Echoes From the Campfire

When you’re in charge, never let anything stop you…not an animal, not a machine and not a man. Show the feather and they’ll eat you alive.”
                         –Elmer Kelton  (The Man Who Rode Midnight)

       “Now in Joppa there was a disciple whose name was Tabitha, which in Greek is Dorcas. She was devoted to good works and acts of charity.”

                         –Acts 9:36 (RSV)
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Dull means lacking of interest, lacking brightness, or to make less intense.  It means lacking sharpness or brilliance.  Yesterday I wrote of “dull knife, dull boy.”  There is a real danger in becoming dull.  We know that iron sharpens iron, but used in the wrong way or when a blade has been used in battle, iron dulls iron.  It has to be used in the right way to sharpen and once it becomes dull the knife must again be given a sharp edge.
       A good friend of my family served four tours in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam War.  Three of them in Vietnam and one in Thailand.  He was a member of the Special Forces, but on his third tour in Vietnam he was sent out on patrol with nominal soldiers.  They were there because they had been drafted; there was no real driving force in their lives–none, but the force of survival and in that they took a lackadaisical attitude.  Fear often gripped them or they thought it “can’t happen to me.”  My friend became frustrated and disgusted with the style of his comrades.  When on patrol and given a break the pseudo-soldiers would relax, maybe smoke, or try to catch a few winks of sleep while my friend would hone his knife keeping the blade razor-sharp.  He would wipe down his weapon making sure that in a firefight it wouldn’t jam.  He would check over his equipment so he was ready if the enemy should attack.
       Far too many Christians are like those nominal soldiers.  They have been trained to a certain degree, they have been given the proper equipment; it was up to them to keep it up to the proper standard.  They have heard about the enemy, however, the problem, which was a major cause of casualties was–complacency.  They didn’t like where they were so they complained and had a bad attitude.  They were lax and uncaring about their bearing, their equipment, and in general life.  They didn’t want to die, but they did not keep the proper alertness.  My friend, on the other hand, lived his training.  He learned through his training and through experience.  He wasn’t ignorant of the snares, traps, obstacles, and devices of the enemy (2 Corinthians 2:11).  He wasn’t going to be taken advantage of, he was ready for action.
       “We are called to ‘learn to devote’ ourselves to goodness.  Our actions shouldn’t just be the result of an emotional surge or come about only when we feel like it.  Instead, we are to endeavor on a daily basis to do the kingdom work that God has planned for each one of us, and do it intentionally and habitually.  And we are to look at those further on in their faith who live this kind of life and seek to learn from them.” (Alistair Begg)  How true are those words–live your training, learn from it and your experiences, plus the experiences of others.  Do not be ignorant as you walk through the jungles of this life for the devil has placed snares and traps along the way and he is lurking in the density of the vines.
       Interestingly, my friend, through three tours, survived the ordeals and fire of war.  It was on his fourth tour, in Thailand, that he became a casualty.  He was in his hooch and the gas stove blew up severely burning him.  That is another lesson–no matter how prepared we are, no matter how alert we are, no matter how sharp we keep our knives, there can be the unexpected thrown our way.  Though badly burned, he survived and the most important thing is that he continued to serve.  The incident did not distract him from his duty, but made him more diligent in fulfilling it.
       Be ready–until the day of our Lord.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Dull boy, dull knife.”
                 –Elmer Kelton  (Llano River)
 
