Echoes From the Campfire

It was a wild and rough west we had come into and it needed men with the bark on.”

                    –Louis L’Amour  (Passin’ Through)

       “Phinehas the son of Eleazar, the son of Aaron the priest, has turned back My wrath from the children of Israel, because he was zealous with My zeal among them, so that I did not consume the children of Israel in My zeal.”
                    –Numbers 25:11 (NKJV)
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               “Generally speaking the soul and body fare inversely.  When the body is pampered with every luxury, the soul starves.”
                         –F.B. Meyer

That pretty much sums up this next portion of Psalm 106.  I have thought often of how Joshua and Caleb must have felt after all the spies reported to Moses.  I can imagine their excitement upon returning to Moses with their report, then hearing the reports of the others…how disappointed they must have been.  Joshua and Caleb knew what was before them, but they also knew that their God had led them to this place and that He was bigger than any in the land.

          24 — Then they despised the pleasant land; they did not believe His word.
          25 — But complained in their tents, and did not heed the voice of the LORD.
          26 — Therefore He raised up His hand in an oath against them, to overthrow them in the wilderness.
          27 — To overthrow their descendants among the nations, and to scatter them in the lands.
          28 — They joined themselves also to Baal of Peor, and ate sacrifices made to the dead.
          29 — Thus they provoked Him to anger with their deeds, and the plague broke out among them.
          30 — Then Phinehas stood up and intervened, and the plague was stopped.
          31 — And that was accounted to him for righteousness to all generations forevermore.   (NKJV)

       Imagine, God has led you to the place He has promised you, but you hesitate, then you do not take the next step.  The opportunity was before you, the call is upon you, yet instead of marching forward you grumble and complain.  What an indictment!  Yet this is exactly what the people of Israel did.  They did not trust the Lord their God.  They would not heed His words.  They would rather listen to unbelieving spies rather than the word of God.
       Unbelief can bring the most horrendous consequences.  Resisting the word of the Lord is dangerous, not only in this life, but more so upon entering eternity.  Continual resistance and unbelief will eventually lead to seduction, flagrant immorality, and idolatry.  They worshipped Baal, ate forbidden food, and indulged in sexual morality with the Moabite women (Numbers 25:1-3)  How?  Why?  
       Up steps a man–Phinehas.  The grandson of Aaron and the son of Eleazar.  He was displeased with the immorality of the Israelites (Num 25:1-9).  He went into the tent of two of the most blatant offenders running a spear through the man and the belly of the woman.  In this he stopped the plague that was among the people and the desecration of God’s sanctuary.  Phinehas stood up in loyalty to the Lord.  He proved his courage, and because of his deed, both in thought and action, the Lord stayed the plague and Phinehas received divine recognition.
       Reading this portion, I wonder how often I have not heeded the voice of the Lord.  When new experiences come, that God has led us to, are we daring enough to believe God, the good report, or do we cower and hide in our tents in fear?  The men, the ten, felt like grasshoppers, but we need to realize that “we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us” (Romans 8:37, NKJV)

                    “To an inheritance divine
                    He taught our hearts to rise;
                    ‘Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,
                    Unfading in the skies.”
                            –Isaac Watts

Coffee Percs

He pushed his chair back a little from the table while he drank the rest of his coffee and took the moment to study the family.” 

                    –Charles G. West  (Hell Hath No Fury)
 
