Echoes From the Campfire

Remember, God watches over us, even in the hardest times. We all have our burdens.”
                    –David Fitz-Gerald  (First Drive)

       “Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall.”
                    –Psalm 55:22 (NIV)
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Today I have a doctor’s appointment.  It is not my favorite thing to do, but at my season in life it is almost a necessity.  When I look at those sitting in the waiting room, my mercy, some of them are in bad shape.  Their bodies are wracked with pain, aches, and the like.  Some are crooked, bent over, and can hardly walk.  That’s not the worst of it.  I see on their faces the lack of hope, the melancholy of “what’s the use” or “help me live just a little longer.”  Life is fleeing from them and there is nothing they can do to hold on to it, except maybe a few more pills, some medication, some kind of treatment or the knife of surgery.  
     I think of the invalid at the pool, who in bitterness replied to Jesus, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred.  While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.” (John 5:7, NIV)  Heavy-laden, sick, unable to barely care for himself, much less make it to the pool in time.  Angry at life, angry at others, angry at his condition, and get this, he believes in the superstition of the troubled waters in the pool.  He doesn’t even know that the Great Physician is standing in front of him asking him questions.
     To gaze back over the waiting room, I wonder how many have had the opportunity to hear the voice of Jesus.  Sometimes I can pick out a person who has a genuine smile, not one that’s forced.  My Grandma had severe pain, however it brought to her a closer relationship with Christ.  Oh, she would moan at times, but she would always end it saying something regarding her heavenly Father.  She would gain strength to carry her through, and her hope would grow even brighter.  St. John of the Cross said, “For the virtue and strength of the soul grows and is confirmed by trials and patience.”
     The words of Jesus should give us comfort, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30, NIV)    St. John of the Cross tells us, “Better it is to be heavy-laden and near one that is strong than relieved of one’s load and near one that is weak.  When thou art heavy-laden, thou art near to God, who is thy strength and is with them that are in trouble.  When thou art relieved, thou art near but to thyself, who are thine own weakness.”  
     Take away the burden, and will you remember the strength you received from Christ?  I ask, how many lepers who were healed came back to thank Jesus for their healing?  Then, how many when the burden is relieved continue to walk in total communion with the Lord.  Perhaps there is a deeper reason, then for the burden.  “The soul that is alone and without a master, and has virtue, is like the burning coal that is alone.  It will grow colder rather than hotter.” (St. John of the Cross)   Burdens and pains with the Master, or trying to make it on your own with the help of pills?  I recall the old song:
          “Days are fill with sorrow and care,
          Hearts are lonely and drear;
          Burdens are lifted at Calvary,
          Jesus is very near.”
                –John M. Moore
     It is time for me to leave, I have my diagnosis and prognosis, and any other thing that might have been given me in the halls of medicine.  I don’t worry or complain, I’ve seen the looks of those in despair.  I know I have a Great Physician watching over me, no matter what any doctor might say.  I used to really dread these trips, but now, they make me thankful that I have a loving Father who cares for me.  And no matter what–get that!  No matter what, He will be with me no matter the ailment, burden, or prognosis.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

He chuckled at how people are so easily convinced of new practices.”

                    –B.N. Rundell  (The Trail to Rebellion)

