Echoes From the Campfire

If all them that hollers for justice the loudest got it done to them, there’d be a right smart shrinkage in the census returns.”
                    –William MacLeod Raine  (A Texas Ranger)

       “You shall not pervert justice; you shall not show partiality, nor take a bribe, for a bribe blinds the eyes of the wise and twists the words of the righteous.”

                    –Deuteronomy 16:19(NKJV)
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          “For three transgressions…and for four, I will not turn away its punishment.”  (Amos 1:11,13; 2:1)

     The dire prophecy now turns to Edom, the descendant of Esau.  Though distant relatives there was no love lost between the people.  Edom was east of Jordan and south of the Dead Sea.  They were a people known for their cruelty. (For more information regarding Edom read Obadiah).  From the time of Jacob and Esau there had been trouble.  Edom refused Moses passage through the land (Numbers 20:14-21), they were hostile and fought against Israel.  Esau may have forgiven Jacob but it is evident that Edom did not accept that forgiveness and continually expressed their wrath against Israel.  Lloyd Ogilvie states, “The problem with the rough-hewn, fierce, combative Edomites was not that they had other gods, but that they had no god at all.  Without God and any moral accountability, they ‘cast off all pity.'”  God didn’t mean anything to them as Esau’s birthright meant little to him.
     Amos condemns the Edomites for hating their brother, “because his anger raged continually and his fury flamed unchecked” (1:11, NIV).  Instead of helping their brother, “they acted like beasts instead of humans.” (Warren Wiersbe)  Known for their dehumanizing cruelty they also committed fratricide; the RSV translates it this way, “his anger tore perpetually, and he kept his wrath forever” (1:11).  Anger and hatred and bitterness toward his brother–the result, fire would destroy the two major cities:  Teman and Bozrah.  “It was to become a desolation, a reproach, a waste, and a curse.” (Albert Garner)
     Then Amos turns his gaze to other distant relatives, the Ammonites and Moabites, the descendants of Lot through his incestuous union with his daughters.  They were ruthless people who were avowed enemies of the Jews (Wiersbe).  Ammon, under the justification that the land belonged to them, would raid the lands of Gilead committing atrocities.  They “ripped open the bellies of pregnant women slaughtering both mother and unborn child and thus eliminating part of the next generation. (Craigie)  Their deeds were vile and Peter Craigie writes, “They employed their violence against the defenceless and the unborn.  And for all the macho bragging with which they must have celebrated their violent deeds, those Ammonites have survived in history as the exemplars of cowardice.  Upon those without defence, they raised their bloodthirsty swords.”  Amos declares their future would be destroyed for God will judge their atrocities.  Their god, Moleck, will be unable to save them.
     The prophet now speaks to Moab.  A people of implacable hatred toward Israel.  We read in Numbers that the king of Moab hired Balaam to curse Israel.  They practiced human sacrifice and desecrated that which had been sacred.  The crime of Moab would be what we would call sacrilege.  There is “total lack of any respect for the lives, feelings and faith of others” (Craigie).
     Edom is no more, Ammon is no more, and Moab became the home of nomadic tribes, the nation gone.  Even though these people were not part of the covenant of Moses, they were responsible to God for their actions as are all people.  “God sees what the nations do, and He judges them accordingly” (Wiersbe).  Do not be under the illusion that God is not watching or that He is not involved.  It is God who controls the rise and fall of nations.  Paul tells us, “And He has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their preappointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings, so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us.” (Acts 17:26-27, NKJV)
     The eye of the Lord is upon all.  Nothing escapes His notice.  The Chaldeans and Romans both brought destruction to these people who lost their identities as a separate group.  Notice also that these nations were judged by fire.  God’s justice is patient, but without repentance there comes a day of reckoning.  “For our God is a consuming fire.” (Hebrews 12:29, NKJV)

