Echoes From the Campfire

All you can do with a rat is kill him or let him be.”
              –Charles Portis (True Grit)

    “But this is a people robbed and plundered; All of them are snared in holes, And they are hidden in prison houses; They are for prey, and no one delivers; For plunder, and no one says, ‘Restore!'”
              –Isaiah 42:22 (NKJV)
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It has been several years ago when in the middle of the night I could hear the claws of the cat running up and down the hallway grasping at the carpet.  It was unusual that I thought I better check what was happening.  Upon entering the hallway I saw a long, narrow tail go around the corner and into the girls’ room followed by a rushing cat.  It was a rat.
    I grabbed hold of a rifle and went cautiously into the closet and slowly began shifting through the pompoms and shoes in the closet.  Behold I saw a tail sticking out of a tennis shoe.  I wasn’t about to grab the tail for I had visions of that rat turning around and biting me on the arm, so I took what was in my hand and brought the stock of the rifle down where I expected the head to be in that shoe.  Once, that did it, but to make sure I smashed its head again.
    My father-in-law enjoyed reading and during World War II he found his books were missing.  Because of his rank his cot was close to the stove.  One night he was wakened with something pulling at his hair–a rat.  He grabbed the poker from the stove and as the rat moved under the boards he stabbed it through the opening in the slats.  The next day he received permission from the officer in charge to tear up the boards of their tent where they found dozens of rats.  They were the ones stealing his books for their nests.  Needless to say they had a rat-killing party.
    Rats, there are few things more despicable.  They are carriers of vermin.  Disease is spread by them, in fact, the rat was the primary carrier of bubonic plague–the Black Death–in Europe.  I was surprised that it came into the house with a cat, but it met its demise.  Rats tend to thrive in dumps, slum areas, garbage dumps.  Hmmm, look at Portland, Seattle, Minneapolis, they are now a haven for rats, but it seems that they were also created by rats.
    Man thinks that he is more enlightened today.  But look around and you will quickly see that is a false notion.  In spite of good intentions on the part of man (or some men), the world remains one of war, poverty, hunger, disease, and uncertainty.  Man with all his wonderful knowledge lives like a rat.  He continues to do evil, and when I speak of evil it is not just the murder and the killings and the riotings, but it is also the sneaky ministrations of people in “high” places.  Look at them sometimes and the evil oozes from them.
    Some do not truly want to do evil, but it is in the heart of man to do so.  Yet there are those who delight in evil and in bringing it upon others.  People are lost and they seek to eat the flesh of those left in the streets.  They consume what they can and bare their teeth at those who are against them.  Through these streets we must walk, whether to school or work.  The rats may scatter and hide in the shadows, or they may band together and attack the unsuspecting wayfarer.  It seems that we have gone too easy on the rats of society.  Because of that they have multiplied, they have lost their fear of man, of good.  They have spread evil, poison, and vermin in society.  Perhaps it is time to issue a “writ on the rats”.
    This world represents and is, in fact, evil.  Yet, you must walk in this world.  Carry your weapons with you, whether they be physical or spiritual.  Be sure you are wearing the armor of God and know how to use the sword of the Spirit.  The rats are scurrying around looking for things to gnaw on and devour.

Echoes From the Campfire

You have to be ready to roll with whatever the weather, the land, and other men throw at you.”
              –Lou Bradshaw (Blue Valley)

    “But the path of the just is like the shining sun, That shines ever brighter unto the perfect day.”
              –Proverbs 14:18(NKJV)
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Oh, the storms may be raging, the winds howling, the rain beating down, and the floods rising, but in spite of the weather this is the day the Lord has made.  The life may be facing its own type of storms:  worry, fret, debt, doubt, disease, and on…, but in the midst of your day whatever it may be like, it is the day the Lord has made.
    Part of the problem is that we do not live the concept of Psalm 118:24.

