Echoes From the Campfire

To their left, the ridge dropped down to a grassy valley, right in the center of which ran a pretty little mountain river. It sang a lullaby to them as it splashed and curled over its rocky bed, and the breeze that cut through the valley ran soft over the tops of the high grass so that the whole valley seemed to breathe.”
                    –Robert Peecher  (Slow Pike)

       “And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb.”

                    –Revelation 22:1 (NKJV)
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It’s been a while since I mentioned a “hymn at midnight,” but one has been running through my mind.  Yesterday I wrote that when we become fully awake that we shall see Jesus in His glory.  This hymn was written by Charles H. Gabriel, a prolific composer.  He wrote between 7000-8000 songs, along with twenty-three choir cantatas, forty-one Christmas cantatas, and edited over thirty-five hymnbooks.
       But back to the thought of being fully awake.  It is then that we shall see Him face to face.  It is then, when the trials, toils, and troubles of this life are over that we will, upon death, actually become fully awake when we enter the portals of glory.  There will be no night there, no sleeping–O that will be glory!

          “When all my labors and trials are o’er,
          And I am safe on that beautiful shore,
          Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,
          Will thro’ the ages be glory for me.”

What is the old saying, “born once, die twice; born twice, die once”?  To an extent, as we walk through this life we are awake.  Perhaps not fully for along the way we get groggy because of the work of the day and the fight of the battle.  We wonder, when oh when will it be over and then we realize that it is only through His grace that we will waken in glory.  There is a wonderful term in the second verse, “infinite.”  Stop, ponder this!  His infinite grace!  It is what will carry us over through the veil.

          “When, by the gift of His infinite grace,
          I am accorded in heaven a place,
          Just to be there and to look on His face,
          Will thro’ the ages be glory for me.”

Our feet get sore along the way, our legs ache with weariness.  But on the other side there will be friends with arms outstretched to welcome.  Joy, unspeakable joy, unfathomable joy will course around us.  Then we will awaken fully, and look up on the face of Jesus, and see Him smile–WOW!  Imagine!  We shall finally see Him face to face; we shall see Him as He is–o that will be glory!

          “Friends will be there I have loved long ago;
          Joy like a river around me will flow;
          Yet, just a smile from my Saviour, I know,
          Will thro’ the ages be glory for me.

                    O that will be glory for me,
                    Glory for me, glory for me;
                    When by His grace I shall look on His face,
                    That will be glory, be glory for me.”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Sleep is something that takes over and invades your awareness whether you like it or not.”

                    –Nathan West  (Haunted West)

       “I will not give sleep to my eyes or slumber to my eyelids, until I find a place for the LORD…”
                    –Psalm 132:4-5 (NKJV)
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Have you ever had trouble staying awake?  I remember one recruit that was caught sleeping while on guard duty in Basic Training.  My, oh my, did he receive some special instructions from the D.I.  Thanksgiving meal, it will surely bring on the heaviness of the eyelids.   Perhaps while driving you have felt yourself running off the road and those little rumble strips brought you out of your slumber.  They not only gave you a little tingle, but they quickly awakened you.  Sleeping is vital to our well-being, however, to fall asleep at the wrong time could be dangerous.
       At night, when I lay on my bed I try to always pray, I fall asleep.  In fact, in my life I have found that if a person needs sleep they should start praying.  It used to really bother me, but I have read that I’m in good company.   Luke writes, “But Peter and those with him [James and John] were heavy with sleep; and when they were fully awake, they saw His glory and the two men who stood with Him.” (9:32, NKJV)  Matthew doesn’t say that they were sleeping but he does bring out a very good point, “When they had lifted up their eyes, they saw no one but Jesus only.” (17:8, NKJV)
       Look again at the verse from Luke, “when they were fully awake, they saw His glory…”  Yes, God often gives us blessed sleep, peaceful sleep; it is refreshing to the body as well as to the soul.  But…notice here, “when they were fully awake.”  I want to shout at myself as I write this–wake up, oh my soul!  We cannot work while we sleep, we cannot further the kingdom while we sleep.  We cannot be faithful or work any acts of faith while we sleep.  George Matheson proclaims, “It is from my waking soul, from my reasoning soul, from my prudent and poising and pondering soul that He values the expression of my faith.”
       I have seen where I am going through God’s Word.  I have known whom I have believed.  It is this seeing and knowing–my experience–that I can trust in God.  Yes, now I see only as “through a glass darkly” (1 Corinthians 13:12, KJV) or as the NKJV translates it, “For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face…”  I know, I reason, and I believe the words of John, “Beloved, now we are the children of God; and it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.” (1 John 3:2, NKJV)  Wake up–let the rumble strips of the Holy Spirit awaken you–to see only Jesus.
       There are times to sleep; times when the body needs to be rejuvenated.  Let me say here, beware of spiritual sleep, which can bring on physical sleep.  The Garden, that place where Jesus agonized tells us of these three close disciples who were sleeping.  If Jesus had any close friends it was Peter, James, and John.  But here, in His time of greatest need, they were asleep.  Notice the words written in Matthew.  Jesus had already moved away from his disciples and had been praying.  “Then He came to the disciples and found them sleeping, and said to Peter, ‘What?  Could you not watch with Me one hour?  Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation.  The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.”…  And He came and found them asleep again, for their eyes were heavy.  So He left them, went away again, and prayed the third time, saying the same words.  Then He came to His disciples and said to them.  ‘Are you still sleeping and resting?…'” (Matthew 26:40-41,43-45 NKJV)
       Yes, we need a “little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest,” (Proverbs 24:33, NKJV) but don’t overdo it.  Jesus says that He had to be busy while it was day and that admonition follows on down to us for “the night is coming when no one can work.” (John 9:4, NKJV)  But remember, it is when we are fully awake that we can look up to Jesus and fully see Him in His glory.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Yonder goes a man who hates the sin, but he’s willin’ enough to take its wages.”

