Echoes From the Campfire

You can’t run away from the hurts of life.”

                    –Kenneth S. Pratt  (Willow Falls)

       “…LORD, it is nothing for You to help, whether with many or with those who have no power; help us, O LORD our God, for we rest on You, and in Your name we go against this multitude.  O LORD, You are our God; do not let man prevail against You!”
                    –2 Chronicles 14:11 (NKJV)
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               “There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
               He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked style;
               He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
              And they all lived together in a little crooked house.”
                      –Mother Goose

Perhaps you remember that poem from your youth.  I remember one morning, after getting up I went and looked in the mirror.  I was startled by what I saw (don’t you get smart now) as my body was all crooked.  I was a mite concerned.  Seems like overnight I had become crooked.  I found out later it was my muscles reacting to the ruptured disc.
       Solomon wrote, “What is crooked cannot be made straight, and what is lacking cannot be numbered.”  (Ecclesiastes 1:15, NKJV)  This world is in a mess.  There are so many who are walking crooked paths.  Oh, they entered in at the broad highway with all its lights and glamour.  The road was well-paved, no potholes, but somewhere along the way it started to curve and now was crooked.  Even for the Christian life is not always easy, the path may be crooked that we must traverse.  Things of the past can never truly be righted.  Warren Wiersbe says, “God cannot change the past, but He can change the way the past affects us.”
       You want to know the answers, go to God, but don’t be surprised if He doesn’t tell you.  He might, but again, He might not, look at Job.  God never told him why he was to suffer.  There are no explanations for some of the things that happen and God is not obligated to explain them, that is why we live by faith.  God wants His people to live by His promises, not explanations, by faith and not by sight.  Sometimes the more we know the less we understand.  “All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance” (T.S. Eliot) and there is much truth in that statement.  Someone has said if a man who had everything, investigated everything visible, then the one thing needed must be invisible.
       Man wants answers, even demands them, but is often left either to make up one himself thus putting himself in the place of God or he goes to God.  Remember, going to God does not mean we will get an answer.  There is nothing new under the sun, therefore our hope must be above it.  We don’t have the answers, we can see the problems solved, we don’t have the ability to understand, so our obligation is to trust in God and walk by faith.  
       
               “We should find in it a confirmation of our most intimate convictions, and incentives to act upon them.  But if we do not hold our wisdom, our mirth, our labor, our wealth as the gifts and ordinances of God for our good, if we permit them to usurp His seat and become as gods to us, then indeed this Book will be sad enough for us, but no wit sadder than our lives.”
                                –Samuel Cox

       Who do you trust?  Who do you turn to?  When the soul is discouraged, when the night is dark, where do you run?  When you do not understand is the time to really grasp ahold of God’s hand.  He will guide us through the unknown, through the crooked paths, through the mysteries of life.  The way behind may be crooked and there is nothing you can do about it, and the way ahead may be lost in the fog, but there is the hand of God reaching down for ours.  Take it–hold to it–trust Him.

 

Echoes From the Campfire

It’s up to the individual to do the best he or she can with what’s available.”
                    –Mel Odom  (Matamoros Bull)

       “‘Cursed is the cheat who promises to give a fine ram from his flock but then sacrifices a defective one to the Lord.  For I am a great king,’ says the LORD Almighty, ‘and my name is feared among the nations!'”
                    –Malachi 1:14 (NLT)
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Perhaps it is time for this to happen–the doors of the church should be nailed shut.  What?!!  I’m just reading a New Testament version of Malachi 1:10.

               “I wish one of you would shut the temple doors, so you would no longer kindle a useless fire on My altar!  I am not pleased with you,” says the LORD of Hosts, “and I will accept no offering from your hands.”
                         –Malachi 1:10(HCSB)

The priests were teaching and accepting second-rate worship.  The people began a ho-hum type of worship, or a false worship doing only what they felt like, there was no whole-hearted worship among the people.  
       First of all, the people were allowed to bring less than their best to the altar for sacrifice.  Blemished, crippled, maimed lambs were acceptable.  My isn’t that seen in our churches today?  Come as you are, don’t worry you’re only meeting and sacrificing to the King of Kings.  It doesn’t matter how you do it.  This goes along with the concept that only the music is worship when in fact, the whole service should be seen as worship.  Sure the singing, but also the preaching, the fellowship, and even the offering.  There is much truth to what Warren Wiersbe says, “Our offering to God are an indication of what’s in our hearts.”  And let me interpret offerings of being more than money, but also our presence. time, and attention.

