Echoes From the Campfire

Things are changin’, me and other folk…ain’t much more than relics of a time that’s gone…and it ain’t comin’ back.”

                    –Lou Bradshaw  (and Cain Smiled)

       “But hold fast what you have till I come.”
                    –Revelation 2:25(NKJV)
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Have you ever noticed that when reading the Bible, light all of a sudden dawns in your brain?  You can read a portion over and over, then, wham one day a different perspective is shown or a part of the verse never noticed before is seen.  I do want to mention something about prophecy.  So often there is a misconception regarding prophecy for it means telling the truth.  It may or may not have something to do with the future.  Remember, if you read the words of the prophets, they were primarily writing and speaking to the people of their day, however, the covenant background may be seen in their words at times, also there may be messianic and eschatological messages in their speaking.

               “When Israel was a child, I loved him, and out of Egypt I called my son.  The more they were called, the more they went away; they kept sacrificing to the Baals and burning offerings to idols.”
                         –Hosea 11:1-2 (ESV)

       In verse one it is clear to see a double prophecy.  First is the idea that God loved Israel, He regarded Israel as His son.  He cared for them, treated them with special care, made special covenants with them, and delivered them in many instances but clearly from the slavery of Egypt.  We also see this as a Messianic prophecy.  Matthew writes, “Out of Egypt I called My Son.” (Matthew 2:15, NKJV)  You may remember that Joseph was warned to take the baby Jesus and Mary and flee to Egypt until the time of Herod’s death.
       That’s the portion that is very familiar to me.  But verse two is what struck me this time.  Look at it closely, take time to contemplate it.  “The more they were called, the more they went away…”  A Jewish text reads, “I sent prophets to a thousand of them.”  (Targum)  The prophets were sent to Israel, God’s “son”.  They had messages of repentance, warning, about proper worship and living.  However, look at the verse, “the more they were called, the more they went away.”  Think of the access to the gospel we have today.  God is speaking, God is always speaking, but more and more the people are turning away.  There is the call to repentance, but it falls on deaf ears.  The people do not want to hear the voice of God; they want to do what is right in their own eyes.
       I remember in years gone by I would try to tune in the radio in the car, or on my transistor.  It seems that most of the time all I got was static.  That was the way of Israel when Hosea prophesied, the message was often jammed with other messages, or static interfered.  Static coming from the peoples’ hearts.  The more they went from God the more they turned to Baals.  We see it happening today; we see the words of Paul coming tragically more and more true, “…who exchanged the truth of God for the lie…” (Romans 1:25, NKJV).  The more people were given the opportunity to know God the more they resisted.  Paul writes, “And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a debased mind, to do those things which are not fitting.” (Romans 1:28, NKJV)
       When the radio waves cry out a voice of repentance, when the media is full of scripture verses, podcasts, sermons–the voice of repentance is there, but are the people listening or are they turning more and more to their Baals?  Israel upon the word of God coming to them, “kept sacrificing to the Baals and burning offerings to idols.”  Remember, many of those sacrifices were children.  Do we see the sacrificing of our children in abortion?  Maybe more deceiving and more sinister are the drag queens reading to children in the schools.  The media spewing forth the vomit of transgendering and the gay agenda.  The more people are called, it seems, the more they went away.
       Back to prophecy, it is speaking the truth.  The prophet spoke to the people of his day, but the message may be for those of the future.  It may be eschatological and show us that we are indeed, living in the last days.  Jesus spoke about the offenses to children, but His words rang deeper than just the children, “But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to sin, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea.  Woe to the world because of offenses!  For offenses must come, but woe to that man by whom the offense comes!”  (Matthew 18:6-7, NKJV)