       “Those who are dominated by the sinful nature think about sinful things, but those who are controlled by the Holy Spirit think about things that please the Spirit.”
                    –Romans 8:5 (NLT)
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When I developed my apologetics course I dealt with the premise that everyone has a worldview.  They may not know what it actually entails; they may not be able to explain it thoroughly, but it is there.  It determines how one views God, life, and death.  “Modern man is faced with a supermarket of world views; all of them claim to represent reality.” (Probe)  With that thought in mind, know also, that these worldviews, under the direction of the master deceiver, are attempting to control you, destroy your fellowship with God, cause chaos in your life, and confusion in your mind.
      Paul reminds us, “Where is the philosopher?  Where is the scholar?  Where is the debater of this age?  Hasn’t God made the world’s wisdom foolish?” (1 Corinthians 1:20, HCSB)  This is one reason why the world hates Christianity; it has an answer.  They become angry when their opinion is rejected.  (Who are they to debate the Almighty?)  Why do you think there was so much anger directed at Charlie Kirk?
     Friend, let no one fool you–there is a real, intense battle for the mind.  We are warned, “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is–his good, pleasing and perfect will.” (Romans 12:2, NIV)  I like the way that J.B. Phillips translates this verse, “Don’t let the world around you squeeze you into its own mold, but let God re-make you so that your whole attitude of mind is changed.  Thus you will prove in practice that the will of God is good, acceptable to him and perfect.”
     Our thinking should be (must be) changed.  We are to look at life through a god-like mind.  This means we must have a Biblical worldview.  Think of all the choices out there (and I daresay that some of you practice some of them):
               pluralism               materialism               secular humanism
               relativism              postmodernism         progressivism
               globalism              consumerism            communism/socialism
               fascism                 Islam                         cosmic humanism (new age/pantheism)
The shame of it is that many Christians practice what is called syncretism.  They try to mix some of the above with that of Biblical Christianity.  Compromise just a little here and there.  Choose your opinion over the word of God.  Do right in your own eyes, saying that it is okay.  Know this, Paul tells us that we cannot live like the world, even just a little, for “a little leaven leavens the whole lump” (1 Corinthians 5:6)  See, it is a constant battle.  Sometimes a real fight, sometimes it is subtle.  Warren Wiersbe tells us that, “The world wants to control your mind, but God wants to transform your mind.”  
     Don’t think that it is possible to be a socialist and a Christian.  Don’t think that it is possible to be a postmodernist or a relativist or a pluralist and a Christian.  I am reminded of the words of Jesus where He says, “no one can serve two masters.” (Matthew 6:24)  Don’t fool yourself.  This daily battle, this daily transformation must be continually fought and worked on.  It starts with a morning time with the Lord, a little time of prayer and devotion.  Then it continues throughout the day thinking of the things that come your way through the mind of Christ, and then, and this is important, there must be a time during the day for some kind of deeper Bible study.  Let me close with the words of Romans 12:2, from Henry Harbuck’s translation:  “Do not live according to the [corrupt] standards of this present age any longer [by following an immoral lifestyle], but be changed by the renewing of your mind–(that is, adopting a different attitude in your mind) and rejecting sinful lifestyles…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

A rifle ball doesn’t look like much until you fire it out of a rifle.”
                    –Cliff Hudgins  (Viejo and the Outlaw)

       “Nor should there be obscenity, foolish talk, or coarse joking, which are out of place, but rather thanksgiving.”
                    –Ephesians 5:4 (NIV)
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          “To do evil is like sport to a fool, but a man of understanding has wisdom.” –Proverbs 10:23(NKJV)
          “Doing wrong is like a joke to a fool, but wisdom is pleasure to a man of understanding.”  (ESV)
          “Fools enjoy doing wrong, but anyone with good sense enjoys acting wisely.  (CEV)

Here we see another characteristic of a fool to add to your list.  Look around you, look at social media and you will find a host of fools.  Watch talk shows and the fools are quickly seen.  We read in Galatians 5:19-21, a list of the things a fool mocks.  Those characteristics and lifestyles that God abhors are the very things that a fool breaks out into an insidious grin and jokes about them.  The mind takes pleasure in evil conduct and thoughts, and that’s where the fool finds pleasure.
     I have never been one who cared for pranks.  They are devised to hurt someone in some way.  In regard to this day’s study, that is the character of a fool–a prankster, one with evil intent in his joking.  He makes sport out of mischief; he laughs at others’ misfortunes.  Fools mock at sin, “Fools mock at sin…” (Proverbs 14:9, NKJV), they jest at the things of God, they make mockery and jokes of His holy name.  The fool is dangerous to be around, he is not one to associate with.  J.L. Flores states, “The fool who thinks sin is a laughing matter will not hesitate to commit sin himself, or to do his brother the irreparable mischief of leading him in the path of sin and death.”
     The fool makes light of sin; he characterizes it into large and small–the small white lie and the large black lie.  They mock those who follow God’s moral precepts and they take glee in hurting others (i.e., Kimmel referring to the First Lady as a widow), then saying it was all in fun, a joke–FOOL!  “I was only joking,” is the excuse to make light of hurtful and sinful comments. “Nothing proclaims a man to be a fool so plainly as his mockery of sin.” (Flores)  There is a seriousness to life, yes, enjoy it, but do not make fun of the things of God or the plight of others.  “The difference between the lost and the saved is,” according to Samuel Miller, “that to one it is but trifling to live; to the other it is the gravest wisdom.”
     To be a mocker, a jester, is according to Lawson, an “advanced stage of folly.”  Sport now, but one day there will be severe consequences.  This man, this fool, has the devil for his playmate.  He dances well with his partner, his folly. (John Trapp)  I recall two men on crosses with Christ.  Both mocked, but then one realized the seriousness of his circumstances and the Man on the cross next to him.  The one to whom Jesus spoke went to paradise, the other mocker–the fool–went to perdition.  See, salvation brings understanding.  Salvation brings a change and renewal to our mind.  Wisdom is an enjoyment; seeking God’s truth is a true endeavor of life.  The person of wisdom understands the seriousness of the fool’s actions.  There is a huge difference in the maturity level of the person with wisdom and the fool.  The man of understanding, the wise, knows the importance of life, and as the writer of Hebrews states, “I have come to do your will, O God.” (10:7, NIV)

