Echoes From the Campfire

The presentment of evil had grown upon him, and he twisted around in the saddle, sweeping the desolate vast level with cold, alert, puzzled eyes.”

                         –Charles A. Seltzer  (Drag Harlan)

       “Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own sight!”
                         –Isaiah 5:21 (NKJV)
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Are we on the threshold of judgment and destruction?  There is a bill in the Senate, already passed by the House, stating that same-sex marriage is legal and binding.  Our government is playing with fire (perhaps literally) when it tries to deconstruct God’s institution of marriage to replace it with the agenda of a certain group in society.  The government is setting themselves up as God, saying that their way is better than His.
       
               “For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who suppress the truth in unrighteousness…  Professing to be wise, they became fools…  Therefore God also gave them up to uncleanness, in the lusts of their heart, to dishonor their bodies among themselves…  For this reason God gave them up to vile passions…  And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a debased mind, to do those things which are not fitting.”
                              –Romans 1:18, 22, 24, 26, 28 (NKJV)

       Enlightened individuals, men of intellect and knowledge, but they want to be autonomous and do right in their own eyes despising the word of God and His moral code.  These are the people of the “woke” crowd.  They have their agenda and they will push, lie, scream, holler, bring havoc and chaos to have their own selfish way.    God gave them over to a “debased mind.”  The King James uses the term “reprobate.”
       Strong defines reprobate as “unapproved that is rejected; by implication worthless (literally or morally).  Thayer puts it this way, “that which does not prove itself such as it ought.”  Vine says that it is a “mind of which God cannot approve and must be rejected by Him.  The same word for “debased” or “reprobate” is used in 2 Timothy 3:8, “…men of corrupt minds…”; these are men whose moral sense is perverted and whose minds are beclouded with their own speculations (Vine).
       Dave Roever wrote, “Stand by, America.  Judgment is not coming.  It has already begun!  Sinful, ignorant and perverted mankind who cannot define a woman, who ‘same-sex’ marry yet adopt ideas from pro-creative opposite sex unions, whose verbiage is reduced to four-letter words, whose arrogant lifestyle is defined in alphabetical letters because it’s too shameful to say in actual words, is reminiscent of the flea on a leaf floating down the mighty Mississippi River demanding, ‘Open up the drawbridge; I’m coming through!'”
       In these times of political pressure of media, lies and slander, do not forget that the true child of God does not falter.  We are not to waver in the truth of our faith; remember, you cannot have divided loyalty.  Society is pushing for the acceptance of the “abnormal as normal.” (Roever)  This is the time for all true believers to stand firm in the faith, and remember when judgment comes that God is with you.  And it will come when the pseudo plans of man are in direct opposition to the word of God.
       God will not compromise His standards, and therefore, we cannot either.  Notice again that word “reprobate.”  It is a mind that cannot be accepted by God in any way, shape, or form.  God will not be mocked.  Only for so long will He allow iniquity to continue.  Be sure you are standing on the Lord’s side when the judgment does come.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Hard work…was not something to be feared.”
                    –Elmer Kelton  (Llano River)

       “Dear friends, you always followed my instructions when I was with you. And now that I am away, it is even more important. Work hard to show the results of your salvation, obeying God with deep reverence and fear.”

                    –Philippians 2:12(NLT)
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       “Life is living!” said the Rev. G.R. Kelly, my pastor as a youth.  Living, but how?  It’s our choice how we live.  We can live down in the mully-grubs, or we can have a victorious life in Christ.  The choice is ours and that includes during the tough times.
       Many years ago I did a brief study on work.  People seem to grumble and complain about their work more than anything, but if it is taken away or they are fired they grumble even more.  Or that used to be the case until the progressive democrats (socialists) came on the scene.  They want something for nothing, but that’s not the way it is to be.  This study came about from another study I was in the process of doing on the Fruit of the Spirit.  One characteristic of the Fruit is Joy.  We usually get joy confused with happiness though there can be a combination of the two at times.  However, the purest form of natural joy is joy in work–a job well done.  Of course the purest form of real joy is found in Jesus Christ.

