”  –NLT
 
     It’s a shame that money is needed in society to get by.  Money, to pay the bills; money to pay for the thrills.  There is nothing wrong with money as long as it stays in the right priority in one’s life and is not gotten by ill gain.  Bob Beasley writes, “Treasure gotten by theft, extortion, fraud and the like are really treasures of wrath, and not ‘treasure’ at all.”  Paul says, “But in accordance with your hardness and your impenitent heart you are treasuring up for yourself wrath in the day of wrath and revelation of the righteous judgment of God.” (Romans 2:5, NKJV)  Think of that–“treasuring up wrath.”  
     Let’s add the words of Jesus to this, from the Phillips’ translation:  “Don’t pile up treasures on earth, where moth and rust can spoil them and thieves can break in and steal.  But keep your treasure in Heaven where there is neither moth nor rust to spoil it and nobody can break in and steal.  For wherever your treasure is, you may be certain that your heart will be there too!” (Matthew 6:19-21)  There is a scene from one of my favorite movies, “Conagher,” where there is death in the bunkhouse.  The ranch owner asked, “What makes a man go to the bad?”  The cowpuncher, Johnny, answers, “It’s the money.”  Conagher replies, “Lord help us if that’s what it is.”
     Think for a moment.  Where was Enoch’s treasure?  It was walking with God.  And God treasured his faithfulness and his walk.  Moses, lived forty years in wealth and splendor all around him, but decided that there is a deeper, greater treasure than all the wealth of Egypt.  Naboth would not sell his vineyard to the king.  Ahab eventually gets the vineyard with the death of Naboth and with it came the “treasure of wrath,” a curse of God.  
     Remember the rich man, “So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom.  The rich man also died and was buried.  And being in torment in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.”  (Luke 16:22-23, NKJV)  Then there is the rich man who built new barns, and had many goods who said, “‘Soul, you have many goods laid up for many years, take your ease; eat, drink, and be merry.’  But God said to him, ‘Fool!  This night your soul will be required of you; then whose will those things be which you have provided?’  So is he who lays up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God!'” (Luke 12:19-21, NKJV)  The treasure of wrath.
     Wealth cannot deliver from death.  What joy is there in an abundance of wealth if not used wisely and properly?  One reason why many are philanthropists is that it eases the conscience and it touches something in their soul.  Pity the person who extorts and gets wealth by fraudulent means.  Their wealth cannot help them in the grave.  J.L. Flores says, “The richest man cannot purchase exemption from this law [of death] with all his wealth.”  Where is your treasure?  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

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It is better to spend your time at funerals than at festivals.  For you are going to die, and you should think about it while there is still time.”  –Ecclesiastes 7:2 (NLT)
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     It took twenty minutes to travel the short distance to Doc’s house as virtually nobody had been on the streets.  I saw a light on in Solly’s Emporium but the walks hadn’t been cleared.  Maybe since it had stopped snowing, movement in town would begin.  I smiled as I walked by Solly’s.  I had been meaning to ask him if the new name had improved his business.
     I banged on Doc’s door, and was quickly answered by Edith.  “Miles, what in the world are you doing out in this weather?” she questioned, while at the same time opening the door and waved me in.
    After taking off my hat, and wiping my boots off on the mat by the door, I replied, “I may be an ol’ grouch, but I don’t plan on hibernatin’ for the winter.  Besides, I need Doc up at the jail.”
    There was some movement coming from the kitchen.  Doc appeared from around the corner.  “Doc, you need to come with me.  The prisoner who was wounded is throwin’ fits.”
     “Give me a minute to put on some boots and grab my coat.  Edith, will you fetch my bag from the office?”  Fifteen minutes later we were trudging back up the trail I had made.  Because of that, walking was easier and we made better time.
     Lucas was adding wood to the stove and had kept the door to the cell room open so more heat could enter there.  Lucius was no longer sitting on top of his brother who was lying on the cot very still with his eyes open.  Lucas handed me the key and I hastily opened the cell for Doc to enter.
     “Doc, uh, is he dead?” questioned his brother.  “I’ve never seen anyone sleep with their eyes open, and I checked to see if he was breathing.”
     There was no answer as Doc was busy shedding his coat, then pulling out the stethoscope from his bag.  “Hmm, good, good…”
     Lucius turned to look at me; I just shrugged.  Doc put his hand over the man’s eyes then pulled downward.  It was successful and the man’s eyes closed, and a deep sigh came from him.  
     Doc scratched his cheek then looked at us.  “Tell you the truth son, neither have I.  He is in something which is called a comatose state.  I really don’t know much about it.  There are some studies being done back East, but it seems that the injury to his head caused it.”
     “Doc, he just jumped up, then started banging his head against those bars.  I had to force him down and after getting him on the cot sat on him so’s he couldn’t get up.  I thought he was going loco.”
     “Can I be of help?” came the voice from the doorway.  It was Rev. Chapman.
     “Sure, Parson, come on in,” replied Doc.  
     The preacher nodded at Lucius, greeted us, “Miles, Doc, Lucas…”  Walking over to the man he stiffened a bit then knelt down beside him.  Placing one hand on the man’s head, the other on his chest he began to pray.  In a few minutes the man took a deep breath, then another, then turned his head to the side to look at the preacher.  A half-smile formed on his lips then he closed his eyes.
     Lucius was watching, wide-eyed.  “What did you do to my brother?”
     “Just asked the good Lord to give the man rest, peace, and comfort.  Which I think is happening.”
     Doc stooped beside the sleeping man, then nodded at us.  “He’s sound asleep.  Let’s get on out and leave him be.”
     We walked out and Lucius continued with us until I put my hand on his chest.  Shaking my head, “Your home currently is in there.  Plus you need to keep an eye on your brother.”
     “Uh, Marshal, I don’t want to be a bother, but do yuh think we could have something to eat besides beans?  I know the kid means well, but there are only so many ways you can fix beans, oh, and by the way, he don’t know how to fix coffee.”
     “I’ll see what I can do,” then walked out to join the others in the office.
     Doc was questioning the parson about him being out in the weather.  
     “I need to be checking on my parishioners, plus anybody else who might need some sort of assistance.  Some of the older folk might be needing some help.  I’m heading over now to see Sister Greta.  Then on down the road just checking on others.”
     “Lucas, why don’t you run down to Peabody’s, see if he’s open, and buy something that you can cook up here for your prisoners.  Parson, when he gets back I’ll join up with you.”
     Doc was by the stove, holding the coffeepot.  “Think I’ll stay here a while, keep a check on the patient.”  He shook the pot, “and make up some coffee.”