Echoes From the Campfire

The trail we choose, will greatly determine who we will become on the journey.”

                         –Dan Arnold  (Bear Creek)

       “Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it.  Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.”
                         –Matthew 7:13-14(NKJV)
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A good friend of mine developed a study called, “The Journey.”  It speaks primarily of the Christian’s journey through life, but we all must realize that everyone, from the day they are born are in this journey called life.  As a baby enters this world, they have no concept of the journey at hand, and even through their primary and teen years they still are not cognizant of the journey, at least to its full extent.  The real shame is that so many grown ups, adults only by age, do not realize that this short life is a journey.
       There are some on this journey that refuse to see God’s wonderful offer of salvation.  It is there for them, the price was paid, the sacrifice was given.  They have only to reach out, repent, and accept the wondrous salvation provided by the Lord.  Instead, the have chose to mock Him, scorn Him, and some to the point of playing the fool and saying that God does not exist.  There are those who have turned the truth into a lie and are on the road to perdition.  Many want to disavow God, and seek other avenues even to the point of giving their lives over to the devil.  This journey is one that leads not only to death–the end of the journey–but also to the second death.
       The vast majority of people are on the merry-go-round of life.  The world turns, it twirls and they don’t know what to do.  Life is chaos for some; they live in confusion.  Others try and fail, try and fail, and stay on that endless cycle.  Others try many things thinking that they may finally get off the whirling of life.  Others seek the thrills, they want the tornado, until it brings destruction to them or their loved ones.  They are the simple, not caring about others.  Some are afraid of life, they are afraid of tomorrow, they are afraid even of their shadow.  Many cry, “stop the world I want to get off,” but that’s not the way it happens.  This life is to be lived, not shunned.
       However, there are some who find the gateway to living life with the Lord.  The gate is narrow (Matthew 7:13), the road may be rough and rugged, but it is the way to victory.  It will lead one to the heavenly shore and life eternal.  My Aunt Bern used to sing a song first recorded in 1927 by David Miller, but is actually older than that, most think around the time of the Civil War.

               “You’ve got to walk that lonesome valley,
               You’ve got to walk it by your self;
               There’s nobody else can walk it for you,
               You’ve gotta go there by yourself.”

It is true that each of use, even if we are traveling the same road, must walk our own walk.  The road may be the same, but the experiences different.  On this road of life that leads to heaven, we may have aid at times.  That is one reason the fellowship of the saints is so important.  A brother or a sister in the Lord, may smile or whisper words of encouragement to you.  They, at times, may even help you carry your load, but it is only for a while.  Some have the good fortune to have a spouse aid them alone the way.  But in the final analysis this walk–the journey–is yours and yours alone.  
       Now, don’t fret.  Even though you face life alone, for it is up to you to accept or reject the Lord, the Holy Spirit is there to guide us.  He is the Paracletos–the Advocate, the Helper, the Comforter, the Counselor.  In other words, He is the one to whom you can turn to for help along the journey.  Don’t think that for a moment you travel completely alone.  Be sure to read the Bible for it is your guide along the way.   In the light of eternity, troubles and trials are only for a moment.  Learn to think in light of eternity and press onward and upward.

               “I’m pressing on the upward way,
               New heights I’m gaining ev’ry day;
               Still praying as I’m onward bound,
               “Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.'”
                         –Johnson Oatman, Jr.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Hope makes life.”
               –James Oliver Curwood (The Valley of Silent Men)

       “For every child of God defeats this evil world, and we achieve this victory through our faith.”

