Echoes From the Campfire

But greed had a way of being all consuming. It burrowed into your mind so that all you thought about was money or gold.”
                    –B. S. Dunn  (Last Stand in Sanctuary)

       “Let the lowly brother glory in his exaltation, but the rich in his humiliation, because as a flower of the field he will pass away.”
                    –James 1:9-10 (NKJV)
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Here we see in Proverbs 10:15 another contrast.  This time it is the wealthy versus the one in poverty.

          “The rich man’s wealth is his strong city; The destruction of the poor is their poverty.” (NKJV)

Wealth can bring many things, some of them good, some of them bad.  Much is on how wealth is used.  The rich must be careful not to make their wealth an idol thinking that it can cure and help in any situation.  Bob Beasley reminds us that the “fleeting riches of this life protect us from very little.”  Pestilence can run wild in a city, terror and evil are still rampant, life is in a rush.  It is a mistake to look upon wealth as a “strong city.”  It cannot secure us from the evils of life.  J.L. Flores warns us about this thinking, “Strongholds can be undermined, and those who had trusted in their strength have been destroyed by that very confidence.”
     There are over 900 billionaires in the United States.  Man, sometimes despairingly, seeks wealth.  I think of the gold rush back in the 19th-century.  “Pikes Peak or Bust” and most of them busted.  Or the slogan, “In God we trusted, in Kansas we busted” as many did not even reach the gold fields.  Gold, the symbol of wealth, is elusive.  It often causes delusions in those who seek it.  Think of the great disaster of October 1929 when the Stock Market crashed.  Some lost everything and could not handle that loss and took their own lives. See, the problem is not wealth; the problem is making it a god.  So often the old adage regarding wealth is true:  Here today–gone tomorrow.  The prophet Jeremiah tells us, “Nor let the rich man glory in his riches.” (9:23, NKJV)
     Then there is the poor man.  What more can be done to the poor?  They are already down and out.  What hope do they have?  They cannot turn to their riches, their money.  If they have it, most likely they squandered it foolishly.  They live daily in their destruction, destitute, homeless, addicted, stricken and many without hope.  It is important that both the rich and poor realize “that the blessedness of life here does not consist in what a man has, but in what he is.” (Flores)  You for sure can’t take it with you.  What is the saying, “I’ve never seen a hearse with a trailer hitch”?
     Those with wealth are expected to be a good steward and use it wisely for the kingdom of God.  They should know that to whom much is given, much will be required.  They are required to share their blessings, and I will say many do, but then…why do they share?  Heavy heart, guilty conscience, appease the soul, do penance or is it out of a love for God?  Jesus gave a warning that we find in Luke 12:15, “…Take heed and beware of covetousness, for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of the things he possesses.” (NKJV)  Listen, wealth may be a curse, poverty may be a curse, “but a good conscience, a godly character, is a continual feast.” (Flores)

