Echoes From the Campfire

Thank you for allowing me to continue living my life, so I may reflect on my error.”
                        –Dan Arnold  (Alta Vista)

       “Just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we would be holy and blameless before Him. In love.”
                         –Ephesians 1:4 (NASB)
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I was reading an article by George Matheson, which I shared some of the other day.  He pointed out a verse that I had read before, and pondered slightly, but this time I spent some time contemplating it.  The verse is found in Genesis 4:26.

           “To Seth, to him also a son was born; and he called his name Enosh. Then men began to call upon the name of the Lord.”  (NASB)
          “To Seth, also, a son was born, whom he named Enosh (mortal man, mankind).  At that [same] time men began to call on the name of the Lord [in worship through prayer, praise, and thanksgiving].” (Amplified)

Enosh (or Enos in KJV) is Adam’s grandson, the third generation.  The word “then” caught my attention.  Why not before?  What happened to Seth’s generation?  I am sure the Garden of Eden was still around, did Seth become disgusted with his parents that they had been thrown out?  Most likely Cain had left the scene by this time, and we know that Adam and Eve had other children, so why this verse after the birth of Enosh?
       George Matheson asks these questions:  “Why did prayer begin then?”  Why did it not begin in Paradise?  Was not God nearer to unfallen than to fallen man?  Was not Eden flooded with the Divine presence?”  He then gives a resounding “Yes!”  There was no need or place for prayer in the Garden.  Matheson gives the following analogy:

               “You cannot see the stars except by night.  You can see more gorgeous things by day, but not these special things called stars.  Even so with the day and night of the soul.  Eden was the day.  It was the fullness of God, the enjoyment of God, the beatific vision of the eye.  But for that very reason there was no sense of need, no prayer.  Prayer could only come with the night, with the need.  It is incompatible with full fruition.  It needs the shadow to make its starlight, the silence to make its music, the want to make its cry.”

       In Eden Adam and Eve walked with God; they were sinless so they could see Him face-to-face.  Can you imagine the delight that was theirs?  Perhaps more, we can imagine the depression that was theirs when they lost that special right to walk with the Father.  But think a little more.  No sin, no need for prayer.  No sin, no need for grace.  No sin, the dependence upon the heavenly Father is lacking.  No sin, the need for mercy would not be there.  No, the majesty of God had another plan.  It is beyond our understanding, but I will mention one more thing in regard to leaving Eden, the curse of sin, man could not know the wondrous love of God.  I will also add this, with Eden there would be no need for heaven.  Our Savior would not have the need to build us a place to live with Him.  Today, contemplate the verse above and what Matheson has said.

               “There is a compensation for my night.  I have been driven out from Eden into the land of swamps and marshes.  But in the land of swamps and marshes I have found something I could not meet in Eden–the gate of prayer.  Eden had no gate, because it had no need for an opening.  It was all open together.  There were no prisons to escape from, no fetters from which to be free.  But the land of the stranger has given me the gate, because it has given me the wall.  It has made me less near to Thee.  It has put a barrier between us.  It has caused me to miss Thee, to feel the want of Thee, to cry for Thee.  My Christ has gone into a far country, and I stretch my hands to Him.  Yet there is a beauty in the stretching of the hands, the calling upon Thy name–His name.  It is only the beauty of starlight; yet starlight has a glory that belongs not to the day.  It is something to see Thee when Thou art passing by; but to cry for Thee when Thou art past has a music all its own.  It is love in absence, love in Paradise lost.  It is the refusal of my soul to be weaned from Thee by distance or disaster…  I thank Thee that the loss of Eden has brought the hour of prayer.”

       Yes, the sin in the Garden of Eden brought havoc to the earth in the form of sin.  But now, we can dimly see the plan of God in action–the plan of sacrifice, of redemption.  We can go to another garden, the “Garden of Prayer.”  We can reach out and grasp the hem of His garment.  He is still there, no not the way He was with Adam in Eden, but even in a more wonderful way.

               “I come to the GARDEN alone,
               While the dew is still on the roses,
               And the voice I hear,
               Falling on my ear,
               The Son of God discloses.

               And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
               And He tells me I am His own;
               And the joy we share as we tarry there,
               None other has ever known.”
                       –C. Austin Miles (caps mine)

 

Echoes From the Campfire

But there are fools, and then there are folk that are just plain stupid.”

                         –D.C. Adkisson  (Redemption)

       “As a dog returns to his own vomit, so a fool repeats his folly.”
                         –Proverbs 26:11 (NKJV)
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I haven’t checked the news yet, don’t do that on a regular basis anymore.  However, I reckon old Phil didn’t see his shadow this morning.  I did see headlines that stated that humans will go extinct if we do not find five more earths, and that the mystery of Bigfoot might be solved.  So exciting! (trust you caught the facetious attitude).  But those headlines go to prove what I want to write about this morning.  Man is a fool unless they have the knowledge of the Almighty.
       Man seeks the supernatural even if it is complete foolishness.  Man is looking and grasping for something.  He is groping for faith when it is right in front of him.  Man puts man on a plane equal to and even sometimes higher than God.  Something tells him there is a supernatural world so he looks for the foolish things to aid in quenching his thirst.
       
