Author: Ira Paine

Echoes From the Campfire

by Ira Paine, Posted on
The best gifts around any Christmas tree:  the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.”
                         –Burton Hill
 
       “Thank God for his Son–a gift too wonderful for words!”
                         –2 Corinthians 9:15 (NLT)
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!  to one and to all.  This is the time of year to take time to understand and appreciate all the benefits that Christmas brings to us.  There are many, both grand and small.  The primary, numero uno, most wonderful benefit is to recognize the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ.  But also look up at the stars, not only that they are magnificent in their creation–a word spoken by God, but they also remind us of that one star–see that bright one?  Hmmm…
       Go someplace, take a drive (weather permitting) and see the lights.  Our square here in Coldspring is brightly decorated.  The courthouse lights are beautiful and the nativity is brightly lit.  My first word was “pretty” upon seeing the pretty lights at Christmas.  Then there are the smells of Christmas.  Yes, we have to put up with exhaust if you’re living in the city, but out here, we can go out in the cold and the air seems fresher and cleaner.  Walking back inside, what is that smell?  Could it be an apple pie, or pumpkin?  Christmas morning will be the tradition of beignets, bacon, and coffee.  Ahhh, such a benefit.
       Christmas brings a smile as we remember the Christmases of the past.  However, the smiles don’t stop there, for they continue with the giving of gifts and watching loved ones open them.  They are all around the table as the turkey, ham, dressing, and all of the other bounty are there.  Look at each other once in a while, and enjoy their presence as they eat.  Oh, and let me say one thing–put away the phone!  It has been a blessing, but also a handicap.  
       Christmas is a time to remember to enjoy life as the One who gave life came into the world as a baby for the purpose of redeeming mankind.  Remember the past, but value the present.  Christmas teaches that we need to thank God for the things of the day; live in the present by giving thanks and sharing not only gifts but one another.
       Be as the wise men when the star again appeared to them.  “It went ahead of them and stopped over the place where the child was.  When they saw the star, they were filled with joy!” (Matthew 2:10)  Seize what God has for you this Christmas season–be filled with joy.  That joy is unspeakable and full of glory as is the knowledge of His Son.
       This is the last Echo until after Christmas.  I’m not sure what will be out the week afterward; it will depend upon whether or not my mind takes a vacation and I want to get up early to send out my morning note.  So don’t get up early and anxious next week to read my thoughts, but still be ready in case they come your way.  I wish I had the ability to send all my friends and readers a present, but you’ll have to take to heart when I say I pray that your Christmas is full of the wonder of Christ and of family and friends.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

by Ira Paine, Posted on

The narrow trail can be rough and lonely.”

                    –Dan Arnold  (Bear Creek)

       “The highway of the upright is to depart from evil; he who keeps his way preserves his soul.”
                    –Proverbs 16:17(NKJV)
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Brrr, when I think of winter I think of cold and snow.  Not so much now that I have lived in Texas for several years, but I have memories of those cold winters in Colorado, as my wife does of Pennsylvania.  The winter solstice, the 21st of the year.  Brrr.
       In light of that I want to bring you a song by Michael Martin Murphy.  It is a Christmas carol, but there is sentiment in the song.  It reminds me of winters of the past, of Christmases of the past, and of my childhood and youth.  I remember the days of having to work in the cold, to shovel snow, ahhh, but then there are the times of playing “king of the mountain”, or ice-skating on the lake, and sledding down the hills.  

               That ol’ north wind
               Howlin’ high up in the timber
               The only choir that I remember
               When I was ridin’ on the line.

               One lone star hangin’ over the horizon
               Like the one that led the wise men
               As they followed heaven’s sign.

               Snow-capped peaks
               Like the angels and their glory
               Seem to sing the old time story
               As the wind blows through the pines.
               Driftin’ along, the sounds of spurs jingling
               Like silver bells ringing
               Christmas on the line.

