Echoes From the Campfire

The stench was almost enough to gag a buzzard on a gut wagon.”

                    –Dan Arnold  (Death Is the Dealer)

      “Now thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and through us diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge in every place.”
                    –2 Corinthians 2:14 (NKJV)
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I’m not much of a pancake eater any more.  Back in my younger days I enjoyed them more.  In fact, once a year our church used to have a pancake breakfast where I was one of the cooks.  In my day, I learned to flip pancakes.  Just a little wrist movement, get the pancake in the air, and let it turn over catching it in the skillet.  Pancakes with butter and real maple syrup are hard to beat.  But eat a half-cooked cake, well, it’s downright disgusting.  A person might eat raw cookie dough, but raw pancake dough?
       Have you ever cut into a loaf of bread finding it doughy in the middle?  Maybe you’ve had that experience with a piece of cake.  On the outside it looks scrumptious, but it has not been cooked clean through, and in the center it is mushy.  This reminds me of a terrible experience at the supper table.  I was once served half-baked chicken.  Now, I can do a world of hurt to a cooked chicken, but one that is crisp on the outside, but is raw and bleeding on the inside.  Well, to be polite, it leaves much to be desired.  How does one go about not eating it, when you’re the guest at a person’s house for dinner?
       All of that is my prelude to something I read last week.

               “Ephraim has mixed himself among the peoples; Ephraim is a cake unturned.  Aliens have devoured his strength, but he does not know it; yes, gray hairs are here and there on him, yet he does not know it.”
                         –Hosea 7:8-9 (NKJV)

I like the way the NLT translates these verses:

               “My people of Israel mingle with godless foreigners, picking up their evil ways.  Now they have become as worthless as a half-baked cake!  Worshiping foreign gods has sapped their strength, but they don’t even know it.  Israel is like an old man with graying hair, unaware of how weak and old he has become.  His arrogance testifies against him, yet he doesn’t return to the LORD his God or even try to find him.” (Hosea 7:8-10)

       Yuck – a half-baked cake.  One that is cooked on one side, but raw on the other.  One that when flipped looks like it might be done, but a taste and you soon find otherwise.  What had happened to Israel was that “instead of depending on the Lord for political stability, Israel formed alliances with surrounding nations.” (NKJV Study Bible)  This was destructive, yet the people didn’t realize it for they now only ate half-baked cakes, they now became one.  The NIV Study Bible says the cake was “burned on the bottom and raw on top.”  Disgusting to say the least, yet they did not realize it in their arrogance.
       Look at the news and you will quickly see that this nation, in its arrogance by flaunting those who spurn and mock the laws of God, are nothing but half-baked cakes.  Did you happen to see some of the foolishness that took place at the White House in the name of tolerance and acceptance?  It was vile and degrading.  Shameful things that were applauded when they should be weeping before the Lord for forgiveness.  The Lord has let them believe a lie, “Professing to be wise, they became fools…therefore God also gave them up…”  (Romans 1:22, 24)
       Half-baked–compromise and out-and-out lies were the characteristics of Israel, and now coming in the U.S.  The church must not give in to this.  The believer must be sure that the heat of the Holy Spirit is completely baking the food that they eat.  Beware of fellowshipping with the half-baked–those who mock, scorn, and ridicule the Lord by their words and by their actions.
       “Even so, come, Lord Jesus!”