               “But the hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him.  God is Spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.”
                         –John 4:23-24 (NKJV)

       There are a couple of things I want to point out.  The first is that we must worship in truth.  Ah, but in today’s society, what truth?  Truth is relative according to the “who knows it all” of culture.  Relative meaning that it changes, or that it depends upon the person.  So then a person can worship however they wish, or whomever they want–if so, that man is a fool.  Watch out, even Christians get caught up in this kind of worship–worshipping as they please rather than according to the truth.  A second thing in these verses is that “truth” means reality.  Life itself, whatever happens to a person that is real–that is truth; therefore man must worship with his life.  Worship is a lifestyle and true worshipers will worship in the truth of God’s Word.
       What about the others?  The fools?  Bob Beasley says that a “fool does not lack mental prowess, but moral character.”  The great minister Henry A. Ironside said, “Fools are those who make a mock of sin, rejoice in iniquity, and refuse to heed the voice of wisdom.”  Fools are honored in America.  If you don’t think so just look at the entertainers that are put on a pedestal.  We even use their voices to counsel the leaders in our government, as if the fool has more wisdom.   “This is the true measurement of any society:  the people it holds in respect.” (Beasley)  American honors fools!

               “Like snow in summer or rain in harvest, honor is not fitting for a fool.”
                         –Proverbs 26:1 (NIV)

       I like the way Bob Beasley describes what honoring a fool is like.  “Snow is great in winter.  It brings moisture to the fields and keeps the seed sown in the fall from freezing.  But snow in the summer would be out of place.  It would break the leaves off the maturing plants and wreak havoc.  So also, rain in harvest not only restricts the activity of the harvesters, it can ruin the crop which is so close to going into the barn.  So it is with fools.  They are completely out of step with reality, out of season with the wisdom of God.  For this reason, they should not be honored.”
       Don’t be a part of giving honor to fools!  Become the true worshiper whom the Lord seeks.  Hold fast to the Bible and the truths of its doctrines.  Worship in reality–don’t be a fool or have part with fools.  (see Romans 1:18-32; 2 Timothy 3:1-9)  For as Paul writes, these people are “always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.” (2 Timothy 3:7, NKJV)

 

Echoes From the Campfire

A man gets to thinking and fears about tomorrow and most of the time that’s all it amounted to—fear.”

                         –D.C. Adkisson  (Mal de Ojo)

       “You will show me the path of life; in Your presence is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”
                         –Psalm 16:11(NKJV)
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Ecclesiastes 6:7, comes right and tells us our problem.  “All the labor of man is for his mouth, And yet the soul is not satisfied.” (NKJV)  Man is hungry; it may be for food, or pleasure, or fame, or self-satisfaction.  He may feed it in different ways, but the end is the same–his soul is not satisfied.
       When troubles arise, man attempts to find a solution.  He seeks the answers to his dilemma when the best source would be to seek God.  In that crazy, insane time of the COVID virus, man thought he could solve the problems.  Man-made solutions and they didn’t work.  Did you know that in the midst of all the commotion and fear that the Throne of God was calm.  God is never taken by surprise nor does He ever get anxious.
       Much of man’s hunger, which will lead to his lack of satisfaction, is that he always wants what he wants, and he wants it his way.  He would rather fight with God, or maybe more today, ignore that God exists, than to find satisfaction in his soul.  I had to chuckle a little when I read something from C.S. Lewis, “To argue with God is to argue with the very power that makes it possible to argue at all.”
       Man might pray, but he wants God to answer his prayers, his way.  He is telling God that he has a better answer, but God has the power.  Part of the problem with man is that without God he is lost.  He doesn’t know his way.  Oh, he might think he does, but after he has tried everything he will come to the same conclusion that Solomon did, “all is vanity”.
Try this, try that–still no satisfaction.  Eat this, eat that, oh, try some of that fancy gourmet food–still no satisfaction.  Try Buddhism, Hinduism, Isalm, or any of the other “isms” out there and the answer in the heart will still be the same–it will be void and there will be no satisfaction.
       I have heard many, many times, “I hope they will be happy,” or “I just want to be happy.”  A couple gets married, out of the faith, and the mother says, “I just want for my baby to be happy.”  Happiness is not fulfillment.  Happiness depends on something happening, an object.  People strive to be happy and guess what?  The soul is not satisfied.  “If you devote your life only to the pursuit of happiness, you will be miserable; however, if you devote your life to doing God’s will, you will find happiness as well.” (Warren W. Wiersbe)
       After so long seeking after happiness, seeking after a full stomach, seeking for pleasure and trying to get ahead all you will find might be some pleasure in the seeking but the final product brings no soul satisfaction.  Trying to start at the top without paying your dues will eventually bring you exhaustion, frustration, and a longing for something to satisfy your soul.  Solomon writes, “Since there are many things that increase vanity, how is man the better?” (Ecclesiastes 6:11, NKJV)  He continues in the first part of verse 12, “For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he passes like a shadow?”  Man certainly doesn’t know.  Everything he tries is futile, what hope does he have?  Turn to God, only He can satisfy your soul.  He knows what is good for man in life.  In fact, He is saying, “I’m working on your life.  Don’t fight Me.”
       Let me enlighten you with one more thing.  There are some things in life that nobody can answer.  Simple fact.  When those times come, and they will, you must learn then to have faith and trust in the Master.  He knows the answers when man or you cannot find an answer.  FAITH—TRUST!