       We must remember that Joseph and Mary didn’t understand the concept of Christmas.  They knew they were chosen for something special, that the Child was given to them by God.  I have often wondered about their thoughts, but no matter they couldn’t have known the fullness of what was taking place.  Was it cold in the stable in Bethlehem that night?  We don’t know, but surely it was a bit drafty.  The smell probably wasn’t so great, and they for sure weren’t expecting visitors.
       No mid-wife, no hot water (in the movies there is always the need of hot water), no comfort except what they had in their heart.  Did God give them a special peace and joy when Jesus was born or was it like any other baby born under dire circumstances?
       We make what we want out of circumstances.  The spurs reminded the cowboy in the song of bells, the bells of Christmas.  A star in the horizon–the snow-capped peaks sang a song to him as he traveled to the line shack to spend Christmas alone.  But truly never alone.  The angels are there whether we see them or not.  The joy of ringing bells is there if not actually heard, but only in the heart.  The peace and joy from the Lord is there.  Dare, in your situation this year, to reach out and accept the heavenly Gift.    If you do, the sounds of Christmas will resound throughout your soul.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

by Ira Paine, Posted on
I was at the depot when the train finally arrived from Silverton.  It had been five days clearing snow before it could make it; the telegraph wires hadn’t been repaired as of yet.  I was hoping to meet Charlie Gold, but instead I was given a message from him.  “Need Help!”  The train was filling up with supplies to take back to Silverton since the people had been stranded for a week.
       When I read the message I hurried back to the cabin to throw my gear together.  The weather had warmed up some and the streets were getting sloppy from snow melting to slush.  It would take a while for the accumulation to go away and in the meantime it would be a mess.  I had a bag filled with things I might need and plenty of ammunition for my pistol and shotgun.
       There was time before the train would pull out but I felt in a hurry.  After getting my gear I rushed down to the diner.  Molly saw at an instant that something was wrong.  
       “Oh, Miles, now?” she said with some despair.  “It’s almost Christmas.”
       Sighing deeply as I poured a cup of coffee from the stove I answered.  “Charlie needs my help.  I don’t know what’s wrong or what’s happened, just that he needs me.”
       “Sit down, you have time to eat.  I’ll fix up some sandwiches for you to take along as well,” she informed me and understood the need for me to go.  
       She went back to the kitchen while I sat there sipping on my coffee.  All kinds of thoughts were racing through my mind.  What could have happened?  All Charlie was doing was to check into the mine situation and stop any action the owners might take against those who walked off.
       I smiled when I saw what she brought me.  It couldn’t have been better for the trip; a plate full of biscuits and sausage gravy with sliced peppers in it.  It would fill me up.
       “Eat!” she ordered.  “I’ll go fix you a lunch to take with you.”
        Molly hugged me before I left, saying, “You best be back by Christmas.”
       “That’ll be the plan,” I assured her, then picked up my gear and shotgun heading for the station.
       Within the hour I was aboard the train and waiting for it to get on the way.  There was only one passenger car as they added an extra freight car.  I was amazed at how quickly they had gotten the supplies together and loaded.  The passenger car was empty except for me and a couple of miners.  Most were not wanting to venture out in the weather this close to Christmas.  
       As we wound up the canyon all I could see was white.  Everything was covered with snow.  I could see how they had trouble getting the snow off the track and the engine went about half the speed.  It would be well into the evening before arriving in Silverton.  At least I saw that the clouds were clearing, but that meant that the temperatures would drop.  It could get down to zero or lower up in the high country.  I was getting soft.
       There was no way for me to let Charlie know that I was coming.  I was counting on him knowing that I would be on my way.  Molly was to tell Mateo and Lucas the situation as far as either of us knew it.  Mateo would have come if not for his responsibility in Durango as town marshal.  He and Lucas along with his two boys were making sure that the widows and elderly had plenty of wood to get them through this time and that they had a way to walk out of their homes to town if needed.
       As evening approached and the sun went on down behind the mountains I could feel the cold begin to creep in.  “Brrr,” I thought.  When we finally rolled into the station Charlie wasn’t there but a man, who appeared to be a miner came up asking if I was Marshal Forrest and I was to follow him.
       The snow there was much deeper and there wasn’t much being done by the people in town to help the situation.  Most of them were staying inside, trying to keep warm.  I followed the man to what looked like a small warehouse.  Upon entering I felt a little warmth as there was a stove in the center of the room with cots around it.  
       There, in the midst of the cots, was Charlie.  He was…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