               “Worship, properly conducted, is an expression of lives in the knowledge of God in relationship with God.  Worship is ordered into particular forms so that this
knowledge of God may be given full and rich expression in the lives of the people.”
                         –Peter C. Craigie

               “You do not honor the Lord by second-rate worship!  You do not honor the Lord by fitting Him into your schedule.  And you do not honor the Lord by confessing
to live sacrificially before Him when in fact there is no sacrifice whatsoever.”
                         –D. Stuart Briscoe

Wow, the words of God to the prophet Malachi should be read and taken to heart in this hour in which we live.  Do we really worship in spirit and in truth?  Do we present our bodies as a living sacrifice and let me add, are they blemished?  If so, then go back to the cross and get them washed by the blood of the Lamb.  The Lord says try and offer an unworthy sacrifice or give an unworthy gift to the governor and see what will happen (Malachi 1:8)
       Not only were these people offering sacrifices that we contemptible and the prophet says that because of that they were holding the worship of Almighty God in contempt.  A contemptible offering shows that they think the whole thing of worshiping God is contemptible.  These people were weary in their worship, they didn’t even want to come to the place of worship, much less get involved in true worship.
       Maybe even worse, the audacity of the people was apparent.  They actually believed that they deserved God’s blessing and expected it when they held the worship of God in contempt or apathy.  Excuses were made, rationalization was made.  They believed that the Lord accepts them just as they are.  Now that is true in the sense of salvation, but once saved we are to work out our salvation, we are to grow in grace.  We no longer come to Him as strangers, but now as children, and therefore we owe our Father due respect.  Matthew Henry wrote, “Corrupt practices are the fruit of corrupt principles; and he who is false to his God, will not be true to his fellow mortals.”  
       God expects our best–in fact, part of true worship is giving our best in everything we do as unto the Lord (Colossians 3:17, 23).  We are not to be satisfied with “good enough.”  Our worship, in whatever form, should never be just “good enough.”  It should be to the best of our ability.  “A God who encourages us to do less than our best is a God who isn’t worthy of worship” (Warren W. Wiersbe).  So examine your worship.  Look at your temple (your are the temple of the Holy Spirit) and do some cleaning if needed.  Truly one of the best ways to worship is with our lives.  How we deal with difficulties, problems, obstacles show our relationship with the Lord.  Is it one of defeat, bitterness, or hatred, or one of praise to the Lord who is able to keep us?

The Saga of Miles Forrest

We’ve got these Regulators broken up.  Most of them have scattered from Lincoln County but are hiding out somewhere in New Mexico.  I want them found,” trumpeted the normally cool Felix Wilcox.
       I had gotten off the train and went immediately to see Marshal Wilcox.  Blasco told me that he needed my help, but I didn’t know why.  I know that he had a large territory to control with New Mexico and Arizona and outlaws tended to drift to these territories.  I also knew of the Lincoln County War and since New Mexico was still a territory, that the marshal’s office was involved.
       “There’s a new sheriff in Lincoln County, Pat Garret by name, and he is doing a good job of cleaning up the place.  He told me that the state of this territory has attracted the lawless element to it from the other states around it.  These people feel safe as long as all our attention is upon Lincoln County and Billy Bonney,” continued Wilcox.  “I asked that Jens send you down to help on the fringe areas.”
        I listened with interest.  I had heard of Billy the Kid and knew of some of the issues behind the Lincoln County War.  It normally would have been a state matter, but since New Mexico was still a territory the U.S. Marshal’s office became involved.  The main problem being is that Wilcox only had a dozen deputies under him and some of them were in Arizona.  Upon hearing his story I was surprised that I hadn’t been summoned earlier since I was a “deputy at-large.”
       Wilcox was a short, stocky man.  No fat on him by any means, but he gave that appearance.  He was built more like a brick, was clean-shaven except for the finger moustache that he sported.  He had dark hair that he kept well-groomed and slicked down.  Walking over to a map, he started to point at it.  “Most of the Kid’s gang have left him or been killed.  Rudabaugh and J.J. Webb are still at large and seem to have left the area.”
       Now he pointed to the map.  I wasn’t real familiar with New Mexico.  I had helped up in Raton and was familiar with the northwest corner but the rest of the territory was pretty much unknown to me.  I was glad for the map.  “There’s an outlaw, name of Franklin Moore working up near Las Vegas.  I have Fred Martin working in that area; we know the Kid has been seen there.  Miles, I want you to go down here to Socorro.  There’s been some general havoc there, and the name Grady Stinson has come to our attention.”
       “Who is the local sheriff?” I asked.  
       “Sheriff is Tony Vasquez, but don’t expect any help from him,” reported Wilcox.  “From what I’ve heard, he allows the lawless element to roam freely as long as they don’t harm the citizens or businesses of Socorro.”
       We stood looking at each other for a moment.  “I don’t know much about Stinson, I don’t know how big a man he is, whether or not Vasquez could stop him if he tried,” he stated.  “Miles, you’re in charge.  Do what is needed.  Take the train, but get off before you get to Socorro,” he commanded, then rubbed  his moustache between his thumb and finger then smiled.  “Here’s your ticket.”
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       Alejo had taken over the jobs vacated by Lucas and was helped somewhat by his little brother Enrique.  They cut wood, took it to the different vendors in town, and stacked it for them.  They were hired to keep the streets clean of the horse droppings, and would help old Moses at the livery if he needed them.
       They were walking along the boardwalk to the north of the jail.  A new saloon had opened, a block down, Belle’s Place, and Enrique had stopped to look at something lying underneath the walk.  Problem was, he was stooped over when Frank Connors and Cade Ryan came out of the saloon stumbling over Enrique.  Ryan, who was quickly angered, grabbed the boy and threw him out into the street.  
       Alejo heard his brother yell when he hit the ground and began to run back.  Ryan had walked out into the street to pick up the kid.  “You pepper-pickers stay out of my way,” he snarled then tossed Enrique back to the ground.  That’s when Alejo rushed him, trying to knock him down.  Ryan barely budged, then he took hold of Alejo and slugged him square in the face.  He dropped like a bag of potatoes.
       He started to kick the boy, when a voice hollered, “Don’t!”
       Ryan slowly turned his head toward the voice.  “Well, lookee here, Frank.  They must be draggin’ the bottom of the barrel, they even have one of them beaners wearin’ a badge.”  He turned back to kick the boy who was now moving to his knees, Enrique was unconscious.
       “You kick him, and you’ll be a cripple the rest of your life,” Mateo paused, “That is, if I don’t kill you.”
       Both Ryan and Connors laughed, and now faced Mateo.  Cade Ryan, big man, didn’t kick Alejo, instead he…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Our duty will chase us to the grave. So it is with the debts we owe to the brave, the obligation to repay courage with courage.”

