Echoes From the Campfire

The evil, the terrible greed, the brutal lust, were in the hearts of the men. And hate, liberated, rampant, stalked out unconcealed, ready for blood.”
                    –Zane Grey  (The Border Legion)

       “For again I say, when righteous people turn away from their righteous behavior and turn to evil, they will die.”

                    –Ezekiel 33:18 (NLT)
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Proverbs 6:12-15, brings to us a dire warning of danger.  Almost the opposite of the sluggard, not the workaholic, but the one who rushes to do evil.  Evil is his delight and it can be seen in all the actions of his body.  It can be covert in his actions, but can also be very advert.  We read that in these verses “this deceiver uses a lot of body language to distribute his poison.” (Beasley)

          12 — A worthless person, a wicked man, walks with a perverse mouth;
          13 — He winks with his eyes, he shuffles his feet, he points with his fingers;
          14 — Perversity is in his heart, he devises evil continually, he sows discord.
          15 — Therefore his calamity shall come suddenly; suddenly he shall be broken without remedy.  (NKJV)

Paul sums up this individual, “There is no fear of God before their eyes.” (Romans 3:17, NKJV)  Paul is speaking of those whose “feet are swift to shed blood; destruction and misery are in their ways.” (Romans 3:16, NKJV)  John writes, “In this the children of God and the children of the devil are manifest:  Whoever does not practice righteousness is not of God, nor is he who does not love his brother.” (1 John 3:10, NKJV)  In this time when we want to speak of man having worth and the dignity of man there is type of person who the Bible describes here as “worthless” and “wicked.”  He walks around with a “perverted heart” (ESV).  However, he doesn’t realize it, but he is living a precarious life that at any time “will be broken beyond healing” (ESV).
     Perhaps you have known individuals like these.  People whose “every gesture is suggestive.  Everything they say has a filthy connotation.” (McGee)  They seem not able to control the filth that pours from their mouth, and this is not always in the form of obscenities, but gossip, slander, sowing discord, and maliciousness may be the purpose.  J.L. Flores writes, “this man of wickedness makes his whole body a medium for the conveyance of his evil plans and desires.”  His whole body becomes, “as instruments of unrighteousness to sin…” (Romans 6:13, NKJV)  He is a conniver, one who can slip in unawares using flattering lips; he is able to conceal what he does with one of his innocent, yet evil, glances.  
     Evil is all around us.  It is becoming more and more open and prevalent following the desires of their father the devil.  Think of the man who was recently caught after stabbing seven people at WalMart.  Evil plans, perverse heart, and he was caught and justice will come down upon him, both in this life and the next if he does not repent and accept the Lord Jesus.  The term “walk” implies progression.  They grow more and more evil and wicked.  Their schemes become worse and worse not caring who gets hurt, in fact, they delight in hurting the innocent.  They may be silent outwardly using silent gestures, but inwardly their heart is seething and devising more and more evil.
     Going back to the words of Paul in Romans 6:13, “but present yourselves to God as being alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness to God.” (NKJV).  With evil growing and seemingly running rampant so much more the Christian should be salt and light to those around them.  In this darkened world, we are to be a light to show the way of Christ.  It is time to quit compromising with evil and give ourselves over to holy living.  “Be holy, for I am holy.” (1 Peter 1:16, NKJV) is not a suggestion.  Now is the time to quit compromising and using legalism as an excuse.  The CEV translates it this way, “That’s why the Scriptures say, ‘I am the holy God, and you must be holy too.’”  Watch out that you do not find yourselves practicing evil, be careful in your walk with the Lord; it is to be steadfast and sure.  J.B. Phillips in his translation puts verse 16 like this, “So brace up your minds, and, as men who know what they are doing…  be holy in every department of your lives, for the one who has called you is himself holy. The scripture says: ‘Be holy, for I am holy’.”

