Echoes From the Campfire

Let the anger fill you and overpower your fear, but don’t let it overwhelm your common sense.”

                         –C.J. Petit  (Marsh’s Valley)

       “Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge?”
                         –Job 38:2 (NASB)
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               “How much more do I need to say? It would take too long to recount the stories of the faith of … Samson….  By faith these people overthrew kingdoms, ruled with justice, and received what God had promised them.”
                           –Hebrews 11:32-33 (NLT)

Let’s take some time this morning to look again at Samson.  First, we must look at the times in which he lived and the circumstances of his birth.  We already know that Israel had become complacent and was satisfied to be subservient to the Philistines, especially the tribe of Dan.  They were beginning to lose their identity.
       Samson’ mother was barren, at that time considered a curse, and of old age, then one day “the angel of the Lord” appeared to her.  Whenever “the angel” is mentioned most theologians believe it was the preincarnate Christ; it is different from “an angel”.  So God comes down from heaven to meet especially with the wife of Manoah and give her the news that she will give birth to a son.  It is interesting that we do not know the name of this woman, she is just Manoah’s wife.  Think back to Abraham and Sarah.   Sarah was of old age when the three men appeared before Abraham, one had to have been the preincarnate Christ.  He told them what was to take place, that Sarah in her old age was to have a child.
       Manoah asked the “angel” to give them instructions on how to raise the child.  He did not give an answer; it was not needed for instructions had already been given.  There is a good lesson for us.  Often when we pray we seem to not have prayers answered, but it is because God has already answered us through His Word.  The only additional instructions was that Samson was to be a Nazarite from his birth.  In fact, his mother was instructed that she should follow the same instructions while she was pregnant.  This was strongly emphasized, “let her observe all that I commanded.” (Judges 13:14, NASB)
       Samson was to be a Nazarite from birth.  Most, when taking the vow, do so for only a period of time; it was for a set period of time determined by the person who made the vow–but Samson was to be different.  Numbers, chapter 6 tells us the basis of the Nazarite vow.  Gary Inrig gives us a simplified view:
               1.  It was voluntary–an act of personal commitment, motivated by love and faith.
               2.  It was purposeful–it was for separation.  The purpose of the vow was for a man to cut himself off from other things so that he could devote himself in a special act of consecration to the Lord.
               3.  The Nazarite vow was symbolic.  a) They were to abstain from the fruit of the vine and strong drink.  These things were signs of luxurious living, with the vow they were to live a simple life.  b) They were  not to cut their hair.  This was a public sign of the vow.  c) He was to avoid contact with a corpse.  This was the sign of the preeminence of God in his life.  Contact with death made a person unfit for the tabernacle; by avoiding the dead a person maintained his eligibility for public worship and constant fellowship with God.
       When you read Numbers 6, one term stands out–“separation.”  The vow indicated separation!  So much could be said about that in regard to our life before the Lord, but space and time do not permit today.
       I want to touch on one other point.  Manoah asked the “angel” what His name was. (Judge 13:17)  “But the angel of the LORD said to him, ‘Why do you ask my name, seeing it is wonderful?'” (vs 19)  This term “wonderful” means “incomprehensible.”  It brings to mind Isaiah 9:6, “…And His name will be called Wonderful…” (NASB)  Also Revelation 19:12, “…He has a name written on Him which no one knows except Himself.” (NASB)