                    –Elmer Kelton  (The Way of the Coyote)

       “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
                    –Romans 6:23 (NKJV)
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Last night was a dark night, not because the waning moon is just starting, but because of the evil that was represented.  John tells us that, “God is light and in Him is no darkness at all.  If we say we have fellowship with Him, and walk in darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth.” (1 John 1:5-6, NKJV)  If you’ve ever watched horror movies, of which I do not, but I know that much of the action takes place at night–in the darkness.
     There is a terror of night, make no mistake about it.  Objects do not look the same as they did in the daylight.  They seem to take on a sinister form at times.  Evil lurks and loves the night, the darkness.  True, it is becoming more and more prevalent in the day, but it is still the nighttime that feeds it.  The majority of shootings take place at night, as well as other types of crimes.  But Christian, take heart, “You shall not be afraid of the terror by night…” (Psalm 91:5, NKJV)  That is a promise mixed with a command.  Because He is light, we can rest and have peace in the darkest night.
     However, there is another type of darkness.  It is the darkness of the soul.  Think of Joseph, escaping death, but thrown in the pit to eventually be sold as a slave by his brothers.  Darkness, distress…  Moses, the shining prince of Egypt, flees to the wilderness and for forty years his soul is in turmoil.  The soul is in darkness, but then–upon the side of a mountain a bush that is burning but not consumed–the light of God.  Read the accounts of Jeremiah, how he faced the darkness.
     St. John of the Cross wrote that, “God leads into the dark night those He desires to purify from all imperfections so that He may bring them farther onward.”  We, mankind, and believers as well, often spend too much time on the things of the flesh rather than mortifying the flesh.  When this takes place God often will send darkness.  A time, hopefully, of reflection, a time to get our eyes back on the light.  Thomas Merton said this, “When the time comes to enter the darkness in which we are naked and helpless and alone; in which we see the insufficiency of our greatest strength and the hollowness of our strongest virtues; in which we have nothing of our own to rely on, and nothing in our nature to support us, and nothing in the world to guide us or give us light–then we find out whether or not we live by faith.”
     Faith–without it we cannot please God.  He wants people of faith, but sometimes He must send the darkness to purify our faith.  No matter how many and great our virtues we cannot purify ourselves.  No matter the hours put in serving God, it is not enough to bring purification.  God sends the darkness to bring us out into greater light.  This is a time of trouble for the soul.  Peter in the dark of the night denied the Lord.  Think of the anguish in his soul.  Judas, the Betrayer, was in darkness, his soul embittered by his deed.  Two men facing the darkness of their soul; two different choices were made.
     In the darkness we either sleep or we continue walking.  The believer does not leave the path to glory simply because it is night.  Depression, despair, distress may come but we continue onward to our destination.  The darkness is there, but it is only a hindrance.  We must walk more carefully; other senses must be heightened.  Prayer, meditation, reading of the Word, practical application of the Word, just as in life must be adhered to in the darkness.  We hold tighter to His hand, we follow more closely to His guidance.  Because of that fellowship grows, relationship deepens, trust is solidified, and we continue on by faith.  Not faith in ourselves, not faith even that we are going to make it, but faith in the One who is there beside us even if we do not feel His presence.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

