Echoes From the Campfire

The right path rarely is the easiest, and yet in the end it is worth the sweat and toil.”
                         –Chris Bennett  (Insurrection)

       “I have fought the good (worthy, honorable, and noble) fight, I have finished the race, I have kept (firmly held) the faith.”
                         –2 Timothy 4:7 (Amplified)
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Veterans’ Day — “All gave some, some gave all.”
       No, I am not going away from my traditional Veterans Day note, but I want you to think of something else–another type of veteran.  I’ve been reading the works of many of the earlier writers, saintly men who have gone on before.  Then there are the Reformers and the early Church fathers.  Add to that the men and women who I have had contact
either through being in their services or hearing their sermons.  There are those mentioned in Hebrews 11, men of faith.  Finally, there are those of you reading this.  These are all veterans of the battles against the enemy of their soul here on earth.  They fought the good fight, often receiving scars.  However hard the battle, they fought on and gained the victory.
       Below are the second and third verses of a hymn we sang last Sunday in church.  What a message!  It was written by John H. Yates in 1891 with music by Ira Sankey.  Ponder the words…

               His banner over us is love,
               Our sword the Word of God;
               We tread the road the saints above,
               With shouts of triumph trod.
               By faith they, like a whirl-wind’s breath,
               Swept on o’er ev’ry field;
               The faith by which they conquered death
               Is till our shining shield.

               On ev’ry hand the foe we find
               Drawn up in dread array;
               Let tents of ease be left behind,
               And onward to the fray;
               Salvation’s helmet on each head,
               With truth all girt about,
               The earth shall tremble ‘neath our tread,
               And echo with our shout.

                               Faith is the victory!
                               Faith is the victory!
                               O, glorious victory,
                               That overcomes the world.
–  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –
                         In Flanders Fields
                            (John McCrae)

   In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow
   Between the crosses, row on row,
         That mark our place; and in the sky
         The larks, still bravely singing, fly
   Scarce heard amid the guns below.

   We are the dead.  Short days ago
   We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
         Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
                         In Flanders fields.

   Take up our quarrel with the foe:
   To you from failing hands we throw
         The torch; be yours to hold it high.
         If ye break faith with us who die
   We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
                         In Flanders fields.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

People that don’t keep their promises have a hard time keepin’ their word about anything.”

                         –B.N. Rundell  (Journey to Jeopardy)

       “God is not a man, that He should lie, nor a son of man, that He should repent.  Has He said, and will He not do?  Or has He spoken, and will He not make it good?”
                         –Numbers 23:19(NKJV)
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When I was a principal and to a lesser degree a classroom teacher, I heard every excuse in the book.  When asking a student why they did such and such, they would come up with all kinds of reasons, none of them really the truth.  On some students, you get to know who, I would use an honor system.  They would promise never to do “it” again.  I would take them at their word, but I told them that if they broke our trust that I would come down even harder on them.

               “When you make a vow to God, do not delay to pay it; for He has no pleasure in fools.  Pay what you have vowed–better not to vow than to vow and not pay.  Do not let your mouth cause your flesh to sin, nor say before the messenger of God that it was an error.  Why should God be angry at your excuse and destroy the works of your hands?”
                            –Ecclesiastes 5:4-6 (NKJV)

