Echoes From the Campfire

Evil always smiles when it thinks it’s won.”

                    –D.C. Adkisson  (Redemption)

       “That no one should be shaken by these afflictions; for you yourselves know that we are appointed to this.”
                   –1 Thessalonians 3:3 (NKJV)
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It is interesting how God works in our lives.  We don’t know how He is exactly going to do something; our job is to place ourselves in His hands.  There are so many ways He works for our benefit and one of those we hate–affliction.  Now, I am not saying that all affliction is sent by God, in fact, most of it is not.  Most comes from our stupid mistakes or the devil, but God does use affliction to get us back on track.  The Psalmist brings this out:

               “Before I was afflicted I went astray, but now I keep Your word.  You are good, and do good; teach me Your statutes.”
                              –Psalm 119:67-68 (NKJV)

       Our purpose is to submit to the Lord, but there are times that we stray.  Some versions translate the term “stray” to “wander.”  Sometimes we wander and when we do there are times we wander into the wrong places, we let the wrong thoughts flit through our minds and stop to let them entertain us.  God had to afflict the writer of this Psalm to get his attention.
       In the past two years most families have experienced an affliction.  What did you do when the “virus” came upon you?  How did you react?  The virus most definitely was not of God, however, it should have wakened us to focus more on Him.  Look at the life of Joseph, what the devil meant for evil and to destroy Joseph, God used for good and to deliver Abraham from the famine in Egypt.  Don’t quickly dismiss all affliction as the devil’s handiwork.  Look for what God is doing in the midst of it.
       In my reading this week I came across a piece by Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a man well acquainted with affliction:

               “I believe that God can and will bring good out of evil, even out of the greatest evil.  For that purpose he needs men who make the best use of everything.  I believe that God will give us all the strength we need to help us resist in all time of distress.  But he never gives it in advance, lest we should rely on ourselves and not on him alone.  A faith such as this should allay all our fears for the future.  I believe that even our mistakes and shortcomings are turned to good account, and that it is no harder for God to deal with them than with our supposedly good deeds.  I believe that God is no timeless fate, but that he waits for and answers sincere prayers and responsible actions.”

In thinking about what Bonhoeffer wrote my mind recalled the Holocaust.  It was for sure a great evil.  But…what good came from it?  There was a need for the Jews to migrate together to form their own nation, hence in 1948, the nation of Israel was formed.  Good from a great evil.
       Do not say that affliction is from God, but look at it closely and how you are responding.  Look to see what it is that you can gain from whatever it is that is happening to you.  That does not alleviate the pain or the discomfort or the suffering or sorrow that might occur, but God might be doing a wondrous work.  Don’t discount it.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Lucas and I were sitting in the dining car heading back to Durango.  He finished his job with Ring and Bellows and deposited the prisoners to the Warden at the State Penitentiary in Canon City along with the body of Martin Blue.  Ring explained to the Warden what happened and how Lucas had taken care of the situation.  From a distance I saw the Warden eyeing Lucas over, slapped him on the shoulder then shook his hand.  Now we were going back home, and he was very quiet–melancholy to say the least.
       “How’re you makin’ out?” I asked sincerely, watching him play with his chocolate pie with his fork.  
       He looked up at me.  “Senor Miles, does it get any better?”
       “You mean killin’ a man?  I would hope not, if it does it is time to quit,” I stated matter-of-factly, then took a sip of the coffee.  It certainly could be stronger.  Weak coffee and flaccid pie.  At least it was chocolate so I could work through it.
       “I really didn’t want to do it, but, but, I felt I had no choice,” he muttered, then forked up a piece of the pie.  Frowning, he said, “Certainly not Senora Molly’s pie.”
       I had to smile while I shook my head.  “From what you and Ring told me, you didn’t.  From all aspects you made the right decision–the hard decision, but the right decision.”  With that we both went to work on what was supposed to be chocolate pie.
       Finishing mine first, I wiped my mouth and moustache off with the linen napkin.  Perhaps the use of linen napkins was the reason for the coffee costing a dime, and the pie thirty cents.  Goodness, coffee and pie for the price of a meal at Molly’s.  There’s more than one way to rob a man.
       As Lucas was placing his last piece of pie in his mouth, I asked, “I have to know Lucas.  Why’d you haul off and hit me?”
       He swallowed, then took the last sip of coffee before answering.  “I was tired of you treating me as a kid.  I knew you were following me, checking up to see if I needed help, if I was all right.  Senor Miles, either I can do the job or I cannot, but leave me try!”
       I stared at him, he was right.  I decided to be honest with him.  “Lucas, you did notice that I didn’t help you.”  He gave a little shrug.  “I promised your aunt, Marta, to go.  I didn’t do it to protect you, but for her comfort.  She has been strugglin’ lately the past few months with Charlie being the sheriff, and now you workin’ as a deputy.”
       He gave a slight nod.  “No more though,” I said.  “You’ve proved yourself.  Oh, you still have a lot to learn, but yur on the way,” I paused, looking him straight in the eye.  “I won’t say more now, just don’t go off half-cocked thinkin’ you know it all.”
       Pushing the dish toward the middle of the table, he almost grinned as he said, “It will be hard to wait to get back to some of Senora’s pie.”
       I wanted another cup of coffee, but they didn’t give refills, you had to pay another dime.  Was it worth it, I pondered to myself.  It was coffee, but it wasn’t that good of coffee.  I wiped my moustache.  I could wait until we had a short stop along the way to grab a cup.  I put my money on the table, four-bits to include a tip, then got up and started for the passenger car.
       Looking down at Lucas as I passed him, he mouth was open.  “Yur a full-fledged deputy now.  Time to pay yur own way.”
       A frantic look appeared on his face as he began to search his pockets for some change.  His eyes glanced up at my face, pleading.  I slowly touched my chin where hours before he had struck me for treating him as a kid.  I smiled, reached for my little pouch and pulled out two quarters handing them to him.  “A man pays his own way…” I winked, smiled and walked away.
       Maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but I telegraphed Charlie from Pagosa Springs and he and Marta were there at the station to meet Lucas.  She fawned over him like a doting hen, and I guess that was all right.  I left home when I was about Charlie’s age never to see my mother again.  There are times to build memories for the youth before being fully thrust into the wickedness of the world.
       I walked on by, nodded at Marta and Charlie, then went on down to the diner where my treasure was waiting for me.  Surely the good Lord knew what He was doing when He brought Molly to me.  Our lives just sort of meshed together.  When I entered the diner, there were two customers.  Molly wasn’t to be seen, but on my table was an empty cup waiting to be filled, and a piece of apple pie.  I looked around one more time, then headed for the table.  
       Laying the shotgun on the table, I took off my jacket placing it on top of the Greener.  Before sitting down, I reached for the coffeepot on the stove then filled my cup.  I had just placed the cup on the table, when Molly rushed out from the kitchen.  I grabbed her and we held on tight to each other, ahh, could life be better?

