Echoes From the Campfire

Apprenticeship’s over, and so is schooling. Time to be a man.”
                    –Chris Bennett  (Road to Revolution)

       “For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
                    –Ephesians 2:10 (NIV)
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We see here beginning in chapter 10 of Proverbs what is called antithetical parallelism.  This is a positive phrase followed by a negative phrase.  Mike Leake adds that these proverbs are the “path to truth in a misinformation age.”  I might also add that most translations use the term “son” where it does mean child of either sex.  As we see in verse 1, the NLT translates, “the wise child…”

          –“A wise son makes a glad father, but a foolish son is the grief of his mother.” –NKJV
          –“A wise son makes a glad father, but a foolish son is a sorrow to his mother.”  –ESV
          –“A wise child brings joy to a father; a foolish child brings grief to a mother.”  –NLT

     It would be an interesting study of the Bible to see the stories of wise and foolish sons.  Sons who either blessed their parents or cursed them; bring joy or grief.  This begins at the beginning with Adam and Eve.  Cain brought a curse, Seth a blessing; Esau a curse, Isaac a blessing; and on down to David, Absalom a curse, Solomon a blessing.
     With verse 1 there is a need to keep in mind Proverbs 1:7 and 9:10:  wisdom begins with the fear of the Lord.  “All wisdom flows from that spring.  The foolish son despises the Lord and His instruction.  And so it is in our relationship to the Lord that we bring our parents’ joy.” (Bob Beasley)  It is important to remember that the parents are to give godly instruction to their children, but it is still the decision of the individual child to choose to take it to heart or not.
     Grief versus gladness is the reality of life.  The words that the parents speak are important, but as J.L. Flores points out, “whether parents shall have gladness or grief in their children depends not so much upon the excellence of their words as upon the godliness of their lives.”  Our lives dictate much of what our children will perceive and hang on to.  Words and life go together and as Mike Leake points out, “The more a lie is shared the more it feels true.”  A child is to be given the truth, shown the truth and the child must choose the world’s view or the truth of God’s Word.  “The babbling fool comes to ruin; his reality isn’t grounded in truth.” (Leake)
     Know this, “The child’s behavior affects both parents.  Both parents find their joy or sadness in their child who demonstrates skill in life.” (NKJV Study Bible)  Therefore, as children of Father in heaven, our greatest calling then is to bring our heavenly Father joy.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