       Make a commitment and keep it.  People have a tendency to make vows that are shallow and superficial.  “Lord, if you help me out of this, I’ll become…” and God knows that the person isn’t going to keep that vow.  But I wonder. . . isn’t that a form of bribery, a form of manipulation?  God doesn’t bargain with us, oh, it may seem that He does at times, but when he helps us out of trouble it is not because we have promised something; it is because He is our heavenly Father.  We must not attempt to bribe God with vows.  In other words, do not play games with God!
       How many times have you told God, “I’ll never do it again, I promise”?  Then two days later you are back on your knees praying the same prayer.  That does not negate the original vow.  Some hang their heads and let the situation destroy them and drive them into despair.  “I’m no good, I keeping breaking my promise.”  That does not do away with the original promise.  Get up and keep the vow.  Strive over and over if need be, but do it.  I see only two places in the Bible where a vow can be broken.  The father can negate a vow by a daughter, and the husband the wife.
       Don’t decide now, then deny later.  Don’t go to God with flimsy excuses–Ooops!  My mercy, I hear the cry over and over and it is a cop-out:  “I’m only human.”  Or often we say, “I made a mistake,” or “I didn’t realize what I was doing.”  At least those are honest attempts at the truth.  Don’t say, “the devil made me do it,” for Satan can only tempt, he cannot force you to do anything; it is by choice.
       God does not ignore or overlook our decisions–we are accountable.  Yes, for sure He will forgive if we truly repent, but a person with a repentant heart does not come before God with excuses.  We don’t say to him regarding the truth, “Cross my heart and hope to die.  Stick a needle in my eye.”  Is that sincerity, or trying to pull the wool over God’s eyes?
       This all goes back to understanding who God is.  There is so much talk of “relationship” that too often we forget that He is the Almighty God, the Creator of the universe.  Fear has left our ranks, but that is the first steps to gaining wisdom and knowing Him.  Don’t play foolish games with God.  Paul said, “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.” (1 Corinthians 13:11, NKJV)  There are too many people playing Peter Pan in their spiritual lives.  Listen!  A warrior doesn’t play games!  The battle rages, he is serious about life and eternity.  Walter Kaiser writes, “Men must learn that their first order of business is to fear God.”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

When we are fortunate enough to make a mistake and survive, learning from it is what we must do.”

                         –Lou Bradshaw  (Rubio:  the Man)

       “Learn to do good; seek justice, rebuke the oppressor; defend the fatherless, plead for the widow.”
                         –Isaiah 1:17 (NKJV)
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                    “And what more shall I say? For the time would fail me to tell of…Samson…who through faith subdued kingdoms, worked righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions.”
                                   –Hebrews 11:32-33 (NKJV)

       Samson, whose name means “sunny” or “bright” judged Israel for twenty years.  He was the only judge where it is said that the Lord blessed him (13:24).  I can only imagine what his young life was like.  What exploits did he do before we read about him wanting a wife from among the Philistines?  The people did not accept him as a deliverer, or was it because he could not rally the people to him?  Joseph Parker said that he was “an elephant in strength, a babe in weakness.”  No one could stand against him, yet he was helpless as a baby when it came to women.
       He was born into a time when Israel was in the process of losing its identity.  They were satisfied with not being bothered by the rules of the priests, and the priests were not doing their job by taking spiritual leadership.  One could easily make the cry:  “Where was the leadership in Israel?”
       From Judges 14:1-2, it is easy to see that he was easily infatuated.  “He saw…”  Hubba-hubba, that’s the girl for me.  He forgot or didn’t care that the people of Israel were forbidden to intermarry with the inhabitants of Canaan. (Deuteronomy 7:3-4).  He knew he was to be separate for every step he took his hair would remind him, but did he not care, or did he think he was above the commands of the Lord?  Gary Inrig writes about Samson, “He was a self-confessed spiritual anarchist, a man who had adopted the social values of his pagan contemporaries.”  In other words, he fit right in with the rest of Israel at the time.
       It was a shame that God’s people adopted that view.  “Leave me alone, we’re satisfied.  Don’t cause us any problems.”  My, my isn’t that similar to the situation we see today?  If a preacher gets up to preach the pure word of God they are criticized.  Compromise, have some love, don’t cause problems.  Standards have changed since the Bible was written.  Ha, maybe standards of society have changed, but God’s Word remains firm.
       Samson’s parents try to dissuade him from marrying the Philistine woman, but he wouldn’t listen.  Makes me think of how many people will not listen to the direction of God’s Word.  However, there is a perplexing verse (at least to me).  Verse 4 states, “But his mother and father did not know that it was of the LORD…”  Was God moving against His own words?  The rest of the verse indicates only that “He was seeking an occasion to move against the Philistines…”(NKJV)  Some way in Samson’s disobedience God was going to use it to bring judgment upon the Philistines.
       In the midst of Samson seeking a wife, sometime on the trip he was attacked by a lion.  “And the Spirit of the LORD came mightily upon him, and he tore the lion apart…” (14:6, NKJV).  We have to be careful about using analogies too freely, but I think of the verse from 1 Peter, “Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.” (5:8, NKJV)  I do not believe we have it in our means to rip the “lion” apart like Samson, but we do have the spiritual strength to stand against him.  He is ready to attack, just like the lion that attacked Samson, and just like Samson the Holy Spirit will come mightily upon us.
       One more thought about this portion of Samson’s life.  In this chapter he “went down” was mentioned five times.  From this point on we see the downward trend of Samson’s life.  A man used mightily by the Spirit, yet squandered his resources.  Wiersbe says that he “was a man of faith, but he certainly wasn’t a faithful man.”  What would have been his life had he learned the lesson of Paul who said, “But I discipline my body and bring it into subjection, lest, when I have preached to others, I myself should become disqualified.” (1 Corinthians 9:27, NKJV)

