Echoes From the Campfire

I think there is something here, something more than all you see and feel…it’s in the wind…. But you do not know what music is until you have heard the wind in the cedars, or the far-off wind in the pines.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (Conagher)

       “For behold, He who forms mountains, and creates the wind, Who declares to man what his thought is, and makes the morning darkness, Who treads the high places of the earth— The Lord God of hosts is His name.”

                    –Amos 4:13 (NKJV)
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               “The wind knows the songs of cities and canyons,
                The thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea.
                The wind is the taker and giver of mornings,
                The wind is the symbol of all that is free.”
                         –John Denver

In this, the last study on the symbol of the wind I want to bring forth again the verse from John.  Jesus uses this idea for a power that is felt but unseen.  “The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8, ESV)  This shows the unseen power and work of the Spirit, but also the sovereignty of God and implies that no one can control His sovereignty.  We cannot see the working of the Spirit within a man, and it is God who chooses who and how to work.
     But, then, there are four directions from which the wind blows.  My Grandpa had a saying that I’ve heard in various forms:  “Wind from the West, fish bite the best.  Wind from the East, fish bite the least.  Wind from the North, do not go forth.  Wind from the South blows the bait in the fish’s mouth.”  Truth or folklore?  I guess it depends upon the fisherman, for when Grandpa went he most always came back with something; it may not be the limit, but there was usually something for the skillet.
     The East wind  is often depicted as a wind of destruction.  In the Middle East it is referred to as the “sirocco” and even worse as the people of Lebanon call it “the poison wind.”  In Scripture it was an east wind that blasted the grain in Pharaoh’s dream (Genesis 41); it brought the locusts upon Egypt (Exodus 10:13).  Job said it was the east which that carried the wicked away (Job 27:21)  Ezekiel depicts the east wind as the work of God’s judgment in the withering of the fruit trees (Ezekiel 17:10; 19:12).  It was also the east wind that blew on Jonah until he fainted (John 4:8).  F. E. Marsh relates it this way, “The Spirit of God comes sometimes as an east wind, breaking and discomforting, till like Jonah we faint with despair.”  When tribulation comes it may be the east wind blowing on our souls to develop the spiritual man and our character.
     Then there is the West wind of deliverance.  The east wind brought the locusts and it was the west wind that drove them away.  Jesus says that from the west comes the refreshing shower (Luke 12:54).  “The Spirit of God comes in the effectiveness of His power and drives away the locusts of evil, and in the shower of His grace to refresh the weariness of the saints.” (Marsh)
             “There’s a blue norther comin’ in
              I’ve never been so cold,
              How I hate that wind…”
                    –R.W. Hampton
     I’ve been in some of those blue northers.  They come up quickly from nowhere bringing cold weather.  Job alludes to this when he says, “Cold cometh out of the north.” (37:9)  No wonder we are told not to go forth to fish when the wind comes down from the north.  That wind can bring misery to the bones.  But that wind also brings fair weather (Job 37:22).  Yes, it may be cold, but the storm is gone.  No matter where we are in life the wind of the Spirit can invigorate the soul.
     Then there is the wind that comes in from the south, the wind of pleasantness.  Elihu says that the “garments are warm, when He quieteth the earth by south wind. (Job 37:17).  In the Song of Solomon we read that it is the south wind that “blow upon my garden, till the spices thereof may flow out.” (4:16)  What are these fragrances, these aromas that are stirred up by the south wind?  The odor of intercession (Revelation 5:8); the frankincense of a consecrated life (Matthew 2:11); the spikenard of love’s devotion (Mark 14:3); the incense of grateful worship (2 Chronicles 29:11); the fragrance of lowly adoration (Song of Solomon 1:12); the aroma of holy character (Psalm 45:8); the sweet smell of generous help (Philippians 4:18), the perfume of a faithful ministry (2 Corinthians 2:14-16). (Marsh)  
       Yes, God is sovereign and the wind is but a symbol of the Holy Spirit in that sovereignty.  The wind suggest the Spirit’s active operations.  As F.E. Marsh so ably puts it, “He is the Begetter of the new life, He is the Sustainer of the life He begets, He is the Purifier of the heart, He is the Active Opponent of the flesh, He is the Sanctifier of the saint, He is the Worker in service, He is the Leader in worship, and the Producer of the fruit of love and the fruits of Righteousness.”  When you see the wind blowing through the trees smile at the work of the Holy Spirit in your life.  Upon the breath of the breeze upon your neck think of the gentle touch of the Spirit working and guiding you.  Even in the roar of the storm do not fail to see the Spirit, for He is at work in the storms that come upon your life.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

It takes more than just blood to make a family. It takes love.”
                         –Elmer Kelton  (The Way of the Coyote)

        “Men and brethren, sons of the family of Abraham, and those among you who fear God, to you the word of this salvation has been sent.”