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Things were busy in Doctor Henry Jones’ office the past few days.  Fred Dover was still unconscious, but Lucas was able to get up with only a concussion.  It seems like Miles was forever busy with his duties–duties of life as well as an officer of the law.  Let’s go back to those thrilling days of yesteryear and see what is up with Miles.
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       As I stepped out of the diner I glanced toward Doc Jones’ office.  Lucas was in there, sleeping with a concussion.  The Parson was at the bedside of Fred Dover who was still unconscious when I left.  Sighing at the events that had recently taken place I started walking up the street to see what Darnelle wanted.  I walked straight to the jail first to peer inside.  Alejo was leaning against a broom listening to his father, Mateo.  I nodded at them, which Mateo returned with a slight wave of hand.  I was pleased that Alejo, young as he was, had been sweeping up the glass.
       Turning up the boardwalk towards Foster’s Mercantile I went to see Darnelle.  She was waiting on Mrs. Jansen as I walked in.  Taking off my hat, I looked in her direction to get her attention.  She nodded at me, “Let me finish up with Mrs. Jansen and I’ll be right with you.”
       I stood by the counter, just perusing at items in the glass case.  Mrs. Blackstone was with another customer at the back of the store.  It looked as if she was measuring off material for the lady whom I couldn’t make out from this distance with her back turned toward me.  A few minutes later, Darnelle and Mrs. Jansen moved up to the counter to pay for her goods.  
       Since my hat was already off, I nodded greetings to Mrs. Jansen who was holding a pair of braces in her hands along with a pair of pants.  “They’re for Ollie’s birthday,” she declared smiling.  “I know he can make the braces, but he deserves a store-bought pair.  And his pants get so dirty, and covered with grim and glue working in the shop.”
       Ollie was the only cobbler in town and he kept himself quite busy.  “Cornelia, he’ll be delighted,” cheered Darnelle, as she received the money for the purchase.  “Now when is his birthday again?”
       Cornelia Jansen was a good-natured, plump individual.  Not overly heavy, but she was not skinny by any means.  When I saw her and Ollie together I always thought of the nursery rhyme, Jack Sprat and his wife and reckoned that they must have looked like Cornelia and Ollie Jansen.
       When she left, Darnelle gave me an ominous look.  “Daddy’s getting worse,” she said stoically, then sighed.  “Doc Jones came over to visit and check on him last week, and told me that he only had a short time left.”
       “How’s Elizabeth takin’ the news?” I questioned.
       Darnelle shook her head.  “Not well,” she replied, with tears now forming in her eyes.  “I want to keep the store, but mother wants to move to Denver to live near her sister.”
       “What else?”  I asked sensing that there was more to her story.
       “Jessie has been such a dear and great help, but she told me that when school was out that she and Connor were going with her husband, Frank, to California,” she paused to take a breath.  “I don’t know if I can keep the store open by myself, and I really don’t want to move with mother to Denver.”
       I placed my hand on her shoulder.  “That’s almost two months, I’m sure you can find someone to help you by then.”
       She nodded reaching up to touch my hand with hers.  “That’s not what I wanted to see you about,” she hesitated, sniffling.  “Would you go see daddy?  I know you two had your outs, but he respects you, and I believe it would do him a world of good.”
       Wilson Foster was a good man, antagonistic at times when he was on the town council, but he was solid.  He had a stroke some months back which laid him up, but the last time I saw him…oh my, a good two months ago, he was doing better.  Two months, a person shouldn’t wait that long to speak to a friend in some fashion.  We were not close, we went to different churches, but I considered him a friend.
       I started to answer when Alejo peeked in the door.  “Uh, excuse me, Senor Marshal, the Senora needs you quickly!”
       Before I left to follow Alejo, I pulled Darnelle into a hug.  “It will be alright.  I’ll go see your daddy tomorrow.”  
       Releasing her, I went to the entrance and stepped out.  I looked up, breathing a little prayer, “Lord, be with me….”  Alejo was standing outside the jail with his hands on his hips as if to say, “Hurry!”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

No more did he listen to the rush and roar of the thunder-storm.”
                    –Zane Grey  (Riders of the Purple Sage)

       “He calms the storm, So that its waves are still…  Who can this be?  For He commands even the winds and water, and they obey Him!”

                    –Psalm 107:29; Luke 8:25 (NKJV)
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My Uncle Ted used to work on planes and was a flight engineer for NCAR.  I once asked him, how do those humongous planes get up in the air and stay there?  He sort of grinned, replying with only one word, “POWER.”  Whenever you feel down and out, look to Psalm 93.  Whenever you seem overwhelmed by the evil in the world, look to Psalm 93.  Whenever the news is bad, the outlook terrible, and there seems to be no hope–look to Psalm 93.