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

As I followed the anxious man into the Teller House, I saw two men standing at the counter with the desk clerk.  “Mister Barnes, here read this!  It’s for you!  The President ain’t a-comin’!” he yelled, rushing toward the men at the counter with his hand stretched out holding the telegram.
       “What?  That can’t be!” exclaimed the man who I took to be Barnes.  “Let me see that.”
       I stood just inside the doorway to watch the grimace on the face of Barnes as he read the telegram.  His face told it all.  Wadding up the telegram he clenched his fist.  “I’ll sue.  I cleared out the hotel for the President and his entourage.  Also cleared several rooms for the newspaper reporters.”
       The man standing next to Barnes reached to pick the crumpled paper from his hand.  He straightened it out the best he could and began to read.  “Trouble at the Denver Station — STOP — torn up rail in the canyon — STOP — travel not safe, President returning to Washington.”
       I walked up to the men standing there.  “Guess they’re mighty cautious since the assassination of Garfield.  Don’t blame them none, there’re many who think that the President is following too closely to Garfield’s policies.”
       The men all turned to look at me.  “And who might you be?” questioned Barnes.
       “I’m Deputy United States Marshal, Miles Forrest.  I was sent here to be somewhat undercover for the arrival of the President,” I informed them.  None of them offered a hand.  I sort of got the feeling that the two hotel men were a mite uppity.  At least the clerk gave somewhat of a smile, and the telegraph man nodded at me.  I didn’t want to feel badly toward the man, but sometimes it’s good to see arrogance reduced.  Humility is a mighty good thing at times.  
       Barnes completely ignored me, turning to the clerk with a snarl.  “Henderson, go get my lawyer!  I want to see if there’s grounds to sue the President.”  He then took the telegram from his partner’s hand and strode off toward a room that I took to be his office followed by the man.  
       “You goin’ back to your office?” I asked the telegraph clerk.  “I need to contact Marshal Blasco.”
       He nodded then took off with me following.  The streets were crowded and there were many onlookers gathered at the entrance to the hotel.  Word would get around fast, there would be some grumbling, but then people would go on with their lives and work.  The town was prosperous, and while the President would bring business, they would soon go back to normal, not thinking any more about it.  The miners cared little anyway; it was mostly the city elite and politicians that were appalled that they could not hobnob with the President. 
       I’m sure Blasco knew of the situation. I just needed to hear what he wanted me to do now.  It was a nice trip.  Molly hadn’t been away from Durango for some time and it was good to get away with her for a spell.  I told the operator that I would check back later to see if there was a reply, then decided to go up Main to Cecil’s for a cup of coffee.  There was nothing for me to do now.
       Walking up the street I was across from the Silver Slipper and saw the three men I tangled with earlier standing around.  When I passed them they started following me, staying across the street.  I didn’t want any more trouble with them, so I tried to ignore them as I continued on my way.  As I neared Cecil’s one crossed the street now walking behind me.  I reached down under my jacket to remove the leather loop from off the hammer of my pistol.  
       I had a feeling this was going to get ugly…