               “I don’t know about tomorrow,
               I just live from day to day.
               I don’t borrow from its sunshine,
               For its skies may turn to gray.
               I don’t worry o’er the future,
               For I know what Jesus said,
               And today I’ll walk beside Him,
               For He knows what is a head.

                    Many things about tomorrow,
                    I don’t seem to understand;
                    But I know who holds tomorrow,
                    And I know who holds my hand.”
                           –Ira Stanphill

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Clem Donor quickly relayed to us that he had worked with the surgeon for a few years while stationed with the army at Fort Scott.  I looked at Doc who nodded and I removed the handcuffs.  He then moved down next to Doc.
       He went through the procedures, making sure that we knew what we were supposed to do.  Molly had placed a large pan of hot water on the stove where I normally kept the coffeepot.  Along the back of the chair she had several pieces of cloth.
       “Mister Dover, listen to me,” said Doc sharply.  “Open your eyes and look at me.”
       Dover opened his eyes, the pain was apparent, but there was something added to it–fear.  “I’m being straight with you,” divulged Doc.  “If your appendix has burst, I give little hope to you living.  There’s two other major problems.  One is that of bleeding.  Once I start I need to move fast.  The second, which is always a danger, is that of infection.”
       We hadn’t noticed that the Parson had moved up close to us.  “Mr. Dover, I don’t know you, but I would suggest with the information that the good doctor has given you that you get your heart right with the Almighty.  That will at least give you hope for eternity.”
       Dover tried his best to bring up a smile.  “You a Sky-Pilot?” 
       Rev. Chapman moved up closer to the man so he could look him in the eyes.  “I am.”
       “I never thought I’d be a-dyin’ this way.”  He moved his hand up and Parson Chapman took hold of it.  “Pray for me,” he moaned, then added.  “Please, don’t let go of my hand.”
       “I won’t,” replied the Parson and began to pray in a very quiet whisper bending down to Dover.  I grabbed a chair for the preacher to sit on.
       Doc Jones looked at Donor, “You know what to give me when I ask?” he questioned.  Donor simply replied with a nod.
       “Miles, I want you down here to hold his legs, just in case.  I’m not expecting any reaction from him, but I want to be ready.  Molly, you stand by the head and be ready to hand me cloths as I clean the wound after surgery.  You might go ahead and remove the water from the stove.  I want it hot, but not too hot as to cause a burn.”
       There was a bottle on the counter behind the stove that Doc picked up.  “Let’s get this done,” he said, then looked down at his patient.  “This will put you to sleep.  You won’t feel anything during the surgery, I can’t promise you afterward.”  He then put a little mesh device over Dover’s nose and mouth and covered it with cloth.  “Molly, I’m going to put him to sleep with this ether.  If I nod at you I want you to pour a little more on the cloth.  Don’t get too close or the fumes might put you out as well.”
       Doc began the procedure and as soon as Dover’s breathing evened out and he was asleep, Doc picked up his scalpel.   Doc and Clem Donor worked together, and then Doc exclaimed, “Oh my!”
       I couldn’t see very well from where I was standing, but Donor looked to where Doc was pointing.  Doc pointed with his head, “In my bag.”  Donor immediately went to the bag sitting on the next table, and pulled out something that I couldn’t tell what?  “Hold it right here, I’m going to tie this off.”  Within seconds, Donor was lifting what looked to me like a spoon from the body of Dover, then turned and placed it on the counter.  Doc was sopping up the blood.  “Now let’s close this off.”
       There was a lot of bleeding and it took the two of them to stitch the wound.  It wasn’t large, but there was plenty of blood.  Mateo had come in and was standing by me.  He said he heard a shot and came running.  Doc looked at me, “Miles, there’s a stretcher in my office.  Go get it so we can transport this man over there while he’s still unconscious.”
       When I got back with the stretcher, Doc and Clem Donor had all the utensils loaded in a metal bowl.  Molly and Emelda were busy cleaning up the rags.  Doc began ordering us around so that we could get the patient on the stretcher.  “It will take all of us to move him.  We’ll lift him up then slide the stretcher underneath him; Dale that will be your job.”
       “Miles, you and my assistant haul him over to my office.  Before you go, take a look at his appendix.  It is about five times the size of normal; it could have burst at any moment,” he showed us, then smiled.  “If infection doesn’t sit in, he should live.”
       “I’ll go with them,” spoke up Rev. Chapman.  “I want to be with him when he wakes up.  Would someone please tell Betty where I am?”