         “This is the day the LORD has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.” (NKJV)

No, we may recognize that the Lord made the days, and we ho-hum recognize that it is another day upon us.  Woe is me, another day of sorrow, of rain, of corona, of storm, of terror.  Woe is me.  If the day is bad, that’s your fault.  It is a day the Lord has given you, what are you going to do with it?  He has determined the weather, He has allowed the circumstances you are going through, whether you are to be sick or well.  He knows if you have good service at the restaurant or bad, whether or not the attendee at WalMart griped at you for not wearing a mask.  The important things is, what are you going to do about it.  The “Coach” John Wooden always instructed his players to “make each day your masterpiece.”  What kind of day will you have depends upon you.  Joseph Alleine lived by this maxim, “Let us live this one day well!”  Tomorrow will have its own problems, take care of today.
    “There will never be another day like today.  We may say that we will go to the same work, but with the same people, and go home to the same family but every day in individually distinct.  Every day has different circumstances, conversations, and opportunities.  This could be a day that something happens so that you remember it for the rest of your life, or this could be an average day with nothing spectacular happening, but it is still God’s day.  We need to be less concerned with the days in our life and more concerned with life in our days.” (Larry Turner)
    What you do with the day is up to you.  God has given it to you, how you use it and accept his gift can be a gift back to the Lord.  See, we may accept the day, but do we accept it with rejoicing and happiness, glad that it has been given to us?  Paul reminds us about the day, “In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” (1 Thessalonians 5:18, NKJV))  This is a day given to you therefore, “Rejoice in the Lord always.  Again I will say, rejoice!” (Philippians 4:4, NKJV)  Take advantage of the day; take advantage of every opportunity that comes you way, whether great or small.

Echoes From the Campfire

It doesn’t take much guts when you cover your face and ride with a mob.”
              –Elmer Kelton  (Texas Standoff)

    “Do not fret because of evildoers, nor be envious of the workers of iniquity.”
              –Psalm 37:1 (NKJV)
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There has been much said during this time of “virus” about it being the “end times.”  That being said, is it really?  Now, don’t be alarmed that I wrote that.  I am not one of those scoffers, but I do believe that we can spend too much time in wonderment and not continue to be doing what we are called to do.  Is the Lord on the horizon?  Could be, or He could wait a very more years, but I doubt very much longer or there would not be many of the elect left.
    Paul very clearly describes what it will be like in the last days.  He tells us, “But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come.” (2 Timothy 3:1, NKJV).  In other words, the way of life will be perilous, dangerous, difficult, grievous, or terrible.  Jesus said those days would be “a time of distress such as the world has never known (Rossier, Matthew 24:21).  No it is not the Day of the Lord, for that will follow after these “times.”  Barclay says that this will be “a time of terror, when evil would gather itself for its final assault and the world would be shaken to its moral and physical foundations.”  The “perilous times” lead up to the Rapture of the Church and the following Great Tribulation; it is therefore, a prelude to the evil that was to come.
    One more description of the word, “perilous” is used to describe the demoniacs that met Jesus among the tombs.  They were violent and dangerous.  Plutarch used to the term to describe an ugly wound (Barclay).  Perhaps one that is festered and full of gangrene.  Barclay continues, “There is an idea of menace and of danger in this word.  In the last days there would come times which would menace the very existence of the Christian Church and of goodness itself…”
    Second Timothy 3:2-5, then goes on to describe characteristics of those “perilous times.”  

         2 – For men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
         3 – unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good,
         4 – traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God,
         5 – having a form of godliness but denying its power.  And from such people turn away!  (NKJV)

Read that description and then look at the news.  Every aspect of that is seen.  Hatred is unfettered like it has never been before.  Life will never go back to what was once called “normal.”  People cry for a normal life, but it will not be that way unless one can call evil, normal.  And if that isn’t bad enough, Paul continues to write, “But evil men and imposters will grow worse and worse, deceiving and being deceived” (3:13, NKJV).  
    With all of the dreadful words being said, I want to get to the main idea of my note this morning.  In the message last Sunday, one phrase jumped out at me.  “Perilous times are precious times.”  How can that be?  When people, whether friends, family, or even strangers, go through an ordeal together there is a bond.  In the West there was a saying that “he’s a man to ride the river with,” meaning that in tough times he’ll do his part and you are glad to have worked side by side with him through the ordeal.
    In the days of this corona, what have you done to help someone else?  How have you continued to minister?  How important has friends and family become?  You should be in the custom of giving encouragement, helping their faith to grow, exhorting them to continue through.  “And the Lord will deliver me from every evil work and preserve me for His heavenly kingdom.  To Him be glory forever and ever.  Amen!” (2 Timothy 4:18, NKJV)
    Stand strong, continue in the doctrine, be ready and on the alert.  Remember the hope that is yours and let your faith grow knowing that God is with you in these “perilous times.”