               –1 John 5:4 (NLT)
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Woe is me, I just got a hang-nail, oh, woe, woe–whimper, whimper.  What happens when there is a real dilemma, when there is real danger?  Where is the faith that you once talked about?  Don’t you trust God?  Now, that is a little far-fetched, but maybe again, not so much.  We fear and lose faith over simple things.  When trouble arises, how do you handle it?  With whining and crying or with stubborn faith?
       Years ago I had a very good teacher under my supervision.  She was a teacher of first-graders and she was constantly telling the kids how great God was.  How that God would take care of them in every circumstance of life.  That God was always there for them, to just trust Him.  A tragedy came into her life and she completely fell apart.  She was weeping and crying in the classroom, so much so that the kids were afraid and crying with her.  So much for her testimony of faith!  I had to send her home until she could gain control over her emotions.  One incident destroyed a year of example.  George Morrison said, “We help people by what we do.  Perhaps we help them more by what we are.”  The teacher was good at helping her kids, until the storm came, then it seemed she lost her faith.  
       Who are you then?  What do you do when there is that dark hour, when things are the darkest and the storm is seeming ready to wreck your life?  Look at the situation that Paul found himself in.  The storm was raging and was so bad that the captain of the vessel ordered everything to be thrown overboard.  For three days, it raged and it looked as if everyone aboard would die in the storm.  Then Paul spoke up–“Therefore, take heart, men, for I believe God…” (Acts 27:25, NKJV).  The King James renders it, “Be of good cheer…”  What?  When everything is falling apart, I am to be joyful?  What?  I’m about to die and you are telling me that everything will be alright?  Yes!  And guess what?  The attitude and assurance of Paul changed the thinking of the sailors.  “Faith radiates the atmosphere of hope.”  (Morrison)  The presence of strong faith affects others even in the midst of peril.
       Be strong in the turmoil, be strong through the pestilence.  Be strong when it seems that everything around you is tumbling.  Live out your faith in the storms, through the battles.  Be strong when others cry in terror and weep in despair.  Look at this verse again from the Amplified, “So keep up your courage, men, for I believe God and have complete confidence in Him…”  
       Not only that, smile in the midst of the storm.  It has been said that the smile of Dwight D. Eisenhower was infectious.  In the midst of battle, in the midst of decision, Ike would smile, and that smile flowed through the room lightening the mood and giving hope to his comrades.  There is a story of an ocean-liner caught in the fury of a tremendous storm.  Men were panic-stricken, women screamed–and then, the captain smiled.  He radiated the faith behind that smile for he knew that the ship could weather the storm and thus brought good cheer to everyone on board. (Morrison)  
       James tells us to, “count it all joy when you fall into various trials.”  In other words, when the storms come, and they will, be brave and radiant when things are the darkest.  It will have an impact.  It will strengthen those around you and give them hope.  You want to be of help to others, then smile through the storm.  “A strong faith is the secret of all helpfulness.” (Morrison)  It is your faith and how it is presented that brings the victory that overcomes the world.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

The gunsmoke was still in the air after the attempt of Lige Donor to free his brother, Clem, from jail.  Young Lucas had been shot, and was perhaps dead.  Lige was dead, killed by the hands of his brother.  Now, let’s go back to those thrilling days of yesteryear to see what Miles will do after all this calamity.
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       Clem Donor was sitting on the floor holding the head of his dead brother in his lap.  He was weeping not only due to the fact that his brother was dead, but that it was Clem that forced the action.  They were fighting over the pistol when it when off sending a bullet under the chin and through the head of Lige Donor.
       “Marshal,” cried Clem, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.  I told Lige to leave, but the boy had already been shot.”  Clem sobered up for a minute from his emotional state staring straight into my eyes.  “Was the boy dead?”
       “I don’t know.  Sheriff Gold picked up the body so fast and was out of here before I had time to check.”
       Donor began to weep again.  “It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  It was just to be a simple holdup, take some money and go south toward Santa Fe,” he paused to wipe the slobber off his mouth and chin.  “None of us had ever kilt no one before, not me, not Fred, not Lige.  Why, did it happen this way?”
       “Clem, when a person turns towards evil ways, there’s no tellin’ what may happen.  A lie becomes a landslide, a holdup becomes a murder.  Why, because of evil,” I paused to look him in the eye.  “If you had not tried to rob the diner, your brother would still be alive.”
       He dropped his head continuing to weep.  “I need to get you back into your cell,” I said and started to reach underneath his arm to hoist him up.
       “Marshal, could I stay with Lige until they take him away?” he pleaded.  “I won’t try anything.”
       I didn’t reckon it would do any harm, Parker would be here in a few minutes.  It was then I heard the shuffling outside the jail.  Folks were trying to peer inside.  All I felt was disgust as I went to the door and slammed it in their faces.  I even hoped that perhaps a couple of them snoopers got their noses smashed up some.
       It must have been ten minutes before Parker arrived.  He had to push people away, many were gawking through the windows trying to see a dead man, lying in his blood on the floor.  I gave a wry smile, as the undertaker of death arrived at the same time as the giver of hope in Rev. Chapman.
       Parker had two men with him carrying a stretcher and he quickly had them take the body of Lige Donor out of the office.  I pulled the parson to the side while Parker did his work.  He pronounced the body dead, then the men left.  I didn’t move as Clem slowly pulled himself to his feet and went back to his cell dragging his feet.  He shut the door then went over to the cot and slumped down on it.
       I could see the concern in the Parson’s eyes, so I briefly told him what happened.  He grabbed my arm with his hand.  “The man is distraught, Parson,” I said quietly.
       “No wonder,” came his soft reply.  “May I go speak with him?”
       Nodding I told him he could go in the cell with Donor.  I’d stay in the office until things settled down.  I didn’t hear what the preacher was saying.  He was holding onto the hand of Donor, and after a short while, he began to pray with the man.  I turned to look out the window, thinking I should give them some privacy.  I knew for a fact that only the Lord could help the poor man.
       Ten, maybe fifteen minutes later, I saw Alejo, Mateo’s oldest son running toward the jail.  By this time the crowd outside had dispersed, and he came on through the door.  “Senor, Marshal, come quickly.  Lucas…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

I chose not to quit, not to let bad luck beat me.”