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Wisdom or money can get you almost anything, but it’s important to know that only wisdom can save your life.”  –Ecclesiastes 7:12 (NLT)
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     There was a chill in the air as I rode into Towaoc.  Not much of a village to say the least.  There was one adobe building, a corral with a stall for maybe two horses, and half a dozen jacals.  The adobe looked to be some sort of trading post, and it made me wonder if they were not selling liquor.  I needed information regarding the murders, but I’d also check into that.  
     I threw the reins over the hitching rail, I knew that Hawk wouldn’t go anywhere, then unbuttoned my coat.  I wanted to be able to get to my pistol if needed; I carried the Greener in my left hand.  Upon entering the building I took a couple of steps to my left knowing I needed to let my eyes adjust.  It was dark in the building, with only two small windows on each side and one in front.  There were two figures in front of me, one sitting at a table, the other behind a counter, but I couldn’t make anything else out about them.
     “Welcome,” came the voice from the man standing, then he added “Bienvendo.”  Perhaps he couldn’t see very well either and he wanted to cover both languages.  I gave a little wave then started towards the two men.  It was a homely place, a few blankets, pants, shirts, and some skirts and blouses for the ladies.  Some scarves and bandanas.  Not much else save a couple of ropes that looked to be made of horsehair.
     Moving up to the counter I nodded at the man sitting.  He had an empty bowl in front of him along with an empty coffee cup.  “Whiskey,” I ordered.
     “Senor, I do not carry such a thing.  You will need to go back to Cortez if you want to fulfill that desire.  We are poor here and most of our customers are Indians and it is forbidden to sell whiskey and the like to them.”
     “Coffee then,” and I pointed to the empty bowl.  “What was he eating?”
     A large grin appeared on the man’s face, “chili.”  
     “Bring me a bowl of that as well,” I ordered, then stepped to the table.  “May I?” I asked, pulling a chair from the table not waiting for an answer.  Looking at the man, I asked, “Is it good?”
     “Si,” he replied, then added, “muy caliente.”
     The man seemed to be in good shape.  He was thin, wiry to be exact and he looked as if he had seen hard times in his life, but had overcome them.  There was a little scar sitting on his cheek that ran to the top of a large, heavy moustache.  Sheepherder?  Doubtful.  
     As I sat, he asked, “Senor, what brings you to this little village?”  He paused with a smile on his face.  “Surely not to see if there was whiskey being sold.”  He let his eyes wander over me.  “Hmmm, not a marshal, certainly not the sheriff I know of Charlie Gold.”
     The bowl of chili was placed in front of me, so I didn’t answer the man until I had taken a bite.  I bowed my head first, saying a little prayer, then put my spoon into the mixture of beans, meat, onions, and pepper, I immediately felt the heat.  It was hot, which I didn’t mind.  Only when it is too hot to taste do I take a disliking to it.  I put on a little show for them and promptly hollered, “Aqua!”
     That brought a chuckle for the proprietor who offered, “Maybe you should pray again for relief.”  A smile appeared from the man sitting across from me.  He had caught on to my little act.
     After drinking half the glass of water that was given to me.  I took another spoonful, this time without reaction, swallowed, then looked at the man.  “To answer your question, I’m a Ranger.”  I took another bite.  “Perhaps one of you could give me some information.  I’m investigating the murder of some Navaho sheepherders.  Know anything about that?”
     The two men looked at each other.  The proprietor answered, “No, nothing in particular.  We too, heard there had been murders.”
     I nodded and continued to eat, then I asked, “I was told to ask for Charlie Two-Face and that he could give me some answers.”
     It became quiet and the proprietor left saying, “Let me get you some more coffee.”
     Looking at the man across from me, I took a chance.  “Charlie, what can you tell me?”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Men must struggle or they deteriorate.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (The Californios)

       “But if Christ is in you, your body is dead because of sin, yet your spirit is alive because of righteousness.”
                    –Romans 8:10 (NIV)
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         “Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness:  for they shall be filled.”  –Matthew 5:6 (KJV)

     Let me begin this with some background of the times in which it was written.  William Barclay does an able job explaining the life of the period.
               “The fact is that very few of us in modern conditions of life know what it is to be really hungry or really thirsty.  In the ancient world it was very different.  A working man’s wage was the equivalent of three pence a day, and, even making every allowance for the difference in the purchasing power of money, no man ever got fat on that wage.  A working man in Palestine ate meat only once a week, and in Palestine the working man and the day labourer were never far from the border-line of real hunger and actual starvation.
               It was still more so in the case of thirst.  It was not possible for the vast majority of people to turn a tap and find the clear, cold water pouring into their house.  A man might be on a journey, and in the midst of it the hot wind which brought the sand-storm might begin to blow.  There was nothing for him to do but to wrap his head in his burnous and turn his back to the wind, and wait, while the swirling sand filled his nostrils and his throat until he was likely to suffocate, and until he was parched with an imperious thirst.  In the conditions of modern western life there is no parallel at all to that.”
     I am thirsty just from reading that.  We may cry, “I’m thirsty,” but this beatitude is speaking of a deep thirst.  Not for real water but having an appetite for God.  There is an ongoing hunger for Him that is never fully satisfied.  The term means to have a “vehemet desire” or a “vividely expressed desire.”  Barclay refers to it as a “starving spirit.”  How thirsty are you for “righteousness”?
     There are actually three parts to righteousness.  The first is legal.  This is justification, a right relationship with God.  This was taken care of at the cross, but now we move into this meaning of this verse.  There is a moral righteousness which is an inner right-of-heart, mind, and motive.  Do you long to do right in all your motives?  Hmmm.  Then there is also social righteousness, this is outside of the private and is expressed in the community.  D.A. Carson says that the righteousness that Jesus is speaking of is “wholly to do God’s will from the heart.”  Barclay says, “It is the hunger of the man who is starving for food, and the thirst of a man who will die unless he drinks.”  That is the righteousness that we should and must have.
     The question is:  how intense is our desire for goodness, for righteousness?  The great author, Robert Louis Stevenson, wrote that “There is the malady of not wanting.”  Oh, we want all right.  We want this and we want that.  We want in our selfishness.  But…what do we hunger after?  We have a “jaded appetite.”  We want the calories of dessert or pizza or something that will fill the craving of our taste buds.  Friend that is not the same as spiritual hunger.  “Spiritual hunger is the characteristic of all God’s people.  Our supreme ambition is not material but spiritual.” (John Stott)  We want just a taste of righteousness but then we look at the things out there and we have a different type of hunger.  Listen, “Blessed is the man who hungers and thirsts for the goodness that is total.” (Barclay)
     We do not seek legal righteousness, that was taken care of at the cross.  To do this is crossing into legalism.  Longing and thirsting after salvation when it is already taken care of is not true hunger.  Our hunger should be after God’s righteous character.  To be like Him.  Oh, we can never reach that lofty goal.  But the key is, as Barclay writes, “Not necessarily the man who achieves this goodness, but the man who longs for it with his whole heart.”

