Author: Ira Paine

Echoes From the Campfire

by Ira Paine, Posted on

I’ve got to realize that I have myself to contend with up here.”
                         –Zane Grey  (Under the Tonto Rim)

        “The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives.”

                         –Psalm 37:23 (NLT)
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                    “Let us live this one day well!”
                              –Joseph Alleine

There is something to be said about making a plan for the year.  That gives you a goal and something to go by.  There is equally nothing wrong with making resolutions, but not in mocking them.  They are not made to be broken, but to be kept and there should be some forethought before making them.  However, with the year plan in mind do not forget the day.  Live this one day well.  Put your plan into action this day.  Keep your resolutions this day.
       Do not forget that this is the day the Lord has made–we are to rejoice in it, not tomorrow or next week, or in June, but today.  Be fully engaged each and every day, but most importantly this day.  Live your life for Him today in the fullest capacity possible.  Trust Him today and serve Him to the best of your ability today.
       Study, read, meditate upon God’s Word.  Tough times are ahead and we must have God’s Word in our heart.  It helps us not to sin against Him; it helps to guide our footsteps.
       Pray often, not in arrogance or in a demanding way, but as the Father’s child.  Know the Word and we will know better how to pray appropriately.  Prayer should start with the fear of the Lord, reverencing His holy name, and remembering Him for Who He is.  Pray often for friends and family.
       Whether we find ourselves in the midst of a terrible storm of nature, or a pestilence like this virus, or some other ordeal or obstacle that is placed in our lives do not forget that He is your Father and that He has everything under control.  He is not going to leave any of us helpless, hopeless, or lost.  He can and might calm the storm, but whether He does or not He there with us.  The boat may rock and shake, but the Lord is mindful of us and our situation.
       Yes, my friends–live this one day well.  Then when tomorrow becomes today, live that day well.  One day at a time, one hour at a time, one step at a time.  I am reminded of the old song by W. Elmo Mercer:

               “Each step I take my Savior goes before me,
                And with His loving hand He leads the way.
               And with each breath I whisper ‘I adore Thee;’
               Oh, what joy to walk with Him each day.
                                          Each step I take I know that He will guide me;
                                          To higher ground He ever leads me on.
                                          Until some day the last step will be taken.
                                          Each step I take just leads me closer home.”