       Such is the background of this man Samson.  A man to be a deliverer and a judge.  A man called to be separate and called out from among the people.  A man who would act on behalf of the Lord.  Samson a man of unusual birth, and he will be a man of an unusual life.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Let’s go back once more to those thrilling days of yesteryear.  Miles Forrest is with Molly in the Colorado mining town of Central City awaiting the arrival of President Chester A. Arthur.
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       “Molly I hate to leave you alone and I don’t want you wanderin’ this place all by your lonesome.  Would you mind staying at the boardin’ house while I meander through town?  I need to do some snoopin’ before the President’s entourage arrives tomorrow.”
       She smirked at me, “Only on one condition.”  I pulled slightly back wondering what she was going to say.  “That you’ll take me shopping either here or in Denver before we head for home.”
       I smiled, replying, “I can surely do that.” 
       That brightened her face, but then it quickly turned sullen.  “What’s wrong?  I thought that would make you happy.”
       Heaving a deep sigh, “It’s not that Miles, but but you always get into trouble.  Take those three men, they could have killed you.”
       I tried to shrug off her remark.  “Molly, it would take more than three like that to put me down.”  
       She stared at me for long seconds.  “Just the same, you be careful!”
       We were both puffing when we finally made it up the hill to Ma Jones’ boarding house.  She happened to be sitting on the porch watching us with a grin.  “That’s quite a walk, but turn around and look.  From here you can see most of the city.  I enjoy sitting out here early in the morning to watch it wake up.  Though it really don’t sleep much.  Those saloons and other dives stay open most of the night with the miners coming and going.  The shifts at the larger mines get over around midnight so those men head straight to those hideous places.  Wish we could get a law passed outlawing those types of places.”
       Molly was nodding at her.  “For sure it would help the homes.”
       I gave her a peck on the cheek, then headed on down the stairs toward the town below.  I heard Ma Jones telling Molly to follow her inside and she would make them some tea.
       Ma Jones was right about one thing–evil begets evil.  Drunkenness can lead to poverty and abuse in the home.  It can also lead to crime.  A drunk man walking the dark street is prey for other forms of evil lurking in the shadows of the alleyways.  Most of the time it is just a knock on the head and the person’s pockets are pilfered, but many times its a knife in the back and a throat slashed.  Gold is bright and shiny, but it causes man to do dark and evil deeds.
       I went back to the Silver Slipper to just stand around and listen to the gossip.  I didn’t care much for those places, especially the more seedy ones.  They smelled of beer, liquor, urine, and vomit.  For the life of me, I don’t understand what gets into a man who wants to mess up his mind and perhaps his life with that devil’s brew.
       I spent the next several hours going from one place to another.  I could gather that there was some excitement from the better citizens of the town over the President coming.  Most of the common workers didn’t care one way or another.  In fact, contrary to the truth of the matter, the President was a good target for their misfortunes.  It was not their poor choices in life, but the President caused their condition.
      Always an excuse.  I had heard most of them from the many years of bringing criminals to justice.  “Not my fault,” I had heard that over and over.  Who pulled the trigger, Willy Winkle?  Guess they will always make excuses.  Pull them out of the gutter, throw them in a cell to dry out for the night, but what of the money they spent that should have gone to their wife for food?
       I happened to be standing in front of the stage station when I noticed a man, who looked like a clerk, running toward the Teller House holding a piece of paper.  He rushed through the doors.  I thought it best that I follow what seemed to be something urgent.  As I entered I heard…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