                         –Acts 13:26 (NKJV)
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We looked last week at the promise of Isaac’s birth and how Abraham, before Isaac was born, tried to take matters into his own hands.  In this portion of the Bible we can easily see two types, and I must say that we have to be careful about using types.  They are definitely there, but some read too much into them, instead of just looking at the truth in them.  Isaac is a type of Christ–he is the child of promise, just as Jesus was the child of promise–the promised Messiah.  See also the words to Sarah, “Is anything too hard for the LORD?” (Genesis 18:14, NKJV) and compare it to the words given to Mary, “For with God nothing will be impossible.” (Luke 1:37, NKJV)
       With the birth of Isaac there is great rejoicing and celebration.  God had fulfilled His promise.  However, during this Sarah saw Ishmael mocking the baby–the focus was no longer on him, but had shifted to Isaac.  Michael Bells shows the real conflict, “The human nature mocks the heaven born nature and that is why Christians experience huge conflict in their souls.”  Ishmael represents the carnal or human nature, while Isaac is the son of promise.  Oh, just an important side-note here:  “Now we, brethren, as Isaac was, are children of promise.” (Galatians 4:28, NKJV)  Don’t take this lightly, and do not feel insulted when mocked for Isaac was also mocked.
       Sarah now rejects Ishmael and tells Abraham to get rid of the boy.  The matter was greatly distressing and displeasing to Abraham for there was a relationship between father and son.  In this, God had to comfort Abraham telling him to send the boy and his mother away, but promised that Ishmael would be the father of a great nation. (Genesis 21:8-21)  Abraham experienced a heart-breaking trial, but the flesh, the carnal, must be cast off.  Yes, it was hard in the natural, but there was a more important spiritual lesson to learn.  “Isaac and Ishmael cannot live and fellowship together for they are at enmity one with the other.” (Bell).  God has to speak to Abraham, as He does to us if there is a conflict with the natural.  
       Abraham, and Sarah, had tried to take a shortcut to the promise, and now there is a problem.  We should realize from this that there are no shortcuts to the promises of God; we cannot get to Heaven by taking shortcuts.  Isaac, in this situation, is a type of the Church.  He has a privileged position, he is the heir to the promises and inheritance of God.  The riches of God are only available to legitimate heirs, not those of the world and therefore, those who are not believers will be sent away just as Ishmael was.
       Take time this week to read Galatians 4:21-31.  Briefly it states that Abraham had two sons:  the one by a bondwoman, the other by a freewoman.  The end of this portion of Scripture says, “Nevertheless what does the Scripture say?  ‘Cast out the bondwoman and her son, for the son of the bondwoman shall not be heir with the son of the freewoman.’  So then, brethren, we are not children of the bondwoman but of the free.” (Galatians 4:30-31)  Do not become confused with your right as a child of God.  Do not become entwined with the natural but remember who you are in the spiritual.  The seed of the world (Ishmael) must be driven out and not accepted.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Things had seemed to settle down the next few days.  Charlie had gone up to Silverton to check on how the new marshal was doing.  I told Mateo that I would help him in his duties around town.  Durango was getting large enough, no, in fact, it was large enough that Mateo needed a deputy or two.  Mateo did the night check, going to bed around midnight leaving Lucas in the office in case of an emergency.  I would make the morning rounds after getting Molly set up in the diner.  She only owned twenty percent now, but she didn’t put in any less hours.
       I had noticed that throughout the day there was always a hub of men moving in and out of Amos Martin’s store.  He was either doing great business or was running his mouth off to whoever would listen.  Shame is, there were a lot of folk who would listen.  The Sunday crowd was slimmer than normal at church, and some who did come seemed to avoid the preacher.
       It was three nights after the incident with Martin that there were signs of trouble again.  Mateo was making his way home just after midnight when he saw a couple of men running out from the Mexican area of town.  He hollered for them to stop, but they kept right on running.  Then a shot was fired, not from the direction of those running, but from the barrio, missing Mateo by only inches.
       He moved into the shadows, seeking to find where the shot was fired.  He glanced down towards the way the men ran, thinking they might come back.  After fifteen minutes of waiting, he moved slowly, keeping to the dark of the shadows in the direction of his home.  Whoever fired the shot had either moved, or left the scene, but he was still cautious as he approached his adobe.
       Finding the door was locked, as he attempted to open it, he smiled.  “Good woman,” he muttered to himself, then knocked on the door.
       A few seconds later, he heard the lock being released, and the door slowly opening.  When it opened enough to let him in, there came a gasp from Luciana and she covered her face with her hands.  Trembling, she pointed one hand toward the door.  In either blood or paint, it was hard to tell in the darkness the word “DEATH” was printed.  
       Mateo quickly shut and locked the door moving his wife back to the lowly burning fireplace.  He was glad of the warmth, as the night beat had put a chill in him along with the message on the door.  For several minutes he held his shaking wife.
       When I went by the jail the next morning, Alejo was telling Lucas what had transpired.  “It had to be Martin,” I thought to myself, the anger beginning to boil inside.
       I would give Mateo another couple of hours to sleep then would go up to see how he and Luciana were doing.  “Alejo, do you want to join me for breakfast at the diner?” I asked, and not waiting for an answer, I added.  “As soon as I finish my rounds I’ll meet you there.”
       He smiled, then answered, “Si, Senor Miles.  I have to fill up a couple of woodboxes and when I finish I will gladly meet you.”
       Looking back at the cell area, then to Lucas, I said, “You might as well join us since there are no desperadoes to guard.  Lock up the office when Alejo comes back and we’ll head down.”
       I was just coming from behind Doc Jones’ place when Lucas hurried out followed by Doc.  “Hey,” I hollered, but they didn’t pay any mind and continued up to the jail.  I thought it prudent to follow them.  Arriving at the jail, I followed them back to the cell area where I saw Alejo lying with the tar beat out of him on one of the cots.  I stood by the doorway while Doc went in to minister to him and Lucas came to stand beside me.
       We both watched Doc, then heard Alejo groan loudly.  Without looking toward me, Lucas said, “Alejo said it was Frank Moser and another man.”
       It was early that neither the saloons nor the stores were open.  I questioned Lucas, not staring at him.  “Any idea where they might be?”
       “He was pretty woozy when he stumbled in here,” stated Lucas.  “They were waiting for him at the bottom of the hill near the Widow Moss’ place.  He muttered something about being run over by a horse, then they dismounted and started beating him.”
       That was a good place to start.  Since no one was out yet, I could find the tracks left by their horses.  “It’s time I gave someone a good thumpin’.  Stay here…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Remember—the secret is never to forget your hold on the past—your memories—an’ through thinkin’ of them to save your mind an’ apply it to all that faces you out there … if you fight an’ think together like a man meanin’ to repent of his sin—somewhere out there in the loneliness an’ silence you will find God!”