The Saga of Miles Forrest

by Ira Paine, Posted on
You look to be deep in thought, Miles,” came the voice of Doc Jones as he pulled out a chair to sit with me.
       I looked over at him, ready to get up for coffee when Molly came around with a cup for him and refilled mine then she sat down with us.  “Ah, you know me Doc.  Just ponderin’ last year and wonderin’ about what’s ahead.  Not worried mind you, just thinkin’.”
       Molly gave a little laugh, “No, he lets me do all the worrying.”  Doc chuckled along with her.
       “Well, you and Charlie did well with that last gang.  Three dead, two wounded, and you brought the bank’s money back.  That’s what I call good work,” uttered Doc after taking a sip of the hot coffee.  “If you hadn’t pulled that piece of steel from the one man, he’d be dead by now.  As it is he’s fighting infection now, hopefully he’ll pull through.”
       I was shaking my head.  “With the gatherin’ for Thanksgivin’ they thought they pulled the perfect holdup.  Fortunately much of the townspeople were here and none were hurt,” I said then smiled.  “They didn’t know much to do with dynamite.  It’s a wonder they didn’t blow the whole buildin’ down.”
       Doc grunted before replying.  “We found pieces of the safe throughout the lobby, in the wall, in the ceiling, in the counter.  They were lucky that only one of them was hit by the flying debris.  By the way, when is the trial?”
       “Judge Klaser is out of town visiting relatives, isn’t he?” asked Molly.
       “Yeah, it won’t happen until he gets back and I’m not sure when that is supposed to be.  Charlie complains about them takin’ up cell space and eatin’ on the county’s expense and Lucas isn’t too keen on being their babysitter,” I responded smiling.  
       “The one I worked on was Rich Samuels.  He didn’t say much, pretty somber as I sewed him up.”
       “From what they told me, they were part of the Cloyd Martin gang.  Biff, his younger brother, is the other one down at the jail.  He’s the one I shot in the hand forcing him to drop one of the satchels of money.  The other two men were Les Fuller and James Polque.  I have a poster on Polque for murder in Louisiana and Texas.”
       “One thing for sure,” Doc stated, rubbing his chin then wiping his mouth with his fingers.  “That Biff fellow won’t have much use for that hand anymore.  The bullet hit dead center and splintered most of the bones in the hand.”
       Molly had been listening as she sipped her coffee.  “Shame, that folks go bad that way.  I don’t really understand why.”
       “Men’s hearts are bent on evil,” I replied.  “Unless they find Christ, there is no hope for them.  Now, I’m not sayin’ that they’re aren’t good folks who don’t serve the Lord, I’ve known several, but they still need a heart change.”
       Doc grunted while Molly swirled the last little coffee remaining in her cup around.  She reached over to pat my arm.  “At least you made it back before Christmas.”  
       Christmas had been good.  The last couple of years Molly and Marta along with Emelda helping cook made handpies and little burritos then went through the poorer areas of town, the barrio, and to the jobless miners to hand them out on Christmas morning.  Then Doc and Edith, the Golds, and the Ramirez family joined us for dinner at the diner.  This year Rev. Chapman and his wife Betty joined us.  I enjoy the time, even though I’m a person who normally likes to be alone.  Days like Christmas make me a little melancholy and I contemplate like I was doing before Doc came in.
       “So when’s the trip?” questioned Doc.
       I gave him a puzzled look.  “Trip?”
       Molly laughed, “He’s forgotten already.”
       Doc scowled at me, “You promised Alejo and Enrique that you’d take them hunting.  So, I’m asking when are you going?”
       I had forgotten about it.  I twisted the end of my moustache then blurted.  “Next week if the weather holds.”
       Doc and Molly looked at each other then both started laughing.  I thought about what I had said and didn’t see much humor in it.  
       Molly then got up to check the coffeepot on the stove behind me.  “I need to see how much coffee there is in the big pot in the kitchen and make some more for this one.  The noon rush will be starting.  I told Marta to take off to spend some time with Charlie and not to come in until 11:00.”
       She had just walked with the coffeepot back to the kitchen when through the entrance walked Lucas…

Echoes From the Campfire

by Ira Paine, Posted on

But strong men stayed. Men with skin like saddle leather and clear eyes that saw beyond today.”
                         –Louis L’Amour  (Guns of the Timberland)

       “Some Gadites joined David at the stronghold in the wilderness, mighty men of valor, men trained for battle, who could handle shield and spear, whose faces were like the faces of lions, and were as swift as gazelles on the mountains”

                         –1 Chronicles 12:8 (NKJV)
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                    “I’m back in the saddle again,
                     Out where a friend is a friend…

                     Ridin’ the range once more
                     Totin’ my old 44.
                     Where you sleep out every night,
                     And the only law is right
                     Back in the saddle again.”
                              –Gene Autry

It is upon us, the new year of 2022.  We have moved from the gaiety and majesty of the Christmas season into a brand new year.  The wonder of Christmas with all of its mystery, truth, and power should propel us into the new year ready to gain new ground for the Lord, not only for the Kingdom of God, but within our individual lives as well.  So, here we go, back in the saddle.
       The world hasn’t changed much since yesterday of 2021.  But it will continue to turn and it would behoove you to be ready for what’s ahead.  I can tell you, without being a prophet, that there will be turmoil, continued confusion, some chaos, and storms will arise upon the land and in your life.  Face it all with grim determination to obey the will of the Lord.  The song above says, “And the only law is right.”  Seek the truth of God’s Word and practice it, then you will be obedient to the Word (and law) of God for He is the righteous Judge.  Of course, this year could also bring the return of the Lord for His Church–are you ready?
       Joseph Alleine, a 17th-century Puritan minister, penned the following words:  “Another week is now before us, let us spend this week for God.”  Let me change it slightly, “Another year is now before us, let us spend this week for God.”  Make that your resolution!  And I do believe in resolutions; I think we should make them often for it is good to change our lives for the better, and conform more to the image of Christ.  A resolution is not made to be broken!  No matter what the humorists think–they are goof-balls with that attitude.  Determine to make this a better year and thank God for life each day for it was given to you by the Lord to be used for His purpose and glory.
       Lots of things will be happening, do not let them frustrate you–trust in the Lord, for He is in control.  Things may not go your way, and it may seem that the Lord has forgotten you and allowed you to wander in the wilderness.  But my friend, He is there with you–a Friend that knows each and every step you take, and where your are going, along with what you might find along the way.  Don’t be timid in this new year, but hold on tight to His hand.
       It’s time to “saddle up” and head into the new year with a shout and a determination to follow the Lord in each step that you take.

