Echoes From the Campfire

She absolutely knew its gold’s driving power to change the souls of men.”

                         –Zane Grey  (The Border Legion)

       “Now listen to this, you who rob the poor and trample the needy!  I will never forget the wicked things you have done!”
                         –Amos 8:4,7 (NLT)
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There is a difference between leadership and power.  There are few leaders, though there are many in leadership positions.  And I will ask why–then give you the answer–power.  I don’t care how big the organization is, there is a quest for power in most of them.  To look around and you see very few leaders, but you see many hungry and grasping for power.  Reaction to adversity will show character, but give a man power and true character will be seen.  Look at the way Ecclesiastes puts it:

          “If you see a poor person being oppressed by the powerful and justice being miscarried throughout the land, don’t be surprised!  For every official is under orders from higher up, and matters of justice only get lost in red tape and bureaucracy.  Even the king milks the land for his own profit!”
                    –Ecclesiastes 5:8-9 (NLT)

       Oh, the powerful, the elite, in our country the politicians who claim they are working for the common and poor people are only in reality attempting to stay in power.  Machiavelli said it right–“the end justifies the means.”  Woe unto the person who practices that humanistic ideology.  The rich, the powerful, all they truly want is more power.  Don’t get in their way or they will attempt to crush you, slander you, destroy you one way or another.  Lies will spew from their mouths if someone is a threat to their power.
       Some want the power to gain wealth.  “More, I want more,” they cry.  Look at the astronomical salaries of pro sports and entertainers.  How can anyone come close to spending all that money, and yet they still cry for more?  The truth of the matter is that so many of them die having lived a wasted life with nothing left to show for their living.  I read something just last week about teammates laughing at Larry Bird for saving his money.  He would try to help them, warn them they needed to look beyond the glory days of youth.  He said in later years many of them would come begging to him for money.  It is beyond me how a person could spend millions of dollars and have nothing to show for it, but that is what Solomon says,

          “Those who love money will never have enough.  How absurd to think that wealth brings true happiness!  The more you have, the more people come to help you spend it.  So what is the advantage of wealth–except perhaps to watch it run through your fingers!”
                    –Ecclesiastes 5:10-11(NLT)

       The love of money will bring no satisfaction.  It is like power, the more you have the more you want and you go to sleep at night worrying if you’ll hang on to it and devising ways to get more.  If you love money or power you will never say “that is enough.”  Paul writes to Timothy, “For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil, for which some have strayed from the faith in their greediness, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.” (1 Timothy 6:10, NKJV)
       Frustration and fear abounds in the wealthy and powerful.  Look at them in the media, look at their countenance, see the fear and evil in their faces.   Someone has said, “More money, more people; more people, more worries; more worries, less sleep.”  These people live a harsh life, a worrisome life.  They walk around with an entourage of pleasers–boot-licking lackies we used to call them.  In reality they are parasites waiting, but I ask waiting for what?   Surely not for the person to lose their power for what would happen to them?  They would be cast aside.
       The best thing is to work hard.  Work is good for the soul, while the rich and powerful are close to losing theirs.  Work for the Lord, as Paul admonishes in Colossians.  Solomon concludes this little portion of Scripture with these words, “People who work hard sleep well, whether they eat little or much…” (Ecclesiastes 5:12, NLT)