       “Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going.”
                 –Ecclesiastes 9:10(NKJV)
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It was nice sitting around the campfire for a couple of days–wish it had been more, but two days out of four are better than none.  I was able to do a little contemplation along with some pondering.  Some wishing was done, but I’m old enough to know that wishing doesn’t make it so.  I had given Garrett a fishing knife for Christmas, but he brought a Cub Scout knife that had belonged to his Dad.  He wanted to do some whittling.
       With that said, I had to buy Julee a knife so that she could whittle as well.  The two could sit there whittling together, but I didn’t realize that Annie was going to join them.  I gave her my knife to use.  There was a large difference in the three knives.  One you could shave with, the other right off the store shelf was sharp, but needed some additional honing.  The third needed work.  Well, there’s few things more dangerous than a dull knife so I sharpened the other two.  I always carry a hone with me when I’m out camping, even if it is more of “glamping.”
       While watching them my thoughts went to the above quotation.  My isn’t that true!  My daughter and I were talking this week over coffee when she said that she was disturbed over the fact that the younger generations want everything done for them.  I had to smile and agree with her.  I will admit that there are exceptions but looking at the whole load of twinkies, creampuffs, and snowflakes we have been raising there is a problem.  Perhaps they were never shown how to use a knife or sharpen one.
       In the nearly four decades of teaching and administration I found that a person could tell quite a bit about what goes on at home by watching the child at school.  They might hide it for a while but eventually what happens at home comes out someway or another at school.  Crude and profane language at home–crude and profane language at school and I will add, especially among friends.  Parents griping at home about the preacher, the teacher, the school, the church, and any other thing…guess what?  It will show up in the children.  The wife whines, the father curses (if there is one) and then little Billy-Bob will do the same with his friends.
       Kids, and by that I mean under 35, today bounce around from job to job.  They never were taught properly how to “sharpen their knife.”  Kids expect a handout from the government. They never read the Bible where it says to pay back your debts, in fact, not to go into debt–they’ve never sharpened their knife.  Kids get frustrated with the country, the politicians, the government because they have not been taught to deal with things in the right way–they still wear diapers, drink from a bottle (lattes with a straw??? come on), and expect handouts–they’ve never been taught to sharpen their knives.
       We have gone from the greatest generation to those who are perplexed with society, disillusioned with the government, and think life is just a bowl of cherries with the pits removed.  They are fortunate, however, when biting down on a cherry they come across a pit and almost break a tooth.  Then they whine about it.  They are not ready if there would be a shaking to happen to their little world of cinos and schones.  Solomon must have had a few snowflakes around him when he wrote that a fool gives off a foul odor (see Ecclesiates 10:1-4).
       We are told to put on the whole armor of God, to wield our swords and use them properly–that means keeping the sword of the Spirit sharp.  We are to walk warily, yet confident.  We are to be content, trusting solely in the Lord.  We are not to be dull, but to be energized in the Spirit.  We are to be ready for the situation that might come up against us.  In other words, don’t be a dull Christian -sharpen yourself!

 

Echoes From the Campfire

He knew man couldn’t keep evil away by himself. There was too much of it, and too many men and women willing to cooperate with it.”

                         –Henry McLaughlin  (Journey to Riverbend)

       “Seek good and not evil, that you may live; so the LORD God of hosts will be with you, as you have spoken.”
                         –Amos 5:14 (NKJV)
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                                                    “Evil people and impostors will become worse, deceiving and being deceived.  But as for you, continue in what you
                                             have learned and firmly believed. You know those who taught you,  and you know that from childhood you have known
                                             the sacred Scriptures, which are able to give you wisdom for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus.”
                                                                –2 Timothy 3:13-15 (HCSB)

       I have plenty of thoughts floating through my mind–the problem is to get them to settle down so I can make some semblance of them.  So for today I want you to think seriously on the above Scriptures.  As we near the return of the Lord, Paul reminds us that evil people and imposters will become worse.  They were bad in the day of Paul, through the early formative years of the Church and on into the Reformation.  Temptation and trials have always been here; there have always been deceivers doing the work of the devil, but now, now they are becoming worse.  Below is something I read from “The Daily Article” by Dr. Jim Denison.
       California Governor Gavin Newsom signed a bill that can be explained thusly:  “A child can cross state lines to obtain ‘gender-affirming health care or gender-affirming mental health care’ and obtain immediate protection from efforts from parents to bring their children home.”  There are many implications in the law.  First, it affirms transgendering as moral and culturally acceptable.  Second, it is implied that children do not belong to the parents, but to the state.  Remember, this was one of Hillary Clinton’s views.  Third, it dismantles the family as the foundational social unit.  And one more that is clear, it blocks the parents’ right to stop the children once they reach California and that includes receiving any information regarding the treatment.  As my Grandma used to say–“Lord, help us through the jungles!”
       There is a major push to destroy the family.  There is a major push for culture to completely accept, not only the gay and transgender lifestyles, but also other forms of depravity.  “Evil people and imposters will become worse…”
       There will be imposters and deceivers in the church as well.  There are those who teach a false doctrine that appears to be truth but indeed is heresy for it perverts the truth.  Christians would heed the example of the Bereans to study the Scriptures adhering to all that they here in the form of Christianity.  Here are a few examples from Barna:

               –23% of those ages 18-35 say that loneliness and isolation are their major issues with only 33% saying that they believe someone cares,
               –82% of this age group state that there is “no good leadership.”
               –33% state that the Holy Spirit is only a symbol of God’s power (no wonder they say there is no good leadership).
               –30% believe that good works are a way to get to heaven.
               –61% don’t know what tithing means or are unfamiliar with the term.
               –39% of Evangelical pastors believe that there is no absolute moral truth.