Echoes From the Campfire

by Ira Paine, Posted on
To fight for his life is a privilege which God gives to every man.”
                    –James Oliver Curwood  (The Valley of Silent Men a Story of the Three River Country)
 
       “For with God nothing will be impossible.”
                    –Luke 1:37 (NKJV)
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I want to take a look at the words of a Christmas Carol.  I didn’t use them much this year, which is unusual for me.  But we live in a crazy, mixed-up world.  A world full of fear, anger, hatred, and bitterness.  There is anger from all quarters, and people are still running in fear from the virus that is among us.  I remembered a couple of verses from this great hymn penned by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  It would help you understand the carol better if you would take the time to read some of the life of Longfellow and to get the background from which he was writing.  I will say that it was in the midst of the turmoil of the Civil War.
 
               “And in despair I bowed my head:
                ‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said,
                ‘For hate is strong, and mocks the song
                Of peace on earth, good-will to men.'”
 
Here was a man in despair.  What was happening to his life, his family, and his country?  Hate is strong” my how true is that today.  But then something happened; he remembered from deep in his soul when he heard the sounding of the bells.
 
               “Then peeled the bells more loud and deep:
                ‘God is not dead: nor doth He sleep;
                The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
                With peace on earth, good-will to men.'”
 
God is still in control.  He does not waver, He is never taken by surprise, and He always cares for His children.  That made me think of an unusual Scripture of the Incarnation.
Remember, I wrote last week that I have often pondered the Incarnation.  We see much evil in the world today, but there was hatred, anger, and bitterness like never before on that first Christmas Eve–at least in the spiritual realm.  Often I have thought of what it must have been like in that realm with the Son putting aside His glory, leaving His throne in heaven to become man, even being born as a baby.
 
               “Now a great sign appeared in heaven:  a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a garland of twelve stars.  Then being with child, she cried out in labor and in pain to give birth.  And another sign appeared in heaven:  behold, a great, fiery red dragon having seven heads and ten horns, and seven diadems on his heads.  His tail drew a third of the stars of heaven and threw them to the earth.  And the dragon stood before the woman who was ready to give birth, to devour her Child as soon as it was born.  She bore a male Child who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron.  And her Child was caught up to God and His throne.”
                                –Revelation 12:1-5 (NKJV)
 
     Notice the dragon.  He was there, at the manger, ready to devour.  I always thought that Satan relished the thought of Jesus being born as a baby, thinking that it would be able to destroy Him.  As soon as Christ was born, the devil was ready to take action.  
     On a hillside, not far from Bethlehem, there was a “heavenly host” praising God and appearing to the shepherds.  I think it is interesting that this term is used.  In the Old Testament the often see God referred to as the “Lord of Hosts,” which means the commander of the armies of heaven.  When we see the angels at the birth of Christ, notice they are praying.  They do not have swords in their hands, but I think they were ready to draw them from their scabbards should they be needed to protect the baby Jesus.
     What a night that must have been, not only in the stable with Joseph and Mary with the birth of Jesus, but the spiritual world but have been extremely active.  Satan, the dragon, was ready to destroy.  The angels were there; there is no mention of Michael, but surely he was in the stable to confront the dragon if necessary.  My what a night; my what a story; my what a wonderful salvation and Savior.
           Ira Paine
               
P.S.  This is the last Echo until after Christmas.  I am not sure when I will begin again.  From my family to all of yours–MERRY CHRISTMAS!  Even so, come, Lord Jesus!