The Saga of Miles Forrest

So far it was a long, boring, uneventful ride.  We had a short layover in Pueblo so passengers could get off.  There were a few on the train going all the way to Kansas City, but no new passengers boarded.  I was located in the passenger car along with Troy Linton.  Maxwell, the tall, skinny guy was with the soldiers in the baggage car with Josh Gibbons moving from car to car, but staying mainly in the caboose.
    The grand Lt. Evanston spent his time sleeping in the passenger car or going to the dining car to eat.  I was a mite surprised that he didn’t go check on his men.  I would think he would want to see that the guards were alert.  Most likely he presumed that his sergeant would take care of it.
    In fact, the lieutenant had just left for the dining car when three of his troops came through the car.  I knew all ten didn’t have to be on guard all the time, but for this many to leave made me wonder.  
    “I’m goin’ to take a walk,” I informed Linton then I headed to the dining car.  I stopped just outside the entry noticing that the three soldiers were at a table with the lieutenant.  That was not so unusual on a short, semi-relaxed trip as this, but they were hunched over seemingly listening to something the lieutenant was saying.
    Instead of entering I went back the other way, nodded at Linton and then entered the baggage car.  The soldier standing guard at the entrance didn’t say anything just let me go on in.  I looked for Gibbons; he must be out at the caboose.  There was a buck sergeant by the bullion along with four other soldiers, another was the guard at the far door.
    Going over to the sergeant I started a conversation.  “Excitin’ trip, ain’t it, Sergeant?”
    Looking me over carefully, he relaxed some.  “It’s not like fighting Indians, that’s for sure.”  He moved away some from the bullion.  “Heard you talking some with the special agent.  You served with Custer?”
    “Rode with him in the Shenandoah Valley, I served directly under Captain Kidd,” I informed him.
    “Saw him once at Appomattox.  I had just enlisted, didn’t see much action only a few days before the War ended.”
    I didn’t think the sergeant looked as old as me.  He had been in since the end of the war, had earned his stripes over the years, and since the war they came slow.
    “Shame what happened to him and the 7th at Little Big Horn,” he stated.  “I had just transferred from the 7th to the 4th regiment at Fort Fetterman.  Just missed the Battle of the Rosebud.”
    “Sounds like the good Lord was takin’ care of you,” I responded.  “Listen, you didn’t miss much but blood and gore in that big war.  Plus you missed the Rosebud and Little Big Horn,” I paused to look him over.  “But Sergeant, if I don’t miss my guess, you’ve seen your share of action.”
    He gave a slight nod.  Then I questioned, “How long have you served with these men?”  
    “Not well, a couple was with me under General MacKenzie when Fort Crawford was opened.  I was with Captain Dodge at Milk Creek.  That was not a pretty sight,” he recalled.
    “Heard of MacKenzie.  Quite a fighter,” I assented then brought him back to the present.  “How about the Lieutenant?  How long you served under him?”
    He gave a small, quick grimace.  “You know, sir, that I can’t be talking against my officers.”
    Raising my hand, I gestured, “No offense, Sergeant, I understand.  But just between you and me, stay extra alert, somethin’ ain’t quite right.”
    I continued on through the car when out of the corner of my eye I noticed one of the soldiers trying not to stare at me.  When I looked his direction, he quickly adverted his gaze.  Nodding at the guard at the exit I went out finding Gibbons standing outside the caboose.
    “Miles, what are you doing back here?” he inquired.  
    “I needed to take a walk.  Josh, there’s somethin’ that just don’t feel right.”
    “Are you sure you’re not imagining things, Miles?”
    “Could be, hope so,” I replied.  “That’s a lot of gold to be temptin’ somebody.”  I proceeded to explain my reasoning.
    “Kind of stretching things aren’t you?” came his reply.  “But to make you feel better, I have the same feeling.  Go on back, but be ready.”
    I went back through the baggage car nodding at the sergeant as I passed and into the passenger car.  The soldiers and lieutenant were coming back as I entered.  I waited for them to pass and for the lieutenant to sit then I went up a couple seats from him.  That way he would be between Linton and myself.
    We were an hour out of Pueblo when it happened.  There were two shots, then the sound of a rifle being fired then another smaller caliber shot.  Lieutenant Evanston came out of his seat stepping into the aisle and I did the same.  He had his revolver out pointing it at Linton who attempted to pull his gun.  The Lieutenant fired and right after he did I jammed the Greener as hard as I could into the area just below his ribs.  He groaned.
    “When I pull the trigger it will literally cut you in half.”
    Groaning he replied, “Too late…”
    “Yes, too late for you for you’ll not see a bar of that shinin’ gold…”