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

It is better to say nothing than to promise something that you don’t follow through on.”  –Ecclesiastes 5:5 (NLT)
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     I saw the welcoming committee.  My eyes first caught Dawson standing with his back against the bar.  When I entered he straightened up.  There were two men sitting at a table in front of Dawson slightly over to his left.  To the left of them was a man standing, then over to the far right were two more.  It was not a good situation.  I breathed a prayer.
     “Come in, Marshal.  We’ve been waiting for you,” came the words from one of the men sitting at the table.  He was the only one that was semi-dressed up, all the others were wearing range clothes, light jackets or vests.  And Dawson…he wore a black vest with a red shirt with dark pants.  His thumbs were in this gunbelt and there was a smirk on his face.
     I was hoping that Martin would move in to my right, but he knew I was right handed so he chose to go to the left.  The Greener was in my left hand, not good.  I didn’t know if I could fire off a shot holding it only in my left hand.  I pulled back both hammers, just in case.  
     “Who do I have the privilege of talkin’ to?” I asked the man at the table.  My eyes moved from him back to Dawson.  I didn’t think that Dawson would make a move until the man was finished with his spiel.
     He didn’t look like he had the qualities that McGinnis possessed, but I reckoned he was trying to take over the gang.  
     “Mike O’Brien,” he snapped while giving me a smile.  “Fellow sitting beside me is called ‘Digger,’ and don’t worry about the others.”  He didn’t bother to mention Dawson.
     I liked the fact that he wanted to talk.  Now, if I knew what I was facing when I entered, knowing that they were waiting to do me harm, I wouldn’t bother with the talking.  I’d cut loose with the Greener and let it speak for me.  “Always nice to know, whom I’m buryin’,” I replied, then glanced at the others.  “Hope you boys have some identification on you.”
     When I said that, Dawson took a step forward.  O’Brian put up his hand; he wanted to talk some more.  I was doing some mental planning.  I’d take out Dawson first then concentrate on the table, and hoped that Martin was up to the job.
     “Sure glad to know your name.  I’m sure that after the trial on Monday, I’ll be back up here to arrest you.”
     Slamming his hand on the table, O’Brian shouted, “McGinnis won’t make it to trial, and you’ll never make it back to Durango.”  He jumped to his feet, knocking the chair over and fired a pistol he had been holding.  That’s opened up the game.
     I felt the bullet hit me, and it caused me to raise the Greener up.  Firing, I blasted O’Brian and Digger who were still sitting at the table.  I was able to hold on to the shotgun, and one thing about buckshot you don’t have to aim.  I could hear other shots being fired, but my eyes went to Dawson who had drawn his gun.  He fired first at Martin.  That gave me time to draw my pistol and fire two quick shots at him, both hitting him square in the breastbone.  He fell back against the bar, his gun going off again but the bullet hit the ceiling.  My eyes went to the right.  I fired, hitting one man in the neck, the other shot at me, but ran out to the back.  
     A sound came from my left, a man was on the floor trying to raise his gun to shoot at me.  I fired, putting an end to his intentions.  That’s when I noticed that Deputy Martin was on the floor, his head in a pool of blood.  Glancing around at my opponents, I then dropped to check on Martin.  “He stood by me, so Lord help him,” I prayed kneeling to check on him.  He was still alive, but unconscious.  
     I raised my head to see if anyone was in the room that could fetch the doctor.  I saw a man peeking his head out from behind the bar.  He had been hiding there during the fight.  Standing, I cocked the pistol pointing it at him.  “Don’t shoot, I have nothing to do with them.”
     “They call me ‘Sparky.’  I own this place.”
     “Sparky, why don’t you run for Doc Minton.”
     He took off, and as he passed by me, I heard the sound of…

Echoes From the Campfire

No matter what is going on in my life, the good or the bad, a man must live his life. It was really that simple.”
                    –Chris Mullen  (Rowdy: Wild and Mean, Sharp and Keen)

       “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.”
                    –1 Peter 1:3 (NIV)
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“This is a Hallelujah chorus, and is something to be listened to and felt.  This is a blaze of glory that should be contemplated as a sublime sunrise or sunset, not subjected scientifically to prismatic analysis,” so wrote W. Graham Scroggie.  As we read the first portion of Psalm 148 what can we do but agree?

          1 — Praise the LORD!  Praise the LORD from the heavens; praise Him in the heights!
          2 — Praise Him, all His angels; praise Him, all His hosts!
          3 — Praise Him, sun and moon; praise Him, all you stars of light!
          4 — Praise Him, you heavens of heavens, and you waters above the heavens!
          5 — Let them praise the name of the LORD, for He commanded and they were created.
          6 — He also established them forever and ever; He made a decree which shall not pass away.  (NKJV)