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

In his stay in Silverton, Miles Forrest has uncovered some improprieties in the local marshal’s office.  After being attacked in the street he had to shoot one man, cold-cock another, and had another one in handcuffs when the town marshal burst in the door.  Come with me, as we take a glimpse back to the Wild West of yesteryear.
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       My hand went to the grip of my pistol when Marshal Johnson burst through the door.  I could tell he was upset even before he spoke a word.  
       “You can’t come in here and shoot up my town!” exclaimed Johnson.  “I’m placing you under arrest for murdering one of my deputies.”
       He was all a fluster, but I answered him calmly.  “It wasn’t murder, it was in the line of duty.  Plus, the last time I saw him he was still breathin’,” I hesitated to stare at him.  “Now, if you think you can take me in, come on over and cuff me.  Either that or shut your silly mouth!”
       “Tom, you all right?” questioned the Marshal.  
       The deputy raised his hands showing that I had handcuffed him.  “What in blazes!” yelled the Marshal.  “Release him!”
       “Can’t do it Marshal.  He’s under arrest,” I informed him with a hint of a smile.
       Marshal Johnson was fit to be tied.  “Then turn him over to me.  This is my jurisdiction, he should be placed under my office,” he stopped to gather his thoughts.  “If there is to be a trial, it will be here.”
       “Oh, there’ll be a trial all right, but in Durango.  Federal District Court is there, and I’ll make sure he is kept safe until the trial,” I notified him right directly.  “Once the trial is over I’ll be back to arrest you and your gang of deputies.”
       Johnson’s hand quivered one time and I thought he was going to go for his gun.  Instead he cursed, and went back out the doorway.  I sat down, to get myself out of sight in the windows, I was a cautious man, then waited several minutes.
       “Mr. Barnes, I want you to do two things for me,” I said, looking over at him standing by his desk.  “Before you do anything you might want to sit down.  You make a right pretty target through those windows.  You might just be mistaken for me.”
       In a flash he plopped himself down hard in a chair.  It was comical, but I didn’t smile.  “First, I want you to go to the station, and purchase another ticket for me on the morning train.  Put it on my expense account as a federal marshal.  Then go over to Morgan’s house and tell him what happened here.”
       Before he left, I glanced around the room.  If I remembered right, the one room was where they kept a couple of safes, and it was well built because of the gold that was left in there and shipped out by Wells Fargo.  The other room was Morgan’s office.  Neither room had windows.  “One more thing.  Go to my room at the hotel and gather my things and bring them here.”
       Pulling the deputy by the cuffs, I went to the door where the safe was finding it unlocked.  “It might not be comfortable, but you’ll be safe.”  I didn’t bother to handcuff him to anything, he wasn’t going anywhere.  “I never did get your full name.”
       He was sullen, but also scared.  Somewhere in him, he thought that Johnson would get him out.  I was more concerned that the good marshal might shoot him to keep him from testifying.  Squatting down on the floor, he looked up at me.  “Tom Devlin.”
       One thing for sure, when I shut the door it would be darker than Hades.  I doubted that there would be any worms in there with him, but the thought of it sort of made me shudder.  I thought for a moment, utter darkness, gnashing of teeth, where the worm never dies.  Not a pretty picture, but that’s what awaits those that break the laws of God and do not turn to him and accept His grace.
       I pulled a chair with rollers on it over near the door of the safe room, set myself down in it and propped my feet on the lower shelf of the counter.   Checking my pistol, I then pulled the Greener over my lap so I would be ready if I had any unwelcome visitors…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

He had lived too long in the wilderness not to know that the human body can survive all manner of hardship and torture.”
                         –Louis L’Amour  (How the West Was Won)

       “You shall not be terrified of them; for the Lord your God, the great and awesome God, is among you.” 
                         –Deuteronomy 7:21(NKJV)
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Psalm 97 is such a spectacular, victorious Psalm.  In finishing this Psalm I want to relay a story I read.  In the third century the bishop of Antioch was martyred and buried on the site of a shrine formerly dedicated to Apollo. For nearly a century persecution had died away, but then Julian became emperor and was determined to restore the old gods. (This is humorous, why couldn’t the “gods” restore themselves?)  He ordered the shrine to Apollo to be restored and the body of the bishop moved.  The Christians instead of moaning and groaning, griping or complaining, made a celebration of worship out of it.  They carried the bishop’s body in a sacred procession to another burial site.  As they proceeded, they sang Psalm 97.  “You can have your Apollo,” they seemed to be saying.  “We have a God who rules over all the earth.  You can make us move our bishop’s body, but we know where his soul is.  You can make life difficult for us, but we have a source of light and joy you know nothing about.  The Lord protects us, and so we are happy in him.”  (William J. Petersen)

          7 — Let all be put to shame who serve carved images, who boast of idols.
          8 — Zion hears and is glad, and the daughters of Judah rejoice because of Your judgments, O LORD.
          9 — For You, LORD, are most high above all the earth; You are exalted far above all gods.
        10 — You who love the LORD, hate evil!  He preserves the souls of His saints; He delivers them out of the hand of the wicked.
        11 — Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for the upright in heart.
        12 — Rejoice in the LORD, you righteous, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.  (NKJV)

