Echoes From the Campfire

Never give up. Life is too important. You find a way to fight for every second of life.”

                    –C.J. Petit  (Luke)

       “Is there not a cause?…  Let no man’s heart fail because of him; your servant will go and fight with this Philistine.”
                    –1 Samuel 17:29, 32 (NKJV)
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I was fortunate that from the age of two onward, I was told or read the stories from the Bible.  My aunt either told them told me, or read them to me, and they were certainly brought to my attention in Sunday School.  I must have heard the story of David and Goliath over a hundred times because of this and subsequent sermons.  Now I may have heard this somewhere before but it really didn’t stick in my thoughts until the other evening when I was reading a book by Alan Redpath.
       I have always imagined Goliath strutting around, mocking the armies of Israel.  When you read about his appearance he must have been something to behold.  He was clothed in brass, and he was a majestic sight.  Then add to his image that of his weapons.  Wow, what a specimen, and he knew it.  Not only was he a great warrior, but he was arrogant.  “Look at me,” he would proclaim, and he did so in the sight of Israel’s army for forty days, challenging, mocking, and scorning them.
       Satan is much the same.  He strides through cities and countries in marvelous garb.  It may be an ideology, it may be modern education, it may be evolution, it may be postmodernism, or any numerous other ideas.  The modern mind is brought to the strutting being with his flashing garb of whatever it may be.  He looks at Christians and mocks them.  And much of the time we are like the army of Israel–pathetic.  Fear grips us, compromise looks alluring, what could it hurt.  Think of COVID and remember how the nations quaked in fear.  “They were a people in covenant relationship with God, but actually in the bondage of fear before Goliath and all that he stood for!” (Redpath)  Paul writes, “Whose minds the god of this age has blinded, who do not believe, lest the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine on them” (2 Corinthians 4:4, NKJV).  Man will believe the giants around him, but not the word of Almighty God.  How foolish!  Satan, like Goliath, defies the people of God.  
       I always wondered why Saul, the king, a warrior in his own right, did not go out to face Goliath.  Wasn’t that his responsibility?  But Saul, by this time had forfeited the anointing of the Holy Spirit that was once upon him.  Disobedience, dabbling in the things of the world, things he was told not to do, Saul was quaking with the rest of the army.  One the scene a champion.  The giant was calling, “Give me a man!” (1 Samuel 17:10)  David appears and in the larger sense, Jesus appears.  Yet he was scorned, by his brethren, especially Eliab.  Hmmm, why didn’t Eliab go face Goliath?  He ridiculed David, “Eliab’s anger was aroused against David…I know your pride and the insolence of your heart, for you have come down to see the battle.” (1 Samuel 17:28, NKJV)  A picture of our Lord, “He came to His own, and His own did not receive Him” (John 1:11, NKJV)  Isaiah said, “He is despised and rejected by men, a Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief…” (Isaiah 53:3, NKJV)
       David was a picture of the Lord Jesus Christ, who overcame the “giant” (Satan) at Calvary.  Know this, as it was with Goliath, who cried, “Give me a man!”  The same is true of Satan, give me a man.  The battle was to be decided by representatives of each side:  Goliath–Satan; Jesus–church of believers.  Satan, the giant who sneers at the Church, and on the scene comes a man.  He doesn’t look like much.  He is not arrayed in magnificent armor.  All He has is the Word of God.  He will face this giant for us.  I am amazed that Saul even allowed David to go fight.  After all, he was a representative.  If he was killed then the Philistines would prevail and Israel would be their slaves.  But Saul sends him out, his brothers are angry with him, but he doesn’t care–he has a mission.  The world didn’t care about the coming of Christ–ah, but He had a mission.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Want of money was a thing he never experienced and never understood. He had been broke often, but he had never been poor.”
                     –Elmer Kelton  (The Good Old Boys)

       “There is one who makes himself rich, yet has nothing; And one who makes himself poor, yet has great riches.”

                     –Proverbs 13:7 (NKJV)
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               “For the poor you have with you always, but Me you do not have always.”
                         –John 12:8 (NKJV)

               “So He called His disciples to Himself and said to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you that this poor widow has put in more than all those who have given to the treasury.'”
                         –Mark 12:43(NKJV)

               “For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that you through His poverty might become rich.”
                         –2 Corinthians 8:9 (NKJV)

Poverty is not a lack of money!  In my experience with life, with people, with students I have seen many times the statement by Jesus in John put to use.  It is very apparent in our society today.  Foolishness abounds, folly is rampant!  In my study of Psalm 119, two things that are apparent:  the seeking of knowledge and obedience.  
       I came across a very good piece of information written by a friend of mine, Anne Landry.  She does a good job of briefly explaining poverty.  