“The highest purpose of all creation is to glorify God.  Whether they be in the heights of heaven or in the depths of the earth, this is the crowning reason for all that God has made.  All creatures find their ultimate purpose in rendering praise to the Lord.” (Lawson)  All creation is summoned to praise the Lord.  Now, I don’t know all there is to this.  I know that it is not pantheism, but there is something about nature that recognizes the Creator.  It is more of this nature, the heavenly bodies do not literally speak words of praise to God, but rather, they reflect the glory of God.  “They are silent, visible testifiers of the greatness of God.” (Lawson)
     When we see the laws of physics in operation they are reflecting the mind of God in His creation.  When we see them in operation (which is every moment of every day) we should praise the Lord for His magnificent creation.  Imagine the universal chaos without the laws of physics.  When we sit outside and watch the starry sky, their reflection is a sign of praise to the Creator.  When we gaze upon them, how can we not be in awe over the wonder of His vast creation of the universe?
          “Praise Him!  Praise Him!  tell of His excellent greatness;
          Praise Him!  Praise Him!   ever in joyful song!
                  –Fanny J. Crosby
     One thing regarding man’s free will is that we have the choice to praise God or not.  In fact, praise is actually an act of the will.  We must choose to praise Him.  No matter the times or seasons in which we find ourselves there is always something to praise the Lord for.  Praise Him for another day of life.  Praise Him for the breath you breathe and the respiratory system that He so wonderfully devised.  Praise Him for His goodness.  Praise Him for His providence, not only of the world and creation, but for your life.  Charles H. Spurgeon said, “When God is praised, we have come to the ultimatum.  This is the thing for which all other things are designed.”  In other words, praise Him for who He is.  Choose to praise Him in the good times and the bad; praise Him when the sun shines or when the storm howls.  Know Him for who He is and praise will come forth.
     One other way to praise the Lord is by reflecting Him in our lives.  This is so entangled with true worship.  Our lives should be one of worship, therefore, our lives should continually reflect Jesus and that will show forth in praise.  Living a righteous life is praise.  Reflecting the love of God is praise.  Showing acts of kindness and doing good to others is praise.  As the heavens reflect the Creator so should our life reflect Him.  William J. Petersen wrote, “It would seem that if the rest of creation is praising God, maybe we should join creation’s choir today and make it unanimous.”

          “All creatures of our God and King,
          Lift up your voice and with us sing,
               Alleluia, Alleluia!
          Thou burning sun with golden beam,
          Thou silver moon with softer gleam,
          O praise Him, O praise Him!
               Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!”
                     –Francis of Assisi (translated by William H. Draper)

 

Coffee Percs

I picked up the cup I had set on the porch and threw the last swallow and dregs off the porch. Taking the cup back inside I set it down on the table next to a candle.”

                    –D.C. Adkisson  (Outlaws of Boulder Canyon)
 
Glad yuh made it safe this mornin’, Pard.  There’s crazies out there on the road.  Why, just the other day, I was comin’ down towards Indian Creek on the curvy road and comin’ towards me was one of them lunatic drivers.  Yep, right at me, on the bridge, on my side of the road.  I pulled up on the ol’ steel mount, an’ I don’t know whether she was sleepin’, textin’, or jist bein’ plain obnoxious, but she saw me and got over jist in time.  Yep, Pard, plenty of crazies out there.
     Yuh put the crazies out there, along with the fruitcakes and the cupcakes and yuh have yurself a mess.  Yep, Pard, I’m a-tellin’ it to yuh straight–a mess.  Why Pard, jist the other day I read where the former President of these here United States was urgin’ men to have gay friends.  My mercy… He said that men need them as role models for their kids.  Pard, that’s an abomination an’ other things too; jist plain sick!  Makes me wonder how much longer.  Role models!!  What ever happened to the Lone Ranger?  Guess he rode off and stayed “lone.”
     That’s a good enough reason to not be drinkin’ those cinos.  Give me some strong, hot, black coffee, no matter the weather.  Why, Pard, yuh start waterin’ down yur coffee, addin’ a little of this and a little of that, well, what I’m a-sayin’ is that yuh might start to be waterin’ down yur believin’ as well.  Speakin’ of coffee, how’s that taste this mornin’?  Good, it’s makes the ol’ gizzard want to start singin’ a song.
     There’s enough bein’ said ’bout toxic masculinity.  Why, Pard, I remember when men were men an’ women were glad of it.  Now, accordin’ to the former President of these United States, he’s wantin’ men to uplift men who wear lace.  Listen, Pard, and listen straight–don’t ever forget that every minute of this life we’re in a war.  The devil don’t take no vacations from tryin’ to gather in yur souls to his outfit, or break yuh apart wantin’ to make yuh no use to the Lord’s.  Ride for the brand of the Lord and keep all yur weapons ready, oiled, and loaded.  Yuh never know when yuh might come face to face with one of them spiritual ogres.  But then don’t yuh be forgettin’ them little imps that come at yuh from all directions durin’ the day.  Pard, the fight don’t ever stop, so yuh can’t ever be lettin’ down yur guard.
     “Nough said, this mornin’, ‘sides the coffeepot has done gone dry.  I know yuh want to be on yur way ‘fore I ask yuh to wash the pot.  Jist throw the dregs in the sink, I’ll take care of it, an’ yuh can be sure yur cup will be clean for our next visit.  Yuh be ridin’ tall in the saddle, alert and wary…an’ along with that be sure an’ check yur cinch.
     Vaya con Dios.