               “Nothing is better for a man than that he should eat and drink, and that his soul should enjoy good in his labor.  This also, I saw, was from the hand of God.”
                              –Ecclesiastes 2:24 (NKJV)

The New Living Translation says, nothing is better than “to find satisfaction in his work.”  Listen friend, life is work.  It is important, first of all to find the job where the Lord wants you, then second to enjoy your work.  Yes, yes, there will be “those days,” when your work is not satisfying and you may have a boss or coworker that grates on your nerves, but never forget who you are really working for.  This lesson was brought home to me in 1974 when I was in the Air Force and stationed at the Air Force Academy.  Out in the field one day I distinctly heard a voice–“Who are you working for?  The Air Force, your boss, or Me?”  It was a lesson I never forgot.
       We must always remember that the blessings and possessions and goods of life are a gift from God.  Life, therefore, is a gift from God and we must look to Him to work out His purpose in us.  In saying that, I will go further, our career, our job is a gift from God, make the best out of it for His glory.  To despise the gifts, whether blessings or a job, is to despise the Giver.
       But man wants to go his own way.  I want this, I want that.  This is the job I want, but by Friday you’re tired of it already.  Oh, give me the weekend where I can party-hardy and come Monday I’m wasted and cannot go to the job that I was entrusted with.  Eating, drinking, and working–all activities in life–can bring satisfaction only if one has a personal relationship with God.  Only He enables us to find enjoyment in life.  

                    “Isn’t it strange that the more you run after life, panting after every pleasure, the less you will find, but the more you take life as a gift from God’s hand, responding in thankful gratitude for the delight of the moment, the more life seems to come to you?”
                                –Ray C. Stedman

       Live in faith, even in your work.  God gives wisdom, knowledge, joy, and peace to those who in faith please Him.  We must understand that we are stewards and that the Master has placed us in certain positions, jobs if you will, to first glorify Him, then to learn the lessons of life.  Enjoy the little things in life, but always in Christ.  Enjoy your position in life for it is where God has placed you, then continue to prepare yourself for an opportunity.  It is God alone–not things, not wisdom, not wealth–is the giver of satisfaction and joy.
       Charles Colson said, “Life isn’t a book.  Life isn’t logical, or sensible, or orderly.  Life is a mess most of the time.  And theology must be lived in the midst of that mess.”  Wherever we are, whatever we do we are to “glorify God and enjoy Him forever!”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

I love to see some of the gnarled old trees; cedars and bristle-cone pines are favorites of mine, for so often they live where it doesn’t seem possible to live. They grow right out of rocks, gnarled and twisted and old . . . but strong, stronger than anything but time, and they are part of time.”

                         –Louis L’Amour  (Under the Sweetwater Rim)

       “He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper.”
                         –Psalm 1:3 (NKJV)
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The story of two trees…
       The first tree was in a lush environment surrounded by varied forms of shrubs, trees, and grasses, all fine to look at and admire.  However, to walk in this wondrous garden that was teeming with beauty, eyes would constantly go to the trees in the middle of the garden.  Of all the trees there was one that invited closer examination.  The foliage of this tree was full and of vibrant green.  It may have had beautiful and fragrant blooms similar to a magnolia tree, but it also carried the most delicious and tantalizing fruit.
       The fruit of one tree, the one called the tree of knowledge of good and evil, seemed to not only offer a delectable flavor, but it seemed that there was something there that offered something to the soul as well.  The longer and more often a person looked, the more it seemed to draw them, until one day–that fateful day when Adam and Eve ate of the forbidden fruit.  God has said, “And the LORD God commanded the man, saying, ‘Of every tree of the garden you may freely eat; but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die.” (Genesis 2:16-17, NKJV)  Man ate–the earth was cursed as was man.  Part of the curse was death.  To look upon this tree there seemed to be the promise of a tasty fruit, but to eat of it brought the curse of death.
       The second tree is quite different.  Whereas the first tree ended with a curse, the second tree begins with one.  “Cursed is everyone who hangs on a tree” (Galatians 3:23, Deuteronomy 21:22-23).  A body could not be left overnight if a tree was used as an instrument of execution.  This leads to us looking at the second tree more closely.  The environment in which it was found was a rugged, rocky area.  This tree was rough and therefore full of splinters.  It was not a pleasant sight to look at.  It was a means of torture and ultimately death.  “And He, bearing His cross, went out to a place called the Place of the Skull, which is called in Hebrew, Golgotha” (John 19:17, NKJV).  
       This second tree was unseemly.  It was rough and it represented death.  It did not look luscious like the tree in the Garden, but to look at this tree–this cross–would bring terror and cause the soul to shudder at its viciousness.  This tree, and instrument of death, was meant to take lives, but instead when the Son of God was crucified it removed the curse of the first tree.  Amazing, isn’t it?  Luscious equaled death–death meant the curse was removed and now eternal life could be offered to all men.
       Which tree do you find yourself longing for?  Which tree gathers your attention?  Which tree do you gaze at?  One offered life but brought death.  The other upon which Jesus was crucified offered death but brought life.

                    “Oh, that old rugged cross so despised by the world,
                    Has a wondrous attraction for me;
                    For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above,
                    To bear it to dark Calvary.