Waddle in here, Pard.  Shore looks like yuh had yur fill on Thanksgivin’.  It was really a blessed day.  ‘Course everyday is but this one was extry blessed.  We went to the lake as is our custom and had food and fun with family and friends.
       Say, I saw somethin’ yuh might want to check into for a Christmas present.  I saw that they have special ergonomic bowls for cats to eat from.  Supposed to make the food go down better and gives them better posture when they eat.  Now how ’bout that?  I was thinkin’ if’n they can make ergo bowls for cats then they might come up with an ergonomic saddle that makes yuh still look fresh as a daisy after a hard’s day work.  No more slouching in the saddle.  Then agin, I’ve seen plenty of so-called punchers look pretty fresh after a day’s work mainly ’cause they ain’t done a lick of it all day.  Hard to work with those guys, boot-lickin’ lackeys.  Most of them would rather whine and grumble and then go off on welfare where you and I have to pay their wages for doin’ nothin’.  At least they’re good at that.
       Pard, let me tell yuh the truth.  My daughter made the coffee the first day of camp, bless her heart.  My mercy, it wasn’t just strong, it sorta meandered down the throat it was so thick.  It took a cup of it for me to get used to it.  Yuh didn’t swaller it, yuh had to let to flow, sorta like lava.
       Shore hope yuh’ve been takin’ to heart what I said ’bout bein’ thankful.  The Lord is good to us beyond our deservin’.  Why I didn’t see one individual with bumps on their noggin’ ’cause they forgot to check their cinch.  Yuh be ’bout yur exercisin’, yuh need to lose a couple of pounds ‘fore that Christmas dinner rolls ’round.
         Vaya con Dios.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

That’s why it’s so important to focus on our blessings. Only through gratitude and reflectin’ can we understand how God uses the hard parts of our lives to push good things forward.”

                    –John Deacon  (Final Justice)
 
       “I thank and praise you, God of my ancestors:  you have given me wisdom and power…”
                    –Daniel 2:23 (NIV)
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I should be in a daily practice of thanking God, not just on a special occasion such as Thanksgiving.  It is imperative that we learn to be a thankful people.  Just a few reminders:
 
       “Enter his gates with Thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name.”  –Psalm 100:4
               Normally we think of this verse upon going to church, but perhaps we should look at it from a different angle.  Since we are the temple of the Holy Spirit, when we wake each morning to face the new day, couldn’t that be similar to entering His gates?  Every morning start the day with thanksgiving.
 
       “Let us come before him with Thanksgiving and extol him with music and song.  For the Lord is the great God, the great king above all gods.”  –Psalm 95:2-3
               Thank the Lord simply for who He is.  If you can sing do that, but if you’re like me you might just want to hum.  He is great!   We may not be able to sing like Paul and Silas, but we can still offer praise and thanksgiving to Him from our heart.  “Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord, always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.” –Ephesians 5:19-20
 
       “Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good…”  –1 Chronicles 16:34
               He is good all the time, and all the time He is good.  You have heard that little ditty, but it’s true, not just words.  Add to this verse, Psalm 106:1, “Praise the Lord.  Give thanks to the Lord for he is good; his love endures forever.”  
 
       “Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for mankind.”  –Psalm 107:15
               Take just that one aspect of God–love, unfailing love.  You can never go so deep into the mire that His love cannot reach and call out to you.  It is unfailing and it is enduring.
 
       “Do not be anxious about anything, but by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”  –Philippians 4:6
               Be a thankful person in your life, throughout the day.  Be like the psalmist, “At midnight I rise to give thanks for your righteous laws.” –Psalm 119:62.  If you happen to waken during the night always check to see if God is speaking to you, if not, then begin to thank Him for all He has done.
 
These verses are from the NIV, but I would encourage you to take time to ponder them, to meditate upon them, to contemplate them.  Look at them from another translation, for example, the word “unfailing” in Psalm 107:15 is translated “steadfast” in the ESV.  Thank God for His unfailing, steadfast love!
 