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

There is not a single person in all the earth who is always good and never sins.”  –Ecclesiastes 7:20(NLT)
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     Now, I’ve seen the Parson Chapman excited when he gets to preaching the Word and the power comes on him, but he was downright excited when the train pulled in.  He wasn’t jumping, but he was sure walking back and forth waiting for the baggage car to open.  Lucas was with me and I grabbed Grath McCall and Darnelle’s new suitor, Glynn Allison to help me with the preacher.
     “There it is!” he exclaimed, pointing to a crate inside the car.  He started to enter the car when the worker for the Denver & Rio Grande held him back.  “Preacher, you stay on the platform, we’ll get it out to you.”  It was not belligerent, but just business.  
     In minutes, which probably seemed longer to the Parson, the crate was on the platform ready for us to load it in the wagon that the Parson had borrowed.  On the crate in bold letters were the words, “Burdette Organ Co.”  We had been singing in the church, contrary to the view of some of the parishioners to Lyn Gimmel’s guitar.  I smiled wondering what the stogy folk would think about this new organ.  The church had agreed to purchase it through offerings and a couple of bake sales.  I knew that Dale and his wife Betty put plenty of their own money into the purchase as well as a certain Molly Forrest.
     He was all a tither, telling us to be careful, to not bump it against the side of the wagon.  “Preacher!” hollered up McCall, “it’s in a crate!”
     Within the next hour it was unloaded, uncrated, and positioned in front of the Durango Community Church.  Both the Parson and I thanked the men for their help and they went their way.  Before I joined them, I leaned to the beaming recipient of the organ.  “Uh, Pastor Chapman,” I said in a loud whisper.  “Let me remind you about idols.”
     He jerked, looked at me, then laughed.  “Miles, I guess I am a little excited.  Not to show off that our congregation has a new organ, but that we can enjoy the music that the Lord has provided in our worship,” he paused, reaching down to touch the keys and then to wipe his hand across the top of the organ.  “But you’re right.  I will be careful.”
     I bid him good day, but by the time I was down the steps and walking on my way to the diner, I heard the sweet refrain of “In the Sweet By and By.”  I couldn’t help but smile, and I think I even kicked up my heels a bit.
     It was too early for lunch, but Molly smiled when I walked in and then before speaking headed straight for the kitchen.  I took off my jacket placing it on the back of my chair, placed the Greener against the wall, then pulled a mug from the shelf and filled it with coffee.  As I was sitting down, Molly came marching out, or was she swaying, with a piece of pie.
     “Rhubard,” she said.  “Mrs. Calder found some growing in her garden already.  Fresh shoots, and I will say, mighty tasty.  I saved you this one piece, Miles.”
     She sat with me, while I devoured the pie.  She still worked with the diner, but she was only supposed to be doing the books and ordering supplies.  They couldn’t keep her out of the kitchen though.  The people liked her cookies and pies so much.
     I was taking a sip of coffee when the door opened and I glanced over the rim of the cup.  It was Desiderus Luther, the city district attorney.  He looked his dapper normal self, but I knew the clothes were for professional appearance.  He was as tough as nails in the courtroom.  He doffed his hat, “Good morning, Mrs. Forrest,” then he glanced at me, “Miles.  May I sit?”
     Nodding, I didn’t let him stop me from taking a bite.  He was quite interested in what I was eating.  “Hmm, Molly, is there any more of that delectable looking pie?”
     That brought a smile from her.  “No,” she said, getting up.  “But there is a piece of butterscotch left.”
     A little sigh came from Luther, then he said.  “It might not be delectable, but I’m sure it will be every bit as delicious.”
     I couldn’t help it, I groaned and rolled my eyes.
     He laughed.  “Miles, the case has been rejected by the federal court.  I am to proceed in our court with the trial,” he said with a lengthy pause.  That wasn’t good.
     “Miles, I don’t have evidence to try them for murder.  There are no witnesses against them.  I can try them for the attempted murder of an officer of the law.”  He paused as Molly brought him the pie.  “Excuse me why I enjoy my first bite.”
     Molly and I were both grinning at him.  He saw us, and joined us, then remembered his manners and wiped his mouth.  “Now, Miles, you could round up some witnesses.”
     I began shaking my head, “Not gonna happen Counselor.  I might find Charlie Two-Face, but he didn’t see the crime.”
     He saw the frown on my face, “What’s wrong, Miles?”
     “If I release them, there is a good chance that there will be another murder, or more if…”