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

The men standing before me and the one aft were not gunmen.  They were town bullies; men too lazy to do an honest day’s work.  Now, if things didn’t change rapidly they would inherit a piece of earth measuring about six feet.  I also realized that I was in a bit of a predicament.  The two men in front of me I could handle easily enough, but with one man behind me I reckoned I’d take a piece of lead.  I just prayed that it wouldn’t hit anything vital.
       “You men sure you want to go through with this?  Nothing good will come of it.  If you kill me you’ll hang that’s certain for I’m a Deputy United States Marshal,” I said with emphasis hoping that it might cause them to back down.  
       The larger man snarled, “You ain’t that good, you can’t get all three of us.  An’ even if’n you was Hickok himself you’d be dead.”
       I reached up and pulled on my moustache.  “Maybeso, but for sure you and the fellow next to you are goin’ to die.  I might catch a bullet, but I reckon they’ll be buryin’ all three of you in the Potter’s Field come tomorrow.”
       The smaller man in front of me started blinking his eyes, and I smiled at him.  “Maybe not such a good idea it is?  You goin’ to let this mongrel send you to your death?”  He was scared, so I started to formulate a plan in my mind.  Not a very good plan, mind you, but it was all I had under the circumstances.
       “Either draw or get out of my way, I’m wantin’ a cup of coffee down at Cecil’s, in fact, you let me pass on by I’ll treat you all to a cup and a piece of pie.”
       I wasn’t ready for what happened next.  The scum of a man behind me hollered, “Gun ‘im, Lard!”  That started it.
       Throwing myself up against the wall I drew and fired at the man behind me, since he was the one who hollered.  I figured he might have already pulled his gun.  Our pistols rang out at the same time.  Thing is, he wasn’t expecting me to move the way I did and he missed, but I heard a grunt in front of me.  My first bullet hit him in the thigh, I fired too quick so I shot again, this time my bullet finding its way to smash his breastbone.  
       There was not a moment to lose.  I turned and went to my knees firing at the men in front of me.  I didn’t pay attention that the smaller of them was stooped over some.  I shot twice hitting the big man in the chest then fired my final shot into the smaller man who was holding his stomach, my bullet joining the one that was already there.  He had been shot by his partner.
       I wasn’t too worried that they would be able to lift their guns so I walked over to the two men.  The big man was on his back, eyes open wide.  The other man was on his knees, his eyes glassing over and when I approached he fell forward on his face.
       Kneeling down by the big man he was slowly shaking his head.  “I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it.”
       “You have a name?” I asked.  “I hate to bury a man not knowing his name.”  
       There was no answer so I straightened up pulling cartridges from my gunbelt to reload the pistol.  “Hold it right there and put your hands in the air,” came a voice from behind me.
       I didn’t think these miscreants could have a friend in the crowd that was now gathering.  “Take your gun and hold it by the barrel and pass it back to me.”
       I did what was ordered, I figured it was the local law.  “Now turn slowly around and put out your hands,” he ordered.
       It didn’t seem fitting for me to do so.  I left them in the air then slowly lowered them.  Seeing his badge I said, “Easy marshal.”  I moved my right hand to open my jacket showing him my badge.
       “You still shot those men, badge or no badge!” he flared up at me.
       “Seemed like the thing to do as they were ’bout to do me in.”
       He looked down at the three dead men.  Then from the crowd several individuals walked up to him.  “We all saw it.  This man was in a real pickle,” said an older man.  “He did what he had to do.”
       Reluctantly he handed my gun back to me.  “Tell me what happened, then I want a full report.”
       “Marshal, I was headin’ to get some coffee.  Why don’t you come with me and I tell you all about it.
       An hour later and several cups of coffee downed, Marshal Bill Turner was satisfied.  “You don’t know their names?” he inquired.
       “I asked, and all I know was that the big man was called ‘Lard.’  Terrible thing to put on a tombstone.”
       Another half hour and I was back up at the boarding house where I found Molly sitting on the porch with Ma Jones.  “Your day go all right?” she asked me.  “I heard some shooting, and Ma assured me that it happened all the time.
       I pulled on my moustache and smiled…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

There’s nothin’ like a trail to show character in a body.”

                      –Louis L’Amour  (Under the Sweetwater Rim)

       “I have restrained my feet from every evil way, that I may keep Your word.”
                      –Psalm 119:101 (NKJV)
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One thing we know about David is that he was sincere.  When we read the rest of Psalm 86, I think of those who mouth the words, but their heart is just not in them.  The words are fine, but the commitment is lacking.  We see the person who sincerely wants grace bestowed and is willing to accept the responsibility that goes along with it.