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

I went up to saddle Star, then would head down to see Moses Vexler at the livery.  He should know if Martin left town or not, at least if he took a horse from the livery.  He was outside filling up the trough when I rode up.  
     “Figured you’d be by sooner or later,” he muttered standing up still holding the bucket.
     He didn’t say anything more, so I jumped right in.  “Amos Martin been by?”
     “Yep.”
     “Did he happen to say where he was goin’?”
     “Nope”
     “And you don’t know?  Am I right?”
     He smiled, spat a mouthful of tobacco juice on the ground.  “Nope, I know.”
     “Moses, don’t make me get off my horse and thump you.  Tell me!”  I exclaimed, getting a little exasperated.
     Chuckling, he remarked, “He went off to get his daughter and bring her back.”
     “How’d he know where she was?” I questioned to which I received a shrug.
     “Get on down, I want to show yuh something anyway.”  He then started walking toward the corral gate.  I did as requested and followed after him.  Opening the gate, he stooped down and motioned for me to join him.  “See that?” he pointed to a hoof print.  “That’s the horse Martin’s ridin’.”
     I reached out to touch the print as if it would help seal it in my brain.  Then I looked at Moses, smiled and nodded.
     “Cost yuh a dollar for that information,” he said jokingly to which I completely ignored him and mounted Star again.  Tipping my hat, I had another stop to make before starting out on the trail.  Just before I turned Star, Moses hollered, “Oh, by the way, he headed south!”
     I waved then headed down the street towards the diner.  Loosely tying Star to the hitching rail, I walked in to see a commotion at my table.  Molly, Charlie, Mateo, Father Cisneros and a woman were all there.  The woman was sobbing, and speaking so fast I couldn’t catch a word.  She kept repeating “apenado” over and over.
     Mateo saw me enter and motioned for me to stand by him.  He whispered as Molly and the Padre were trying to console the woman.  “This is Camila Vasquez,” he informed me, with a frown on his face.  “She told Martin where Agatha and Javier were living.”
     Camila glanced to where I was standing, then started outright bawling.  “Por favor, Senor, lo siento, por favor perdoname.”  Father Cisneros stepped away from the hysterical woman to join me with Mateo.  “Marshal Forrest,” he began and I could tell he was in distress.  “Camila is part of my flock,” he paused to look at her, the crying now turning to heaving sobs.  “She was afraid for my life,” he paused again.  “You may recognize her as she was one of my nurses.  She overheard us talking one time and sent a message to Mr. Martin.”
     “She thinks you’re going to throw her in jail,” offered Mateo.
     “Can either of you assure her that she’s not goin’ to jail, an’ that I understand why she did it?” 
     Father Cisneros went back to her and while he was talking with her I motioned to Molly to come see me.  “I need some food for the trail.  Make it a couple of days, if I’m out longer than that, I’ll get something somewhere.”
     Mateo came over to join us.  “It shouldn’t take me long to track him.  Moses showed a shoe the horse was wearing.  As long as there’s not any bad weather I can easily follow it.”
     “Get yourself a cup of coffee while I throw you a lunch together and a bag of food to take along,” she ordered then headed for the kitchen. 
     A few seconds after entering the kitchen, Emelda emerged to come to Camila.  It seemed she knew the woman and began to speak softly to her.  After I poured a cup of coffee I saw Camila look my way.  I gave her a smile and a nod to which she partially smiled.  Father Cisneros was nodding his head in approval.
     Thirty minutes later Star and I were on our way after Martin.  Such a stubborn fool.  What was it the Lord said in His Word, “Stubbornness is as iniquity and idolatry.”?

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Life comes at you catty-corner sometimes and knocks you into a whole new country.”

                    –John Deacon  (A Man Called Justice)

       “O Lord GOD, You have begun to show Your servant Your greatness and Your mighty hand, for what god is there in heaven or on earth who can do anything like Your works and Your mighty deeds?”
                    –Deuteronomy 3:24(NKJV)
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          6 — Blessed be the LORD, who has not given us as prey to their teeth.
          7 — Our soul has escaped as a bird from the snare of the fowlers; the snare is broken, and we have escaped.
          8 — Our help is in the name of the LORD, who made heaven and earth.  (NKJV)