A good reputation is more valuable than the most expensive perfume.  In the same way, the day you die is better than the day you are born.”  –Ecclesiastes 7:1 (NLT)
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     I was trudging back through the deep snow that had fallen the past three days after checking on the horses.  They were comfortable in their stalls, but I had to spend some time mucking them out after the storm.  It was clearing and that meant the temperatures would drop.  I figured it would get down ’round zero tonight so I placed a couple of blankets on the backs of Hawk, Star, and Two-Bits, fed them some grain and oats and made sure they had plenty of water and hay.  Tomorrow I would let them out to romp in the snow.
     It was cold and the night would be even colder.  Before I entered the cabin, I picked up an armload of firewood.  That would save me at least one trip outside.  Entering the blast of warm air hit me, as well as the aroma of coffee, and biscuits.  Glancing over at the stove I saw that Molly was making sausage gravy for the biscuits.  She turned, smiling, holding up two eggs.  “These are the last two until I can get down to the diner.”
     Placing the wood near the fireplace I checked the kindling for the stove and saw that the box was almost full.  I then poked around the logs in the fireplace, moving them a bit then added a couple of the large pieces I brought in.  It was sure comfortable inside compared to being out in the cold.  My morning cup was still on the table.  I glanced in it, then went to the stove to retrieve the pot sitting there.  Molly was just finishing up so I headed to my chair at the table.
     Molly brought two platefuls of biscuits and gravy each with an egg on top.  We bowed our heads, and she offered the blessing for the food, for the life the Lord had provided, and for the coming year.  When she said that I had forgotten that we were now in a new year.  My mercy, where does the time go?  Had it really been fifteen years ago since I left Texas and the Rangers?  Don’t seem hardly possible.
     “There’s plenty of wood,” I mentioned before taking a large bite.  “I need to walk down to the jail to check on the prisoners.”
     “Do you really have to go?” she questioned.  “Isn’t Lucas staying there?”
     “I wouldn’t go, but they are federal prisoners.  Lucas is there and feeding them,” I stopped to laugh.  “I don’t know how good a cook he is, but for sure his coffee is terrible.”
     Molly gave a little cackle.  “Miles, anyone can heat up a can of beans.”
     “I probably would have let Lucius out, but he needed to care for his brother.  It was a good thing too, as Doc wouldn’t have been able to make it up to the jail.  I imagine with the snow no longer coming down that he’ll try today.”  I paused to take a swallow from the cup then hoisted another forkful of gravy with biscuit to my mouth.  After chewing and swallowing most of it.  “If they weren’t federal prisoners, the trial would have already been over.  I don’t know when the district judge will get here with all this snow.”
     “You go do your duty, and maybe, just maybe I’ll have us a butterscotch pie ready when you get back,” she informed me.
     My eyes lit up.  “A fella could get fat an’ lazy sittin’ ’round the house, nice and warm and cozy.”
     “Hmpf,” came the sound from her.  “No pie until you chop some more wood.  Leave the plate and get going.  The faster you get outta here, the sooner you’ll get back.”
     Within minutes I was on my way to the jail.  It took time with the heavy snow on the road.  I noticed on my walk that there was no one out.  The streets were full of snow and no one had ventured out.  I was pleased to see Lucas in front of the jail shoveling snow from the boardwalk.  
     He saw me approaching as he looked up from his work.  “Senor Marshal, I am so glad you are here.  The man, Mort, he has gone loco.”
     “What do you mean?” I asked opening the door.
     “Kid!  Is that you?  I need some help!” came the sound from the cell.  
     I opened the door to the cell room and saw Lucius sitting on top of his brother.  “Marshal, am I glad to see you…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

To be a man was to be responsible. It was as simple as that. To be a man was to build some-thing, to try to make the world about him a bit easier to live in for himself and those who followed. You could sneer at that, you could scoff, you could refuse to acknowledge it, but when it came right down to it, Conn decided it was the man who planted a tree, dug a well, or graded a road who mattered.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (Conagher)

       “But the one who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation.  The moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and its destruction was complete.”
                    –Luke 6:49 (NIV)
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I have greatly enjoyed watching The Chosen over the seasons.  One item that I disagree with is when Jesus is “preparing” for the Sermon on the Mount.  The film shows Him anxious, even fretful; He says He has to make it right.  It is my humble opinion that Jesus was not anxious, nor fearful of making a public speech.  We read several places in Scripture not to fear, nor to have anxiety.  This was His calling, part of His great purpose.  Jesus is the message–the message is Jesus.
     The Sermon on the Mount, oh my, what a series of life lessons, of ethics in which to guide one’s life.  John Stott says, “Here is a Christian value-system, ethical standard, religious devotion, attitude to money, ambition, lifestyle and network of relationships–all of which are totally at variance with those of the non-Christian world.”  If we have trouble with them, then check to see how close to the world we are living.  
     There are two main views regarding this “Sermon.”  One is that it was one sermon given on one day.  The other is that it is a set of sermons preached throughout Jesus’ ministry and Matthew simply placed them together as a whole.  There are some, of which I agree, that believe it could have been one sermon, but that they were also taught throughout His ministry.  I have started a study, as you can see, on what we call the Beatitudes.  One thing I have not noticed before now is the eschatological aspect of these verses as well as the practical meaning.  Keep that in mind as we look at them together.
     John Stott writes, “The beatitudes set forth the blessings God gives to those in whom He is working such a character–blessings given not as a reward for merit but as a gift of grace.”  The writing of Matthew simply begins, “And seeing the multitudes, He went up on a mountain, and when He was seated His disciples came to Him.  Then He opened His mouth and taught them, saying:” (Matthew 5:1-2, NKJV)  When “He opened His mouth” is used as a solemn, grave, and dignified utterance.  The Greeks thought of it an “oracle”–a weighty saying.  In other words–LISTEN!  Listen, take to heart the words of Jesus.  According to William Barclay, this means that, “A person is really opening his heart and fully pouring out his mind.  It is used of intimate teaching with no barriers between.”
     To close out this introduction I want you to think of the setting and Jesus opening His heart to the disciples and to the multitude that had gathered.  Contemplate, ponder, meditate simply on the words of these two simple verses.  Then I want you to get into the imagery that Thomas Watson portrays:  
          “Here is a garden of delight, where you may pluck those flowers which will deck the hidden man of your heart.  Here is the golden key, which will open the gates of Paradise!  Here is the conduit of the Gospel, running wine to nourish as are poor in spirit and pure in heart.  Here is the rich cabinet wherein the Pearl of Blessedness is locked up.  Here is the gold pot in which that manna which will feed and revive the soul unto everlasting life.  Here is a way chalked out to the Holy of Holies.”