          11 — Teach me Your way, O LORD; I will walk in Your truth; unite my heart to fear Your name.
          12 — I will praise You, O Lord my God, with all my heart, and I will glorify Your name forevermore.
          13 — For great is Your mercy toward me, and You have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol.
          14 — O God, the proud have risen against me, and a mob of violent men have sought my life, and have not set You before them.
          15 — But You, O Lord, are a God full of compassion, and gracious, longsuffering and abundant in mercy and truth.
          16 — Oh, turn to me, and have mercy on me!  Give Your strength to Your servant, and save the son of Your maidservant.
          17 — Show me a sign for good, that those who hate me may see it and be ashamed, because You, LORD, have helped me and comforted me.  (NKJV)

       Here we see David calling upon God because He knows somewhat of God’s great character.  Three times he mentions God’s mercy.  When we get in trouble and run to the Lord we cry for His mercy upon us.  When we come with an expectant and true heart God will show compassion.  He is patient with our lives and how we handle circumstances, and then is abundant in mercy.  I have always thought that David was an Old Testament character with a New Testament understanding.  When David looks at the Lord’s mercy it brings him out from the abyss in which he had been wallowing.
       Part of our problem lies in our attitudes.  David was still in the same situation as before, what has changed?  Attitude.  Before he was in the pit of despair, now he has confidence in the Lord.  Same problem–different attitude.  He has come to an understanding that God is there with him.  He realizes that He needs God’s strength to get through the situation.  In this, he wants people to know that it was the Lord who helped him and delivered him.  It was not through his might, nor that of his mighty men.  It was not through personal mental prowess or physical strength, but it was the strength of the Lord and His mercy.
       Back to the first thoughts, David was truly wanting the Lord to teach him.  In my many years as an educator most students learn or attempt at it for the sake of a grade or to avoid the wrath of their parents.  However, there are those few that brighten the heart of a teacher–those who want to learn for the sake of learning.  Verse 11 is powerful.  “Teach me Your way”… “I will walk in Your truth…”  David does not say, teach me, but let me do things my way, but he is committed to learn from the Lord and then act upon what he has been taught.

               “Teach me thy way, O Lord, teach me thy way!
               Thy guiding grace afford–teach me thy way!
               Help me to walk aright, more by faith, less by sight;
               Lead me with heavenly light, teach me thy way!”
                         –B. Mansell Ramsey

 

Coffee Percs

He returned to the campfire and poured himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Out in the field and not so close to town, he’d have used the same grounds over and over till the coffee was weak as water. But he had money saved up and he liked his coffee.” 

                         –Mel Odom  (Shooter’s Crossing)
 
       Ahhh, the coffee is oh so good this morning.  A cold front moved in, and I’m enjoying it, the coffee and looking at the woods through the window where I do some of my writing.
Sometimes a person just needs to relax and forget about the foolishness of the world.   There are bright spots, and strong believers, but so much of it is on the downward spiral.  Pard, I know we can’t totally forget about what’s goin’ on out there, but we can only do so much.  We vote, pray, make sure our family is following God’s plan and direction.  That’s why it’s good to sit and enjoy the small blessin’s He’s given us once in a while.
       Beto’s gone!  That’s good news, but nation-wide there’s not a whole lot to be jumpin’ up and down for.  Not sure about the House yet, not sure about the Senate yet–but there is a sigh of relief here in Texas.
       The more I read the Bible, the more I see that downward spiral; it continues downward unless there is a major revival and repentance.  God said He would not destroy Sodom if there were ten righteous in it.  There wasn’t.  What happened to the righteous people?  They became one of the statistics–no longer having an identity.  Pard, go ‘head and drink yur coffee, while I continue.  The church is so concerned with tolerance they have forgotten about sin.  It is so careful ’bout offendin’ someone, that there is milque-toast preachin’ comin’ from the pulpit.
       Yuh know somethin?  That coffee is good!  Enjoy it–I won’t water it down like some folks do.  And I won’t water down the truth like some preachers do, and the livin’ of some pseudo-Christians.  Judgment will come.  I don’t know if it will be nationally or regionally, but we can’t expect the blessin’s of God when a lesbian is elected governor and a trans-gender to a state legislature.  God’s moral law will not be mocked.
       The key to the days ahead is to be watchful, guard the truth, and be ready for the Lord’s return.  Be that strong example to others–like my coffee, don’t let anyone water down yur testimony.  Yur a livin’ example of what the Lord expects us to be here on this earth.  Live the godly life, and check yur cinch.
        Vaya con Dios.