       I saw where the Air Force had a special “gay pride” day, and so did Cracker Barrel.  One day, all shameful deeds will indeed be put to shame.  “Gay” an idol?  Yes, and every other thing that lifts itself in the guise of worship, or worldview if you prefer.  The NLT is verse 7, says “all who brag about their worthless gods” will be disgraced.  We should have righteous anger, yes, but we should also “rejoice because of the Lord’s judgments.  God’s judgments in the last days will reveal that He alone is the solitary God.”  (Steven Lawson)
       Verses 10 and 11, are important for us to consider and contemplate.  We are often told that we are not to hate, but here we are emphatically told to “hate evil!”  No matter what, we must understand that we are citizens of heaven.  Far too many compromise with evil, the idea is to be tolerant.  No!  “Whenever a person compromises with evil, it is only because he or she has become lukewarm toward God.” (Lawson)  Realize that as we grow in Christ, our views of evil might change.  Evil that we once thought was alright has had the “Light” shone upon it and we now see it as it is.  Light means that we have grown in our understanding of the truth in God’s Word.  Lawson writes, “The knowledge of God and the pursuit of holiness produce joy.”
       When pain and suffering come your way–rejoice in recognizing who God is.  When sorrow comes–rejoice in the knowledge of God, that He is sovereign.  When evil abounds, when there seems to be no way to escape it, when its long tendrils reach out to touch all that is around you–rejoice knowing that God is the supreme Judge and will bring justice.  In all of this–rejoice knowing that God is causing all things to work together for our good and for his glory (Romans 8:28).

               “My God, how wonderful that art,
               Thy majesty how bright,
               How beautiful thy mercy seat
               In depths of burning light!”
                       –Frederick W. Faber

 

Coffee Percs

It became a place I could not leave alone, nor my quiet talks with her, nor the good coffee in the candle light.”

                    –Louis L’Amour  (The First Fast Draw)
 
Howdy, Pard, go ahead and grab yur cup.  Pard, I’ve been sippin’ at this coffee an’ ponderin’.  What are the chances that a feller from a valley nestled in close to the Front Range of the Rockies could meet up with a gal, much less marry up with her, from the country not far from the Pennsylvania Alleghenies?  Pard, there is just no way…that is unless the Lord is involved.  Why, I remember walkin’ down the road and saw this pretty young thing walkin’ toward me on the other side.  I cocked an eye at her, she stopped then cocked an eye at me and we stood there, cockeyed as could be, hearts palpitatin’…whoopee, Pard it was something.
       Yuh don’t think it went like that?  Hmm, well, I might just be stretchin’ the truth a bit.  But it didn’t take this ol’ fence post long to recognize that he was in love with that pretty gal.  She wasn’t quite sure at first, no wonder with a fence post like me, but I soon wore her down.  Yep, an’ 52 years ago, we tied that knot good an’ tight.  I stop and the little do-dads run up an’ down my spine to realize that I’ve known her for over 53 years, it took that extra time to get her to say “Yes.”  That’s two-thirds of my life, and almost my complete adult life.
       The Lord knows what He’s a-doin’ bringin’ us together.  Why there weren’t another gal on this green earth that could’ve put up with me.  But it’s important that she or he’s the right one.  A vow is a vow, according to the Bible, and commitment is commitment.  Why, Pard, there ain’t a day that I don’t thank the good Lord for bringin’ her to walk alongside of me through this journey of life.
       Ahhh, the coffee’s good this mornin’ or is it the reminiscing?  Hmm, that makes me wonder how many cups of coffee Annie and I have shared over the years.  Plenty at home, some in eateries, some along campfires.  Good coffee, weak coffee, bad coffee, downright putrid coffee, but mostly tasty coffee–come to think of it Pard, that’s kinda the way married life is.
       Let me heave a big sigh…what a gal, oh, and did I say she knows how to cook?  My oh my can she bake a pie.  With that bein’ said, yuh better be hittin’ the road.  We done drunk the pot dry, and I know there are things that have to be did.  You check yur cinch now, and have a good week.
       Vaya con Dios.