                         –John McCain, Jr.

       “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.  You are My friends if you do whatever I command you.”
                         –John 15:13-14(NKJV)
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Memorial Day!  But what’s the purpose?  A day to celebrate?  Perhaps, if you understand the meaning behind why you can celebrate.  For some it is a time to cry, to remember the wounds in the soul because a loved one died doing their duty.  Duty–a sublime word that few understand or care to understand anymore.  Duty–is laughed at, mocked, ridiculed, but without those who do or did their duty, terror and lawlessness would much more abound.
       If you see a bully on the street terrifying an elderly lady on her way home, what is your obligation?  Do you turn away, or are you bound by something inside you that causes righteous indignation to arise?  Anger comes forth, hopefully anger that is controlled, and you step forward to help.  Anger, do you ever get angry?  Do you ever become appalled at the lack of moral restraint in this country?  Does anger arise because of what took place in Uvalde last week?  Or do you seek to put a bandaid on the situation, blame the environment, the educational system, the homelife, maybe the lack of a father, and for goodness gracious, don’t forget to blame the gun for it had to have acted on its own?
       People are blind, they don’t want to face the facts that this nation is in need of God.  Man does not have the solution; science does not have the solution; sociologists with their enlightenment don’t have the solution.  Only God can heal, but there must be repentance and then acceptance and obedience to His Word.
       God can’t get angry, He is too gracious, kind, and merciful, so many people say.  However, take a look at a few verses from the Psalms that show the anger of God.  (These are from the New Living Translation.)

                    “No wonder you are greatly feared!  Who can stand before you when your anger explodes?”  (76:7)
                    “Now turn to us again, O God of our salvation.  Put aside your anger against us.”  (85:4)
                    “O LORD, how long will this go on?  Will you hide yourself forever?  How long will your anger burn like fire?”  (89:46)
                    “For there your ancestors tried my patience; they courted my wrath though they had seen my many miracles.”  (95:9)

What is it that provokes God’s anger?  Sometimes He is patient and though provoked holds back His wrath.  When we read the psalms of Asaph we often see the anger of God mentioned.  Man prays for deliverance and God rejects the prayers.  The scales have been tipped and His anger is moving forth.  Oh my, we don’t like to think of God’s anger; we only want to dwell on his love and mercy.  But justice cries out, His holiness demands it.  
       One of the greatest sermons ever preached in America, or anywhere else for that matter was Jonathan Edward’s mighty “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God.”  A sermon that helped bring about the First Great Awakening.  That’s all that can save this country from the terror we see every day.  The turning back to God, yet there are those pseudo-historians, the woke crowd that say the Great Awakening never happened; it was made up by Christians.   It was this tremendous revival that happened just prior to the War for Independence.  It was this revival that took place when the Founding Fathers were growing up and turning into young men.
       Memorial Day!  A day when we remember the loss of those who gave their lives to protect this country from those who had an “Anti-Christ” spirit.  Men who fought for freedom and for moral righteousness.  Men who sacrificed on the foundation laid by previous generations that was stained by blood.  It’s all right to celebrate, to have a picnic, to enjoy the day with family for without those who sacrificed this couldn’t happen.  But don’t neglect to work out your own salvation.  Pray that His favor returns to this nation.  Pray the “His anger will last for a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime!” (Psalm 30:5, NLT)

                    “The world is in a constant conspiracy against the brave. It’s the age-old struggle: the roar of the crowd on the one side, and the voice of your conscience on the other.”
                                      –General Douglas MacArthur
 
                    “Some gave all;
                    All gave some.”