 

Echoes From the Campfire

I never did figure a man hired to do a job should just do it the easiest way. I figure a man should do the best he knows how.”

                         –Louis L’Amour  (The Lonely Men)

       “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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Mediocrity!  That is a term that leaves a vile distaste in my mouth, yet that is the predominant view and effort in today’s society.  People are satisfied to just get by, go through the motions, and live a hum-drum existence.  Perhaps that’s why I’m in awe of some top-notch craftsman.  I enjoy watching the best at what they do, whether they are professional or it is just a part of their daily life.  I remember Ty Murray saying that he didn’t understand when athletes say they will have to take it up a notch.  He said that he always did his best on every ride.
       I have been reading the history of Israel–the books of Samuel and Kings.  My, my, they were a messed up people.  They lived in a world that believed in many gods, and the shame is that the Israelites took to their gods along with Yahweh.  At times it seems that they were fighting the gods of these pagan people, at other times they compromised and took part in their ugly, wicked worship.
       Remember, Psalm 71 is an “old-age” Psalm.  At the end of life what will be your thoughts and actions?  Today we finish with Psalm 71 and as you contemplate the words of the Psalm reflect on the world of Israel when it was written, then compare it to the world in which we live.

               19 — Also Your righteousness, O God, is very high, You who have done great things; O God, who is like You?
               20 — You, who have shown me great and severe troubles, shall revive me again, and bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
               21 — You shall increase my greatness, and comfort me on every side.
               22 — Also with the lute I will praise You–and Your faithfulness, O my God!  To You I will sing with the harp, O Holy One of Israel.
               23 — My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing to You, and my soul, which You have redeemed.
               24 — My tongue also shall talk of Your righteousness all the day long; for they are confounded, for they are brought to shame who seek my hurt. (NKJV)

We don’t praise mediocrity, but we will stand and clap for a performance that is above the ordinary.  And even at, say a performance, people will give a standing ovation for a mediocre performance.  Why?  Perhaps it is because there is so little real professionalism around.
       Then, why do we worship and praise gods and performances that are so under par?  Who can compare with God?  Certainly not an entertainer no matter how good they are.  They cannot meet the needs of the soul.  Wealth can’t get you out of the grave, yet people pursue it like a god that can meet all their needs.  Idols, other gods–silliness.
Nothing, no one, can compare with the Lord God Almighty who is our refuge.

               “Great God of wonders!
               All thy ways are matchless, Godlike and divine;
              But the fair glories of thy grace,
              More Godlike and unrivaled shine.”
                         –Samuel Davies

Coffee Percs

He wanted another cup of coffee, but lacked the energy to get up and get it. For several minutes he sat looking at the pot and measuring his weariness against the desire for the coffee.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (Kid Rodelo)

Pard, the coffee is perking a lot faster than I am, but each day I’m gettin’ stronger.  I had a good week, and was able to write some.  I’m anxious to get to work on my new book, but just haven’t had the gumption to get on it.  Where is the vim and vinegar?  But don’t be frettin’ too much, Pard.  It’s gettin’ better each day and I’m still able to perk up a pot of coffee for us to enjoy.
       Ahhh, enjoy that flavor.  Reminds me that once in a while we should sit back and enjoy the view and the coffee.  Why the other mornin’ I was sittin’, doin’ some ponderin’, and readin’ my mornin’ devotions.  I picked up my cup of coffee, took a sip, then looked out the window.  A group of half dozen deer were browsin’ and movin’ through the woods next to the house.  Brought a smile to my face.
       Enjoy that coffee, and not only that, but taste and see that the Lord is good.  There is too much whinin’, complainin’, and bellyachin’ today, even amongst Christians.  Take time and “taste” the blessin’s of the Lord.  He is faithful and good.
       My strength is returnin’, Pard.  For a couple of weeks the missus had to make the coffee and bring a cup to me.  It was a workout just to make it to the livin’ room; no way I could have stopped along the way to get the coffee boilin’.  Now that coffee, is made from my own two hands, along with a smile.  I’m glad yur enjoyin’ it.
       Desire what God has for you each and every day.  Don’t be foolish or careless.  Make sure yur prepared should the Lord sweep down today.  Read yur Bible, keep yur gun cleaned and by yur side, and check that cinch before yuh mount.
       Vaya con Dios.