Coffee Percs

He took a drink from the coffee. It was good and strong. Hot coffee warmed a man and helped to beat back the tiredness of the trail. If it had a decent taste to it and not too bitter, it was a luxury. But whether it was a luxury or the taste was next to unbearable, coffee was almost as vital to survival as a good horse.”

                    –Robert Peecher  (The Glorieta Grudge)
 
Yippi-ki-yay, 2026 is well on the way.  Pard, yuh made it through 2025 with only a few knots to yur noggin.  Now we continue onward on the road to glory–yeehaw!  Don’t yuh be frettin’ none Pard, I’ve plenty of coffee an’ even though the prices are goin’ up I’ll keep the larder filled.  Only thing though, yuh have to make one of them thar resolutions–no cinos!
      I was sittin’ the other mornin’ in my mornin’ chair, readin’, lookin’ out the window watching gray light appear, contemplatin’ an’ drinkin’ my coffee when a thought hit me.  AD, 
“Anno Domini.”  Yuh got that?  2026 is the year of our Lord!  As was 2025 and every year before until He comes to earth to reign.  The year of our Lord–I like that.  Know this, Pard, that even if’n yuh drink one of them cinos the Lord is with yuh.  He is there–always, all the time, and we needn’t fret about Him a-leavin’ us.  He is the faithful God!
     An ol’ friend of mine brought to my remembrance a song by that wrangler, Stuart Hamblen.  Let’s ponder on them some, I’ll refill yur cup an’ yuh can be a sippin’.  Am I gonna sing it?  Well, I might hum along.  But here goes, “Known only to Him are the great hidden secrets.”  Wow!  Right there is a whole bundle to try to wrap yur mind around.  Believe that an’ if’n yur like me, “I’ll fear not the darkness when my flame shall dim.  I know not what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future, It’s a secret known only to Him.”  Whooeee!
Grab hold of that!  Hang on, the Lord is right there with yuh, just like He was back in 2025.
     It’s just like ridin’ along the trail, goin’ upward on a mountain slope.  Yuh can only see what’s in front of yuh, yuh can’t see ’round the bend.  Why thar might be a heap o’ trouble waitin’ for yuh.  But yuh don’t have to be frettin’ none.  Now, that don’t mean yuh don’t take precautions, yuh don’t get yurself prepared for the trail.  No, we are to walk not ignorant of the snares, and traps, and obstacles, and hostiles that may be along our way, but we do know that the Lord is right there with us.  Yuh know, I think He is walkin’ alongside us with a smile.
     We travel in 2026, careful, tall in the saddle, ready as we can be.  We’ve got our Bible, our gun, we’ve checked our cinch, there’s plenty of coffee.  Now ride, cowboy, ride fer 2026 is waitin’ for us.
     Vaya con Dios.