We do not own the land. We hold it in trust for tomorrow. We take our living for it, but we must leave it rich for your son and for his sons and for all of those who shall follow.”

                         –Louis L’Amour  (Hondo)

       “O LORD, You are the portion of my inheritance and my cup; You maintain my lot.  The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; yes, I have a good inheritance.”
                         –Psalm 16:5-6 (NKJV)
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The second part of Psalm 85 speaks directly to what we need today.  Remember, this is a Psalm of revival–the return of the heart of the individual to the Lord and the return of the nations to God’s holy principles.
       Starting with verse 8, we see what will happen if there is a revival:  God will speak peace.  It makes me wonder how many times God has spoken peace to my life or to our nation.  Peace is “more than a cessation of conflict or trouble.  It represents fulfillment, wellness and contentment, the absence of lack.” (George O. Wood)  Ah, sweet relief, but watch out!  There is a warning:  “let them not turn back to their folly,” or “their foolish ways.”  This is recalling what happened to them when the Lord sent them into bondage under Babylon.  They were living independent of God which is sin.

            8 — I will hear what God the LORD will speak, for He will speak peace to His people and to His saints; but let them not turn back to folly.
            9 — Surely His salvation is near to those who fear Him, that glory may dwell in our land.
          10 — Mercy and truth have met together; righteousness and peace have kissed.
          11 — Truth shall spring out of the earth, and righteousness shall look down from heaven.
          12 — Yes, the LORD will give what is good; and our land will yield its increase.
          13 — Righteousness will go before Him, and shall make His footsteps our pathway  (NKJV)

       If there is a true revival the people will rejoice in the Lord, they will revere His name, no longer would it be sullied.  Mercy, truth, righteousness, and peace will work together in harmony.  George Wood puts it this way, “True love never exists without faithfulness, and true peace never comes without inward integrity.  You cannot say you love someone who you have abandoned, and your peace is plastic if you violated God’s will to get it.”  Not only will it bring health to the soul of the individual, the land itself will produce a great harvest.  
       There must be a call for righteousness if there be true revival.  “Wherever God’s presence is manifested in the restoration of His people, righteousness will be clearly seen in the lives of God’s people.” (Max Anders)  When Nehemiah went back to build the walls, Ezra found the Word of God buried.  True revival ignites the buried Word, take time to read of the revival in Ezra.
       One more thought.  Look at the beginning of verse 8, “I will hear…” (NKJV)  “I listen carefully…” (NLT)  “I will listen…” (NIV)  It is time for each of us to “listen/hear.”  Jesus said he who has an ear to listen.  Listening is a very important communication skill.  Of all the communication skills, listening should be the predominant, and yet have you ever taken a course in listening?  We are to “listen” and by doing so it becomes ingrained in our hearts and will lead to fruition in our lives.  Listening and doing go together.

                    “O praise ye the Lord!
                    Praise Him upon the earth,
                    In tuneful accord, ye sons of new birth;
                    Praise Him who hath brought you
                    His grace from above;
                    Praise Him who hath taught you
                    To sing of His love.”
                          –Henry W. Baker

 

Coffee Percs

He picked up the coffeepot, sloshed the coffee around, and drank from the side of the pot, then he put the pot down and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.”

                         –Louis L’Amour  (Down the Long Hills)
 
Pard, let me rattle yur ears some while I bring the pot over to the table.  I just heard last weekend from the sweet gal that posts my articles on my website that number 2000 was posted.  Whoopee, that’s a lot of words.  Say Pard, yuh ever been to my site?  Give it a try sometime.
       Ahhh, the taste of good coffee.  Pard, all of those words are for a purpose.  I pray that they help someone along the road to heaven.  Maybe encourage someone, or help them gain strength, perhaps even someone might come to know the Lord.  My books, yuh know, whatever I make goes right back into the Kingdom.  That’s why I write, to be of aid to the Kingdom of God.
       Elections are happening, that final day is coming closer and already the rats are a-scurryin’ around.  Shame we need politicians.  Most of them don’t try to help the country or fulfill the obligations of their job, they’re just rats livin’ off the refuse of the common folk, chewin’ and bringin’ disease.  My hat’s off to those honest folk, and prayers are with them.  Pard, if’n yuh read the Prophets yu’ll see that God has plenty of judgment for those in leadership who are there for selfish gain.  Go ahead, read them and yu’ll see.  Woe to those who use their position to lord over others wrongfully and do not abide by God’s moral code.
       My land, that pot went fast.  I’m only on my third cup–yuh must have been guzzlin’ why I was explainin’.  Well, that’s all right, there’s plenty of work to be did today.  Say, yur ready for the devil’s night on Monday aren’t yuh?  Wish we could just throw that “holiday” in the trash can.  We need to be on guard, protect the younguns from all that evil as much as we can.
       Be seein’ yuh, Pard.  Oh, aren’t yuh glad I have cups for yuh to drink from?  It’s been along time since I’ve had to drink from the pot or a pan that’s been on the fire.  But one does what he has to.  Be wary on yur travels this week.  Give yur hoss a breather now and then, but always check yur cinch before mountin’ back up.
        Vaya con Dios.