               1)  Academic poverty — you can’t learn if you can’t be disciplined.
               2)  Emotional poverty — you feel useless, unwanted, and you have unwarranted anger.
               3)  Mental poverty — you allow the mind to become lazy and unaware of its surroundings thereby giving way to inability to think, recall and to focus.
               4)  Social poverty — you become a complainer, an agitator causing the loss of respect and friendships.  You also begin to blame others for your difficulty.
               5)  Spiritual poverty — you forget to allow God to give you what you as a child need in your life at this time.  Believing God for what you need is not just for adults.  God loves you and wants what is best for you.  He wants you to have joy and peace.

Sometimes I just have to shake my head when I see the antics of those around.  Look at the stupidity of the nonsensical talk regarding gender.  Think of the time wasted in Congress over hearings regarding the finding of aliens.  Oh, and the money wasted; they call it pork-barrel spending.  
       Paul understood what wealth, true wealth was.  He wrote to the Philippians, “Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content:” (4:11).  Then again to Timothy, “Now godliness with contentment is great gain.” (1 Timothy 6:6, NKJV)  Rich, poor, in-between, contentment is what Paul learned.  If all you have is beans to eat, be content.  Contentment drives away the attitude of poverty.  Some, who have enough, think they need more–that is a type of poverty.
       The man who gains the whole world, but loses his soul is a poor, wretched man indeed (Matthew 16:26).  Jesus tells us, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (Matthew 6:21, NKJV)  Real treasure, as well as poverty begins with the heart.  What is wealth anyway?  Paul declares that because Jesus came to us in our poverty (spiritual) we became rich when we accepted Him.  
       Sometimes, no, many times, my patience is pushed to the edge by those of foolish minds, by the “poor” who walk among us.  When I look at the foolishness presented by the media, I want first to show anger, then to cry, then pity comes forth, but then I see the realization of the truth of God’s Word.  Our riches and wealth are in Christ Jesus.  In Him, I have all I need.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

People’s struggles and heartbreaks must be for some good end.”

                         –Zane Grey  (Captives of the Desert)

       “It is good for me that I have been afflicted, that I may learn Your statutes.”
                         –Psalm 119:71 (NKJV)
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               “We are assured and know that [God being a partner in their labor] all things work together and are [fitting into a plan] for good to and for those who love God and are called according to [His] design and purpose.”
                          –Romans 8:28(Amplified)

               “And we know that all that happens to us is working for our good if we love God and are fitting into his plans.”
                         –Romans 8:28(TLB)

Last week I wrote regarding the goodness of God; that He is good.  I want to continue in that vein this morning.  He is good!  I can’t get that out of my mind.  I am constantly saying to myself throughout the day and if I wake up at night that God is good.  He was good to me yesterday and also my yesteryears.  He is good to me today, and I know that He will be good to me tomorrow.
       I want to share some thoughts I found in reading Charles Bridges (1794-1869).  He was a very renowned minister in England and was one of the leaders of the Evangelical party in the Church of England.

               He is good–He is goodness.  Good in Himself–good in His essence–good in the highest degree.  All the names of God are comprehended in this one of Good.  All the acts of God are nothing else but the effluxes of His goodness distinguished by several names according to the object it is exercised about.  When He confers happiness without merit, it is grace.  When He bestows happiness against merit, it is mercy.  When He bears with provoking rebels, it is patience.  When He performs His promise, it is truth.  When He commiserates a distressed person, it is pity.  When He supplies an indigent person, it is bounty.  When He supports an innocent person, it is righteousness.  And when He pardons a penitent person, it is mercy.  All summed up in this one name–Goodness.  None so communicatively good as God.