                    –Ty Murray

       “I call heaven and earth as witness today against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live.”
                    –Deuteronomy 30:19 (NKJV)
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I smile when I read someone who agrees with me.  Really when it comes to the writings of Paul, Peter, James, and the others, I should be more humble.  It is good, however, when my mind and spirit is united with the writers of the Bible.  That is the Holy Spirit working.  Contemplate the words of Steven Lawson before we look at the first portion of Psalm 92.  “Worship is a lifestyle, a continual experience of magnifying the glory of God.  This adoration should be carried out through a Christian’s actions, thoughts, and words.  Wherever we are, that place should be transformed into a palace for praise.  Whatever we are doing, that activity should be a platform for worship.  Ceaseless praise, all day every day, should be a living reality to every believer.”

          1 — It is good to give thanks to the LORD, and to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;
          2 — To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning, and Your faithfulness every night,
          3 — On an instrument of ten strings, on the lute, and on the harp, with harmonious sound.
          4 — For You, LORD, have made me glad through Your work; I will triumph in the works of Your hands.
          5 — O LORD, how great are Your works!  Your thoughts are very deep.
          6 — A senseless man does not know, nor does a fool understand this.
          7 — When the wicked spring up like grass, and when all the workers of iniquity flourish, it is that they may be destroyed forever.
          8 — But You, LORD, are on high forevermore.  (NKJV)

       It is hard for you to deal with life?  Do the problems of the day aggravate you, whether they be at work, at home, or at school?  Perhaps more time is needed for the Lord.  Perhaps more of our lives should be dedicated to Him.  Hmm, perhaps we need to realize that everything we do should be unto Him.  George O. Wood asks the following, “When was the last time you woke up in the morning with good thoughts of God’s love and bedded down at night thinking of His faithfulness?  Have you lately sung for joy at the works of God’s hands?  Have you paused to celebrate the sky, birds, flowers, forest, sea, grass, the butterfly as expressions of the Lord’s artistry, power, and love of beauty; or gladdened yourself by praising Jesus for what He has done for you?”  Go back and read Psalm 92:1-5.
       Friend–it is good to give thanks to the Lord!  It is reasonable and right.  Just think of His faithfulness, in the small things as well as in the great things.  He is devoted to His children.  Let me give a simple, little illustration that happened to me on Friday.  The family went to Washington-on-the-Brazos and Kimberly purchased some earrings made from cow horn.  Annie put them on and she noticed when we got home that somewhere one was lost.  We looked through both vehicles and couldn’t find it.  I went out the next morning, praying to the Lord for Him to show me where it was.  It was drizzling rain, and I drove into the parking lot, got out of the truck, looked to my right and there it was.  See He cares for the little things in our lives.  Verse 4, in the NLT is translated, “You thrill me, LORD, with all you have done for me!”
       Ah, but then there is the senseless man–one who is dull or stupid, a brute beast (Ps 73:22).  This man does not know the ways of the Lord nor does he care to know them.  They are fools–they are wicked.  They just don’t “get it”.  That’s one reason there is so much hatred, evil, and perverseness today; people do not care to understand the ways of the Lord.  They are fools to reject such a great salvation that is provided through Jesus Christ.  These, “because of the ignorance that is in them because of the blindness of their heart” (Ephesians 4:18, NKJV) are fools, they are senseless.  They may spring up around you “like weeds” (NLT) but they are soon to be destroyed.
       Having trouble?  Burst into song.  I do it ever so often, despite my “wondrous” tonal quality.  Come, let’s be like Martin Luther when he said, “Come, let us sing a psalm and drive away the Devil.”  A song of praise to the Lord will do more than drive the devil away; it will change your mood, change your attitude.  Oh, the problem may still be there, the storm might continue to raise, but the perspective in facing it has changed.  Cultivate a spirit of praise and thanksgiving and open your eyes to the thrills of a life with God (Petersen).

               “O Jesus my Savior, with Thee I am blest,
               My life and salvation, my joy and my rest;
               Thy name be my theme, and Thy love be my song;
               Thy grace shall inspire both my heart and my song.”
                           –unknown