“Evil people and imposters will become worse…”
       Therefore, it is imperative that we guard and hold to the truth.  It is vital that we teach our children, those that the state and the devil desire, the truth–the absolute truth–of God’s Word.  There is a way of righteousness and truth and we are to walk in it.  We must not allow ourselves or our family to stray from the truth, to walk away on their own road that will only lead to perdition.  Hold fast the Word of God.  Be steadfast and unmovable in the faith.  Study God’s Word and make it a practice to live by it for “Evil people and imposters will become worse…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Denver had certainly changed since Elias and I had first come here.  Growing, my mercy, and some say it’s progress, but I have to wonder.  We arrived a couple of days early so Molly could take in the town and do some shopping.  It had been over a decade since she had last been in Denver.
       I didn’t go immediately to see Marshal Blasco, but took time with Molly to wander the town, walk down Larimer and Market streets.  We even took a carriage ride up around Capitol Hill.  I shook my head upon seeing the many mansions, and Molly uttered that the money could have gone to better use.  A person doesn’t need such a gaudy structure to have a home.  Nobody seems to be satisfied.  
       The second night in Denver we ate supper with Marshal Blasco and Dave Cook, both of whom were now widowers.  They really enjoyed the company, well, I should say they enjoyed the company of Molly.  Dave had been out of law enforcement for a little over a year, and when I looked at Jens he seemed haggard.  His jowls sagged, one eye-lid quivered, and he had put on weight.  It was his physical weight along with the weight of the job that was taking a toll on him.
       “Miles, have you ever thought of becoming marshal?” asked Jens at supper.
       Both Dave and I looked at Jens at the same time.  Molly sat and stared, listening to the conversation. 
       “You think of quitting?” cut in Cook.  “You’re not that old.”
       “Not old–just worn out.  The work has changed.  Now not only do you have to find the scum of the earth that roam this state, you have to fight the lawyers and politicians who are supposed to be helping you.  Bah, they work only for their own aggrandizement.”
       I didn’t reply, just glanced over at Molly.  We were seeing the same things beginning to happen way out in Durango.  Not to the extent that they would be occurring in the state’s capital, but enough to be an aggravation.
       “Lawyers!  Sorry I brought up the term.  Makes my steak go sour in my stomach,” Jens muttered, then took a sip of water.  “What about you Dave.  Why are you sitting on your hind-side doing nothing?”
       Cook just smiled.  His eyes looked distant as if he was remembering the days of old.  He reached over to pat Blasco on the shoulder.  “I’m working on something,” he said with a smile.  “But I fully understand where you’re coming from.”
       Jens turned his attention to me.  “I don’t want to talk business at the table, especially with your delightful wife present.  Not that I mind her hearing, but I don’t want to bore her.  However, I assume you plan to leave tomorrow for Central City.  I want you there a couple of days prior to the arrival of the President.  You need to reacquaint yourself with the city; it has changed drastically since you worked there.  I’ll be up with the President’s entourage.”
       “We board the train in the morning,” I paused to look at Blasco.  “You did get us a reservation at the hotel?”
       A smile appeared on his face.  “Sorry, I couldn’t book you at the Teller House.  It’s all taken by the President and his staff.”  I started to interrupt, when he raised his hand.  “Don’t be fretting Marshal Forrest.  I booked you at Ma Jones’ boarding house.  Food’s better there anyhow.”
       He gave me directions to the boarding house and we parted company with the marshal’s service picking up the tab.  I wondered as I followed Blasco and Cook out of the establishment if the likes of these men would ever be seen again.  Men of their type are always needed, but has time begun to pass them by not caring about justice?
       The next morning Molly and I boarded the train for Central City.  Right after we sat down, we took each other’s hands and prayed that the Lord would be with us.  Neither of us had ever met a president before, and we might not actually meet him this time, but we would at least see him.  On the way to Central City, I told Molly of the strike, and just imagined how much gold and silver had come down from that site.  It was called the “richest square mile on earth.”  I told her what I knew of Elias and the Chinese in the City and some of what he had done as a lawdog there.  Of course, with her background she knew some of the history of the place, but this was a new and exciting trip for her.
       We talked most of the way.  I pointed out landmarks and other sites that I could remember.  The ride was similar to that from Durango to Silverton, just a little longer.  We stepped off the train to the platform…