          1 — The LORD reigns, He is clothed with majesty; the LORD is clothed, He has girded Himself with strength.  Surely the world is established, so that it cannot be moved.
          2 — Your throne is established from of old; You are from everlasting.
          3 — The floods have lifted up, O LORD, the floods have lifted up their waves.
          4 — The LORD on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, than the mighty waves of the sea.
          5 — Your testimonies are very sure; holiness adorns Your house, O LORD, forever.      (NKJV)

“Our God reigns,” does He in the midst of the pestilence facing you?  “Our God reigns,” does He when you face financial ruin and your career is on the line?  “Our God reigns,” does He when cancer strikes?  “Our God reigns,” does He when a child who was dedicated to the Lord has turned away from Him and rebels against godly teaching?  No matter what situation we find ourselves in we must realize that God truly does reign.
       God is sovereign.  The sovereignty of God is probably one of the most hated and maligned doctrines of the Bible, yet it should be one of the most comforting, bringing peace to our souls.  Lawson points out that, “God always does as He pleases, when He pleases, where He pleases, how He pleases, with whom He pleases.”  We don’t like that.  It hurts our self-autonomy.  But when trouble arises and we don’t know what to do, how does that affect the wondrous autonomous man?    Man in his free-will rebels, but God reigns triumphantly despite the rebellion.
       Perhaps our perspective is blurred or even wrong.  We may say that God is unfair.  We may think Him powerless or disinterested in our lives.  Perhaps it is because we are weak that when things seem to overwhelm we think that God is weak as well.  Not so!  He is closer to you than you can see.  If He can take care of the world, the universe, can He not take care of your and me–oh us of little faith?  In times when we don’t see clearly–look to Him who is seated on the throne.
       Is the world around you too loud?  Is all you hear is the clamor of evil, wickedness, and hatred?  The noise is so loud that you cannot hear God listening or you are so distracted that you can’t hear Him.  The noise of the attack on your soul is loud, then listen more carefully.  In the midst of the sound of the mighty waves pounding against the shoreline listen for the voice of God.

          “And I heard, as it were, the voice of a great multitude, as the sound of many waters and as the sound of mighty thunderings, saying, ‘Alleluia!  For the Lord God Omnipotent reigns!  Let us be glad and rejoice…!”
                        –Revelation 19:6-7 (NKJV)

Sometimes the noise and thunderings of the world is perceived to be louder than the voice of the Lord.  Listen through the noise, hearken to the voice of the Lord.  Again, when you seem to be overwhelmed come back to Psalm 93 and recognize the omnipotence of the Lord.  That same power is there to help each one of us overcome.

               “God moves in a mysterious way
               His wonders to perform;
               He plants his footsteps in the sea,
               And rides upon the storm.”
                      –William Cowper

 

Coffee Percs

It was the coffee I was going to miss the most at the cafe, I knew that right now. This was some good coffee. The stuff I made was terrible. I was surprised every time I stirred it and it didn’t eat up my spoon.” 

                    –Patrick Lindsay  (Dead Man’s Treasure)
 
No, Pard!  I wasn’t referring to yur coffee.  But to tell yuh the truth it could do some improvin’.  Go ahead, don’t shy away from my brew; it’ll tickle all the way down yur gullet to yur gizzard an’ if yuh have enough of it, yur toes might even tingle.  Is the coffee in the bean or the brewin’?  Now that’s somethin’ to ponder.  Is it in the water or in how long yuh set it to brew?  My ain’t life full of questions?
       Speakin’ of good coffee, we’ve had a week of good friends from the past.  It started last Saturday with the celebration of life for a person from our church forty years ago.  We saw several of the ol’ crew.  Then the other night some dear friends were in the area from San Antonio.  Yuh know, and I’m goin’ to say somethin’ here, so hang onto yur cup handle.  I’m a-thinkin’ that good friends are even better than good coffee.  Coffee can make yuh feel good in yur inner parts, but good, solid friends can make yuh feel good in yur soul and spirit.  
       Notice I’m stayin’ away from all the politickin’ and publicizin’ and media spoutation.  The coffee is too good to spoil my gizzard with the lies and doin’s of the media, and the politicians.  When are we ever gonna realize that we live in a world of lies, evil, deception, an’ wickedness?  But Pard, go on take another swaller.  Sure does make my heart good to see yuh enjoyin’ my coffee.  But what I was gonna say, we need to realize that this ol’ world is an evil place, but I recall the words of that ol’ preacher-man John that, “We know that we are children of God and that the world around us is under the power and control of the evil one.”  It’s found thar in 1 John 5:19.
       So don’t be surprised at what’s goin’ on.  Don’t be a frettin’ over the future.  Don’t get yur gizzard all riled because of the sickenin’ folks and lifestyle yuh hear and read about.  Just keep prayin’, keep readin’ yur Bible, keep raisin’ the younguns right.  Have yur gun oiled, loaded and ready, keep a smile on yur face.  Enjoy a cup of coffee, and be sure an’ check yur cinch.
          Vaya con Dios.