 

Coffee Percs

He went in and drank his coffee, black and hot, and returned to the yard, pacing out through the long-thrown shadows of the poplars. The weathered juniper poles of the corral showed whitely in the moonlight; across the valley the outline of the hills was very clear.” 

                    –Ernest Haycox  (Saddle and Ride)
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          “Spring has sprung,
          And grass has riz,
          And everything that looks
          Like a weed, is!”
Now, Pard, that’s some fine verse for the springtime that is now upon us.  It was given to me by the missus, so reckoned I’d use it since Spring is now officially here.  These last few weeks has shor been some ride with the weather.  Cold, snow, and then some of the hottest weather on record in Arizony.
     Careful, Pard!  That coffee’s hot!  Yuh should be testin’ it before yur burn all the hair off’n yur tongue.  Be aware, cayn’t yuh feel the heat before yuh open your mouth?  That bring me to a thought.  I was out driving the highway the other day, yep takin’ my life into somebody else’s hand, and I noticed, and it’s not the first time, that there is little awareness of folks out there in those steel mounts.  They go over into yur lane likes they own it, then swerve back.  They’ll move from the far left to make their exit four lanes over to the right.  Just not bein’ aware of where they are or what they should be a-doin’. 
     Pard, lack of awareness can get yuh hurt mighty bad, or even kilt.  Yuh need to be aware of yur surroundin’s, of possible obstacles.  Why even walkin’ in the woods, yuh must be aware for an ol’ rattler or copperhead may be lurkin’ nearby.  Yuh might step in a hole, and break an ankle or worse fall on yur noggin’.  Pard, lack of awareness can get yur tonsils burnt if’n yuh swaller that hot coffee too quick-like.
     Yuh ponder that whilst I takes a swaller now.  Ahhh, good-delicious!  Pard, the same is true travelin’ our journey on the gloryland trail.  Ol’ slewfoot is out there with a myriad of devices, snares, traps, and deadfalls.  We travel, but we must be aware of what is around us.  Why we know he’s a prowlin’ ’round like an ol’ mountain puma.  But as the ol’ Apostle said we are not ignorant of his devices, traps, and snares.  An’ for shor our Guide will be pointin’ them out if we are aware of His instructions.   
     Pard, the good Lord has put another day, and hopefully another week in front of us.  He has made them for us, but that don’t negate our responsibility to be aware as we go through each and ev’ry day.  Pard, we have to cinch up tighter, look harder, sit straighter and have a clear focus on the trail ahead of us and what might jump out from the sides.  As the pioneers and settlers came they had to be aware of their surroundin’s.  There were vicious varmints, snakes, rocks and ruts in the trail, hostiles, and renegades waitin’ to do harm to the unsuspectin’.  It hasn’t changed much–the enemy is the same and he is still waitin’ for us to be droppin’ our guard.
     So Pard, check yur coffee ‘fore yuh drink.  Tighten yur cinch, keep yur Bible handy an’ yur gun loaded.  Keep movin’ onward an’ upward.
     Vaya con Dios.