       The Psalmist declares, “You are good, and do good; teach me Your statutes.” (Psalm 119:68, NKJV)  Because God is good to us we should seek to learn more of Him, of His nature, of His character, of His goodness.  Because He is good and we belong to Him, we should then seek to do good. (Matthew 5:16)  Truly, we cannot be good like the Lord, but through us people should see His goodness because we are good.
       It is because He is good that we receive His blessings.  It has nothing to do with our goodness.  He cares for us, He bestows His goodness.  When I think of His goodness I think of all the times He has cared for me; in the good and the bad, He was there and He cared and He was good.  The song by Charles Weigle comes to mind:

               “If my heart could tell a story
               If my life would sing a song
               If I have a testimony
               If I have anything at all

               No one ever cared for me like Jesus
               His faithful hand has held me all this way
               And when I’m old and grey
               And all my days are numbered on the earth
               Let it be known in you alone
               My joy was found
               Oh my joy, my joy.”

God is good–all the time.  And all the time–God is good!

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

An outlaw, Thurmon Cavendish, who went by the alias Tioga, was recognized by Mateo.  Miles placed him in cuffs since he was a wanted man and sent his partner, Foslin out from the office.  They all knew that Foslin would hot-foot it to his boss, Marshal Johnson.  It was only a matter of time before they received a visit from the marshal.  The problem is, what kind of a visit?  Let’s go back to those thrilling days of yesteryear and join Miles Forrest and his friends in Silverton, Colorado.
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       “Help me drag this cur outside and cuff him to the post.  I want to send a message to Johnson,” I said.  Charlie reached down to grab an ankle and I took hold of the other to drag him out.  Once he was secured I turned to Mateo.  “No one knows you’re here, so why don’t you move on over to the other side of the street; maybe down to the depot.”
       Mateo smiled as he looked around, but before he could go, Charlie grabbed him by the arm.  “Here, take this,” and thrust the rifle into his hands.
       Walking back into the office I looked at Courtney and Barnes.  “Now’s the time to leave if you’re gonna.”  Morgan Appleby had already declared that he was staying, not only to protect the name of Wells Fargo, but also his own.  He told the three lawmen that he wasn’t about to back down to Marshal Johnson despite the terrible beating he had received.
       “Morgan, I can’t stay!” exclaimed the frightened Dale Courtney.  “I, I hope you won’t hold it against me.”
       He started toward the door, stopped to look at Ron Barnes.  “You coming, Ron?”
       Barnes glanced over at Appleby.  “Reckon I’ll stay.  See you, Dale.”
       Morgan Appleby went to his desk, opened the drawer and pulled out an 1880 Smith and Wesson .38 revolver.  It was the first double action .38 center fire revolver produced by the company.  Setting it on his desk, he reached back in the drawer for a box of cartridges.  
       I walked over to him, with Barnes following me.  “First time I’ve ever seen one of those,” I told Morgan.  “Can you use it?”
       In reply I received a large, toothy grin.  
       “What will I use?” questioned Barnes.  “I don’t carry a gun.”
       Charlie and I glanced at each other, both with the same questions on our minds.  Charlie broke the silence.  “How do you survive in Silverton without some type of weapon?”
       “Uh, my room’s only four blocks away.  I come straight to work, and go straight home.  I seldom venture up town along Greene and never have I walked over to Blair Street.”
       My attention went back to Barnes.  “Do you know how to use a gun?” I inquired.
       “I know how to shoot,” he snapped back.  “I may not be a good shot, but I can shoot.”
       Taking two steps over to the table, I picked up Tioga’s gun.  It was a Colt .44, and when I looked to see if it was loaded, I saw four notches carved on the grip.  “Here,” I said, thrusting the gun at Barnes.  “Take this, and keep the gunbelt close to you for the additional shells.”
       “What do yuh think, Miles?” asked Charlie, as he stood by the entryway to the office.  “Will he come in force or just try to bully us?”
       “I don’t know how well he knows you Charlie, but I would think he’ll bark and bluster first, then try to take Tioga back,” I replied.
       Charlie looked back at me.  “You don’t think he’ll have the man shot like he did before?”
       “Could be,” I said solemnly, “but don’t reckon he will.  I think Tioga is too important to his organization.”
       “Meet him out on the boardwalk, or let him come in?” asked Charlie, trying to figure out some kind of strategy.
       I smiled, “Let’s make him come to us.  Plus we do have a measure of cover in here with the tables, desks, and counters.”
       Twenty minutes had gone by, Charlie hadn’t moved from his position at the doorway except to change the weight on his legs.  Another ten, then Charlie moved back into the office.  “Better say your prayers, the marshal is on his way with a slew of deputies…”