This will be the last Echo for the week.  Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Miles found Lark Collins, maybe frozen, on the floor of an old miner’s shack.  If he was breathing it was so shallow that Miles couldn’t tell, so he wrapped him in a blanket and tied him on the back of Two-Bits and was heading back to Hermosa.  The cold was bitter with the wind blowing a little harder kicking up the snow that had fallen.  Will Miles bring in a frozen corpse, or will Collins live to stand trial?  Let’s go back to those days of yesteryear.
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       A little over an hour later I was bringing the body, dead or alive, into the little community of Hermosa.  It was only a hour or so but with the cold and wind it seemed like three.  I felt near frozen myself as I untied Collins from the back of Two-Bits and carried him inside the small hotel.  
       Upon entering the clerk, snarled, hollered, “Is he dead?”
       “Get some blankets and place them by the fire,” I ordered and he hurried off to find some.  Shortly he returned then laid down two in front of the fireplace and I laid Collins on top of them.  “Stoke that fire up some,” I ordered again and he quickly went to the task while I covered Collins with two more blankets.
       “Watch him while I take care of my horses,” I said, then was up and back out the door into the cold.
       Upon arriving at the livery, I didn’t bother to see if the hostler was around, I opened the large door and led my two horses inside out of the wind.  It was some warmer, the proprietor had a small pot-bellied stove over to one side that warmed the room up some.  Immediately I began to unsaddle Two-Bits even before putting him in a stall.  Having her bridle and saddle off I led her toward the middle of the room, I didn’t want to get too close to the stove, but I wanted to warm her up as I rubbed her down.  She stood there, enjoying being out of the weather while I unsaddled Hawk, placing him in a stall.
       I worked on Two-Bits for about fifteen minutes when the hostler came in and began to complain.  I was in no mood for his nonsense and told him so.  “Get over here and grain these horses,” I commanded.  He took offense when I opened my coat and he saw my badge and pistol.  “They both need water so take care of that first, then make sure they’re fed properly.  I want this mare rubbed down some more.  She spent the night out in the cold.”
       Buttoning up my coat, I watched for a few minutes while the hostler got busy.  “I take it you found your man,” mumbled the hostler as he started to pour water in the trough from a bucket.
       “Found a stiff body, I don’t know if he’s dead or not.  I need to go back to the hotel to check on him.  You do right with those horses, you hear!” I warned him then strode outside.
       When I entered the hotel, I glanced at the clerk who gave a little shrug with his shoulders.  After taking off my coat and laying it on a chair I stooped down to check on Collins.  He still looked lifeless.  His fingers had turned black and one cheek was discolored.  Shaking my head I went back to the clerk.  “Today is Tuesday, right?” I asked to which he nodded.  “By chance could I get some coffee? I need to warm up.”
       “Uh, I don’t have any here in the lobby.  I could, maybe go next door and get you some,” he stuttered.
       Heaving a sigh, “Then why don’t you maybe go do it.  Bring a pot back.”  With that he scurried off to find a coat then rushed on out the door.  “Today is Tuesday,” I said to myself, “if I can leave tomorrow I can be back in time to help Molly and those at the diner with the Thanksgiving dinner she always prepares.”
       Looking at the body on the floor in front of the fire.  “Lord,” I whispered, “I don’t know what else to do for him.”  Then I seated myself in one of the chairs waiting for the clerk to arrive with the coffee.  Ten minutes later, he came through the door.  Very efficiently he poured a cup for me, setting it on a table then placed the pot by the fire to keep it warm. I nodded a “thanks” to him.
       I must have dozed off and saw that it was almost dark.  My stomach was reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.  Getting up I went to look for the clerk who was nowhere to be found.  I didn’t want to leave the man to go next door to eat, so I checked the coffeepot and poured the rest of the brew into my cup.  I had just sat back down when I heard a faint sound.  A groan coming from the blankets.
       Moving to the lump on the floor, I knelt down next to him and thought I saw his eyelids flutter.  His lips twitched.  I got up quickly and poured a glass of water from a pitcher that was in the lobby.  Bringing it back I took my finger, wet with water to his lips.  He licked them with his tongue.  He was alive, but I wasn’t sure what shape he was in.  I wet my fingers again, moistening his lips.  His eyes opened and he jerked away.
       “You must feel sorta like some of those men you handcuffed to the hitching posts in the winter who froze to death,” I remarked.  He didn’t say anything, but his eyes were open wide now.  “Let me get you uncovered and check how much of you is frost bitten.”
       Taking the covers off, I started with his boots.  He moaned loudly as I tugged them off.  I was worried some that his toes might come off with the boot.  They were in bad shape, some of them black.  I already knew he had one hand with fingers blacked.  He needed a doctor or gangrene was going to set in.  The closest one was Doc Jones back in Durango.
       “Mister,” I spoke calmly, “if you want to live we have to travel to Durango no later than tomorrow.”  I looked down at his feet.  “I don’t think you’ll be able to sit in a saddle…