                         –Zane Grey  (Wanderer of the Wasteland)

       “This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope…  It is good that one should hope and wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD.”
                         –Lamentations 3:21, 26 (NKJV)
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               “How big is God?  How big and wide His vast domain
               To try and tell, these lips can only start,
               He’s big enough to rule His mighty universe,
               Yet small enough to live within my heart.”
                         –Stuart Hamblen

Psalm 111 is a relatively short psalm, but because it is worth the time to ponder, meditate, and contemplate on it, I will divide it into two lessons.  God is worthy to be praised, not only for who He is, but also for what He does.  “Who God is cannot be separated from what God does,” states Steven Lawson.  He continues, “Both the person and work of God are indissolubly one.  God’s attributes and His actions are inseparably united, the latter being an extension of the former.”  As we look at this Psalm, take heed to praise God for who He is and what He does, and especially for He has done for you.

          1 — Praise the LORD!  I will praise the LORD with my whole heart, in the assembly of the upright and in the congregation.
          2 — The works of the LORD are great, studied by all who have pleasure in them.
          3 — His work is honorable and glorious, and His righteousness endures forever.
          4 — He has made His wonderful works to be remembered; the LORD is gracious and full of compassion.  (NKJV)

     The Psalm begins with a roaring declaration of praise!  That should be our thoughts, not only in the house of the Lord on Sunday, but as we begin every day and close our eyes in slumber.  Notice the “I will.”  This is a resolution (oh, and how are you doing with your New Year’s resolutions?) but with this we see that we are to make them; we are to resolve to praise the Lord.  Our feelings should have nothing to do with our praise.  Remember that praise is an act of the will–it is one way that you can love God with all your will.
     It is interesting that David uses the term, “studied.”  Some versions use the word “sought” or “ponder” but “study” is the better and more literal term.  The idea is that we should take time to look at, contemplate, and if you will, study the works of the Lord.  That calls upon all our faculties to do so.  Remember, what the Lord has done for you and what He has done for others.  Look up in the sky at night and see the wondrous works of the Lord in creation, but also look deep into your heart to think of the regeneration that came to you because of Calvary.
     We are to remember for “they are too awesome to be forgotten” (Lawson).  Who can forget?  Yet many, far too many have forgotten the works of the Lord in history, in the founding and keeping of this nation, and in the very breath that each of us breathe.  We are to praise Him for He is kind and for His goodness.  Milton wrote, “Let us with a gladsome mind / Praise the Lord, for He is kind.”  If we stopped there that would be enough, but that is only the beginning, the kindness of God.
     Therefore, “study” the works of the Lord!  J.W. Burns wrote, “We must study, apprehend, reason, and compare, if we would remember.  Memory is but the treasure-house of the things we put in it, and we can only store it with the facts of God’s universe by the exercise of all the intellectual powers.  But memory is fickled, hence the necessity of constantly examining it to see if its contents are still there and in their right places.”  I would encourage you not to get a dull mind with the things of God.  Take time, every so often, to revisit the miracles and workings of God in your own life.  Then go back through God’s Word to see His workings, His miracles, and His promises, oh, and let’s not forget His commands.  Pause, reflect upon the works that God did for you yesterday and with anticipation look forward to what He has for you in the future.  In that, do not forget that today is when we should praise Him.

               “Show my forgetful feet the way
               That leads to joys on high.
               There knowledge grows without decay,
               And love shall never die.”
                       –Isaac Watts