The wounded Ben Andrews has surrendered and was arrested, however, the one named Lark is still on the loose in town.  We left Miles last week searching for this miscreant of justice.  Would he try again to break his boss, Todd Johnson from jail or seek to flee, saving himself.  Come with me now, back to those days of yesteryear for another thrilling adventure in the life of Miles Forrest.
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       I searched for two more hours, moving up and down alleys, checking out every shed and stall in the area but there was no sign of this other jasper.  I hated to leave him running loose in the area, but with the dark approaching the search would have to end.
       When I went back to the jail, Mateo was gone, but he had finished the paperwork on the arrest.  Lucas had decided to stay close to his little barricade, just in case.  “You be ready,” I admonished him, then added.  “You did a good job earlier today.  Don’t worry about feedin’ the prisoners, I’ll bring something back and relieve you so you can eat.”
       Coolness had settled in with the night.  There was a nip to the air, snow could come at any time now.  Upon entering the diner I went straight to my table back near the stove.  I wasn’t cold, but the warmth from the stove felt good.  Maybe it was something else, age possibly that was creeping up.  Settling down with a cup of coffee, Molly came out from the kitchen with a bowl of chicken and dumplings.  She must have seen me through the window and gone back to get it for me.  What a gal!
       The rush was on, so she didn’t have time to sit with me.  Marta was back working full time, and this evening Edith was helping out.  As I enjoyed my meal, I watched them work, and the customers enjoying their meals.  That brought to mind the other crooked lawman.  He had to be still in town, and he had to be getting hungry.  I doubted that he would venture down into town, but he could break into one of the homes back where we lost his trail.
       After eating I took two bowls of the delightful dinner I had up to the jail and released Lucas for his meal.  He said he was fine and after eating that he would stay the night in the jail.  When he came back, I helped him fix a pallet on the floor where he wanted to stay behind his small fortress.  Tomorrow was Sunday and Mateo would be in to relieve Lucas in the morning.  Neither of us knew when Charlie would be back from Telluride.
       Sitting in church the next morning next to Molly I thought about how fortunate I was to be with her.  The years were passing quickly, but we had a solid foundation.  As Preacher Chapman waxed eloquently that morning on “What a Man Sows.”  One thing that caught my attention was the fact that other times when I heard a sermon on these verses from Galatians that it was negative.  This morning, Rev, Chapman emphasized sowing to the Spirit and that we must not get tired of doing good.
       After service we went back up to our little cabin.  Molly could have had a full house if she opened the diner on Sunday, but she made a commitment when she began the business that she wouldn’t open on Sunday, only on rare occasions to help feed needy people and no money was collected.  She brought home the leftover chicken and dumplings and as soon as I put a fire in the stove she would heat them up.
       Moving up toward the cabin door, I stopped abruptly.  Removing the leather thong from the hammer of my pistol, I held Molly back.  Something was wrong.  I didn’t know what, but I could sense it.  “Stay here,” I ordered before moving up closer.  Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but still…
       Opening the door slowly, I poked my head into the room.  Nothing seemed disturbed, nothing until I saw the pot on the table.  We had left it on the stove this morning upon leaving for church.  I moved quietly to the bedroom to peek in there–nothing.  Then back out to the kitchen area and table.  Someone had helped themselves to our leftovers we had planned for Sunday dinner.
       I went back to the door and waved for Molly to come on in.  After informing her of what happened, I told her to stay and I went out the back to see if I could find any tracks.  Looking out to the near pasture I could see Hawk and Star, but there was no sign of Two-Bits.  I moved slow and easy toward the stalls.  Upon reaching them…