by Ira Paine, Posted on

The road forked, and you took the wrong turn.”
                   –Louis L’Amour  (Under the Sweetwater Rim)


       “And the people said to Joshua, ‘The LORD our God we will serve, and His voice we will obey!'”
                    –Joshua 24:24 (NKJV)
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I have a couple of things to share this morning, not sure if I have room for both of them.  I see that I’m running out of time with all the things I want to say this Christmas season.  I’m not sure if Wednesday or Thursday will be the last Echo before Christmas or not.  Then the week after…I don’t know.  May write, may not.
       But the first thought.  I have been drawn to the Baby this year.  Jesus, Immanuel–God with us–who chose to leave behind his glory (kenosis) and come to earth as a defenseless baby.  A mystery for sure.  He did it for you and me, and for all mankind, yet man either through ignorance or disbelief refuses Him and His sacrifice.  People don’t want to hear about Him, for He brings fear.  Fear of two sorts:  for the believer fear regarding the majesty of God, for the unbeliever fear of the judgment.
       In reading Matthew 2:1-23, we see the Magi searching as they follow the Star.  They go to the palace where normally a king would be born, but Herod has no idea of what they are talking about, however, the scribes understood (in part).  They told Herod that the Messiah was to be born in Bethlehem according to the Prophet Micah.  The Magi, in excitement, went on their way to find Jesus, while Herod was troubled.
       Imagine, troubled by a mere baby.  Sure it was a threat to his throne, but surely he knew that by the time the Child was old enough to take the throne he would probably be dead.  Perhaps fear for his inheritance to his descendants.  Or was there more to it?  Was Satan whispering in Herod’s ear–“kill the Child.”  “Kill Him before it is too late”?   A defenseless baby brought fear to Herod.  In that fear and the subsequent actions of the Magi toward him, he became angry ordering the male children in the region of Bethlehem to be killed.  Satan would not get his hand on Jesus, but many innocents would suffer.  I’m not sure about Dante’s “rings” in hell, but if that is so, then there is a special place deep in the realm of the suffering for those who kill innocent babies.
       I have often thought about Jesus as a baby and as a child growing up.  Why didn’t Satan strike at Him in those formative years?  There must have been something happening in the spiritual realm.  Perhaps the Father “laid down the law” telling him not to touch His Son.  Perhaps the Father had legions of angels around the Child as He grew protecting Him from an onslaught.  We know when He entered His public ministry and went out into the wilderness that the angels ministered to Him.  Whatever was happening Jesus grew in stature and in favor.
       Fear of the Lord is a wondrous thing.  That is where wisdom begins–recognizing God for who He is.  Look at the Baby in the manger.  Recognize who He is–He is the great I AM, the living Word.  Take another look, see that smile, that is for you–He knows you and knows everything about you.  He has come to ransom and redeem us.  Choose to fear Him, and then surrender your life to Him.  Do not wait, do not be like Herod and fear what could happen to your kingdom, your position, your career for your eternity is at stake.  Look at Him again, and hear the writer of Hebrews, “Then I said, ‘Behold, I have come–in the volume of the book it is written of Me–to do Your will, O God.'” (10:7, NKJV)
       He has come, and He will one day come again.  Are you ready?  This Christmas as we celebrate the first Advent, make sure your hearts are ready for His coming in the second Advent.  Even so, come, Lord Jesus!