Psalm 124 is portioned with the Psalms of Ascent, but many believe it was written by David and then used by pilgrims on their journey to Jerusalem.  David may have felt like he was trapped and was about to be torn apart.  It was an earnest plea from David for help, and he always knew where the help would come from.  Alexander Maclaren writes, “One thought runs through it all, that the sole actor in their deliverance has been Jehovah.  No human arm has been bared for them; no created might could have rescued them from the rush of the swelling deluge.”  G. Campbell Morgan adds to this, “Escape has always come by His action.”
     Here we see praise, “Blessed be the LORD…”.  Thanks be to God for He again has rescued us.  It would do us good to look back on our lives and see the many times that God has rescued us; the times He has intervened on our behalf.  As Francis Schaeffer says, “He is the God who is there!”  God is with us through the storms of life; He is with us in the thick and thin, in our going out and our coming in.  Someone has said that there are two pictures of what may trouble our soul:  Sometimes our troubles grind us to powder and sometimes our troubles capture us like a trap or snare.  But wait–God is there.  “Our help is in the name of the Lord!”
     We are not given as prey to the teeth of our enemy.  “God controls the jaws gripping you.  He won’t let them tear you apart.” (George Wood).  I remember long ago, I was riding my tricycle when I was attacked by a large german shepherd.  I was maybe four or a little younger.  I saw the dog run at me, but there was nothing I could do.  The dog tore up my face, and I have no recollection how I was rescued…that is, until I read this Psalm.  
     When studying for this psalm, I came across a story I would like to relate.  In 691 B.C., Sennacherib was in the process of capturing Judah and had trapped the king in the capital city “like a bird in a cage.”  The Assyrians surrounded Jerusalem, Hezekiah was caged, but then…Hezekiah prayed.  “The Bible says that the angel of the Lord came and decimated the Assyrian army.  The Greek historian Herodotus reports that a plague of field mice gnawed the bowstrings of the Assyrians soldiers.  Other historians say that the field mice may have started a bubonic plague among the soldiers…”  Whatever the actions, the Assyrian troops were gone by morning and the “caged bird” was released. (William J. Petersen)
     Why is it that people have so much trouble with the supernatural?  God delivered!  He is with His people, not only in the Old Testament times, not only in the time of the apostles, but right now–this very moment He is with us.  F.B. Meyer states, “All of the help of Omnipotence is pledged on the side of the weakest of the saints.  Lean back upon it and be strong.”  Our help is from the Lord–the God who is there!  I like the prayer of George Wood, “I am praying today that You will help me to realize I will not be gulped down, swept away, torn apart, or trapped by any of the dangers facing me.  You are stronger than all the terrors of the trail.  I’m going to make it because You’re not going to drop me”.

               “He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
               He sets the prisoner free;
               His blood can make the foulest clean;
               His blood availed for me.”
                        –Charles Wesley

Coffee Percs

Rousting around, I got some sticks, some dead branches, and a few pieces of driftwood left from storms, and I made a fire. Then I put water on for coffee.”

                    –Louis L’Amour  (Lando)
 
Death, Devastation and Destruction…  Pard, these storms this year have done plenty of that ‘specially that last one.  My mercy!  A work of nature or the hand of God?  Pard, we do know that the Lord is in control of the winds and waves, is He tryin’ to send us a message?  If’n so are we a-listenin’?
     Saw where they’re usin’ mules and horses to get supplies up in the mountain areas.  An’ I reckon those new-fangled electric cars are doin’ their share of duty…ha, parked somewheres ’cause there ain’t no electricity.  What I don’t see is much help comin’ from Uncle Sam (i.e., Biden and Harris).  Convoy of Hope is on the scene as is Samaritan’s Purse, but…where’s?? I’m not a-talkin’ ’bout handouts, I’m talkin’ ’bout a helpin’ hand.   Do we need to discuss leadership here?  I remember the media crawlin’ all over President Bush durin’ Katrina, but no outcry this time.  See, the liberal politician is the media’s pet.
     Like ol’ Louis said, sometimes after the storm the best thing to do is put on the coffee, then survey the damage.  After that…begin the work and always, through all of it, be thankin’ the Lord.  One ol’ boy said the other day that “hard times are like a wild horse.  Ya can’t dodge ’em, so stay in the saddle and hold on ’til the critter wears out.”  If’n yuh get thrown, after yuh get back on yur feet, check yurself out.  Make sure there’s no permanent damage, then dust yurself off an’ get back to work.  Don’t be a-dependin’ on the bureaucrats to help yuh out.
     Pard, in the midst of the storms that come into our lives I’m reminded of the ol’ sage Charles Tindley who wrote, “When the storms of life are raging, stand by me…  When the world is tossing me like a ship upon the sea, Thou who rulest wind and water, stand by me”.  Hunker down, hold on, pull yurself together, and get back to fixin’ things up.  Be prayin’ for those an’ liftin’ them up before the Lord.  An’ don’t forget yurself Pard.  If’n yuh don’t check yur cinch, yuh just might wind up in the mud yur ownself.
     Vaya con Dios.