                    In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
                    A wondrous beauty I see;
                    For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
                    To pardon and sanctify me.”
                                   –George Bennard

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

We were headed to Knaught’s place of business when I spied the spire of a little white church around the corner and down the block.  Most ministers, if they’re worth their salt, know the happenings in a town of this size.  As we walked toward the church I asked Elfego if he knew where the pastor lived.
       For that I received a puzzled look.  “Pastor, preacher, do you know where he lives?” I asked rather curtly.  “Elfego, you do go to church?”
       “Si, maybe, once in a while.  The padre, when he sees me he bemoans my fate because I do not often attend,” came a rather sheepish reply.
       “Where are your parents?  Don’t they make you go?” I kept questioning as we neared the steps that led up to the front door.  
       As I put one boot on the steps, he hesitated to go up with me.  “What’s wrong?  Is there something about this preacher you don’t like?”
       He seemed a bit squeamish, something I hadn’t seen in him before.  He would shrug one shoulder, then the other then got a sour look on his face.  “What is it?” I asked firmly.
       “This man, this preacher, makes me uncomfortable.  I’ve only seen him a few times, but he makes me, how can I put it, itch inside,” he replied.  “I’ll wait for you here.”
       I put my hand behind his shoulder and sort of pushed him forward a bit.  “We’re in this together, and I want you to hear what he says.  Maybe he can shed some light on what is going on.”  The door was unlocked so we entered.  I looked around for a room that might be used for an office.  Entering the sanctuary, I hollered, “Hello, I’d like to talk to the Preacher.  Hello!”
       To the back, off to the left of the pulpit area a door opened and I could see the light behind it.  A man emerged, rather tall, but thin, dressed in a suit, but without a jacket.  He waved at us to come to him.
       “Hello, Sir,” he said with genuine sincerity as if he was really happy to see us.  “Ah, I recognize you,” he said to Elfego, reaching out his hand to him first.  “I’ve seen you all around town.  You’re Francisco Baca’s son.”
       I could tell that Elfego was surprised.  “You know my father?”
       “Not well, but we have spoken a few times,” the preacher replied, then turned to shake my hand.  “And you, Sir.  Who do I have the honor of meeting?”
       He firmly gripped my hand as I responded.  “Deputy U.S. Marshal Miles Forrest, and I just wanted to ask you a few questions if I may intrude on your time.”
       “Reverend Claude Sinclair, and yes, yes come into my office if you want, or we can sit here,” he said by introduction.  He looked me over then back to Elfego, and I saw him smile.  We chose to sit on the front pew of the church.  Elfego made sure to sit on the other side of me away from the preacher.
       “You know Elfego?” I asked out of curiosity.
       He continued to smile.  “Yes, they were living up in Kansas, Topeka I believe when his mother died,” he stopped to look at Elfego.  “What was it, Elfego, two, three years ago?  His father is the sheriff over in Belen and Elfego spends much of his time here in Socorro doing odd jobs.”
       I glanced over at Elfego before asking the preacher any more questions.  He didn’t look at me, just stared straight ahead, looking at the cross that was on the wall.  “Reverend, what can you tell me about a ring that is pestering, and sometimes beating merchants in town?  I’ve been sent to search for a man named Grady Stinson, but no one seems to have heard of him or they are keeping it very quiet.”
       “He does not know?” the preacher inquired.  “If he doesn’t know, I don’t think I can add anything to it.  Elfego here is quite the investigator, and to answer your question I haven’t heard of a Grady Stinson.  However, there is a group who strong-arms the merchants into paying them a, what I call, an extortion fee.”
       I nodded at him to go on.  “A Mr. Anton Knaught has put up an insurance company in which he required all the merchants in town to be part of.  So far he hasn’t bothered the church, but they must pay a fee to protect their property.  If for some reason they refuse or don’t pay, they find within a few days that there is some kind of destruction to their place of business.  Mr. Knaught is sure to remind them that if they would have paid, their damages would have been covered by his policy.”
       The preacher was to my liking.  He reminded me of our minister back in Durango, Dale Chapman.  We talked a little longer, but his information was all I needed.  Normally, this would have been a job for the town marshal, but from what I had gathered and what Rev. Sinclair had added, there was indeed extortion going on and that the marshal was heavily involved with it.  However, with New Mexico still being a territory I had considerable jurisdiction.
       Elfego had been very quiet, and he only nodded when the pastor told him goodbye and prayed that the Lord would bless him.  Outside, on the steps, he looked back at the now closed church.  “Miles, do you know why there is not the figure of a man on the crucifix in that church?”