Echoes From the Campfire

We just didn’t have much give-up in us.  We always kept plugging away.”
              –Louis L’Amour  (The Lonely Men)

    “So then, brace up and reinvigorate and set right your slackened and weakened and drooping hands and strengthen your feeble and palsied and tottering knees.”
              –Hebrews 12:12 (AMPC)
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Friend, what type of wilderness have you found yourself in today?  Are you weak, struggling, wondering?  Remember, there is, like the words of the song:

         “One more river to cross,
          One more mountain to climb,
          One more valley that I got to go through…”
                 –Dottie Rambo

Or maybe you are traveling down that long, lonesome highway.  We get tired, no matter what type of journey and wilderness we are traveling through.  Weariness comes our way, and we wonder if we can lift the tired feet one more step.  The drudgery of life may be getting to you; tired of the same old thing.  Over and over again life seems to come at you.  There are two keys to overcoming.  The first is–you can take one more step.  Second, you must trust in the Lord.  Even in the midst of fatigue, in the midst of the wearisome travel, trust in the Lord.  
    Take a moment, take a deep sigh, and then think of the reasons why you want to quit.  Why are you weary?  Why are you discouraged and despondent?  Are there any survival skills you have neglected, especially spiritual?  Maybe you’re not into the Word enough.  Perhaps your prayer life has dwindled.
    Not all wilderness travels are dry, but the wilderness is often associated with the wasteland.  Many times when we find ourselves in the wilderness, it is because our souls are dry, yearning for the cool water of the Spirit to quench our thirst, to bathe us.  Many people are like those being led by Moses.  Their lives are dependent upon the water holes; from one water hole to the next.  Water is essential for life.  If not following the Guide, they may start to wander; they may find themselves lost.
    It is not hard to get lost in a strange region.  I have always been amazed how those that lived in this land during those hard-fought pioneer days moved around without maps and found their way.  But for everyone who was able to do that, there was one poor soul lost in the wasteland.  When this happens one of the most important things to do is look for landmarks.  Get them pinpointed in your mind and do not stray from them.  To be lost is a frightful thing.  The landmarks are there to guide you to the next water hole; those areas of rest and refreshment.
    Keep moving; now is not the time to stall out on your journey.  Lift your tired feet, move those fatigued legs and keep going one step after another.  Look up to find the landmarks that point the way to water.  “Landmarks!” you cry, “I don’t see the landmarks!”  Hopefully, you are holding a Bible in your hands as you read this.  In that Bible there are landmarks to guide you through the wilderness that may appear in your life.  Clear your mind from listening to false reports and blind trails and remember the promises that God has given you.  Add those promises to your prayers.
    Learning how to travel is of tremendous importance to the stranger in the desert wilderness.  The oppressive sun is always a threat.  The sometimes overwhelming desire just to stop the wandering, to lie down and quit.  No!  Keep plodding forward toward the distant peaks, those landmarks.  The peak is a guide; on the way you’ll find water.  You’ll make it if you don’t quit!
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Today in the Texas Revolution:  Houston orders Martin, Baker, and Seguin to guard his retreat delaying Santa Anna’s army from crossing the Brazos River.

Echoes From the Campfire

Be bold and brave.  Grow like the pine.  Work and ride and play that you may be strong.  Talk straight.  Love your brother.  Give half to your friend.  Honor your mother that you may honor your wife.  Pray and listen.”
              –Zane Grey  (The Rainbow Trail)

    “For the Lord is the one who shaped the mountains, stirs up the winds, and reveals his thoughts to mankind. He turns the light of dawn into darkness and treads on the heights of the earth. The Lord God of Heaven’s Armies is his name!”
              –Amos 4:13 (NLT)
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Last week “I Pitched My Tent in Beulah Land,” but right now I’ve decided to find my “Dwelling in Beulah Land.”  That chorus just won’t stop, going on three weeks now.  As you read the words to this grand old song, ask yourself if you are dwelling in Beulah Land.  And to change things around, I must start with the chorus first.

                        “I’m living on the mountain, underneath a cloudless sky (praise God!)
                         I’m drinking at the fountain that never shall run dray;
                         Oh yes! I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply,
                         For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.”
                                 –C. Austin Miles

The things of this world and its vain system have no hold on me.  I’ve taken off finally to the “High Lonesome.”  Nope, don’t mean I’ve gone back to the high country to escape the things of this evil world, but I’m living on God’s mountain.  The noise of the masses along with their lure is removed from my ear.  There’s something much better than falling under the control of the monolithic idol of technology and the screams of despair.

         “Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is falling,
          Then I know the sins of earth beset on ev’ry hand:
          Doubt and fear and things of earth in vain to me are calling,
          None of these shall move me from Beulah Land.”

The world is in chaos and confusion reigns.  Man’s opinion seems to override reason and truth.  There is despair and despondency and people look in vain to the gods of this world.  There is safety and security upon the mountain.  As long as I keep seeking and living within God’s Word none of the junk of this world lures me back.  The mountain is where I’ll stay.

         “Far below the storm of doubt upon the world is beating,
          Sons of men in battle long the enemy withstand:
          Safe am I within the castle of God’s Word retreating,
          Nothing then can reach me ’tis Beulah Land.”

My storm is the tempest raging in the world.  Across the land people are moaning and groaning.  They dislike anything that goes against their dreams of fantasy.  They suffer cruel anxieties and can find no rest, no hope.  That is because they are self-centered, dreaming of being autonomous and trying to rid God from their thoughts.  I find no alarm from what they say or do.  They do not beckon me; they have no hold on me.  They may try to find fault, but they cannot unless they completely deceive themselves.  Not for me to be riled and fret for I’m going to live on the mountain.

         “Let the stormy breezes blow, their cry cannot alarm me;
          I am safely sheltered here, protected by God’s hand:
          Here the sun is always shining, her there’s naught can harm me,
          I am safe forever in Beulah Land.”

Instead of the evil in the world, I choose to look at the wondrous works of God.  Instead of being wearied by man’s vain philosophies, I choose to contemplate the voice of the Lord as it comes from His Word.  Instead of following the maze of man’s wonderings, I choose to follow the guiding hand of the Holy Spirit.  Don’t go looking for my address down there among the pagan and heathen.  Nope, I up on the high slopes living on the mountain.  Enjoying the life He has given me.  I am blessed beyond measure.

         “Viewing here the works of God, I sink in contemplation,
          Hearing now His blessed voice, I see the way He planned:
          Dwelling in the Spirit here I learn of full salvation,
          Gladly will I tarry in Beulah Land.”

Come on friends, look at that chorus again.  Makes the toes start to wiggle.  I may no longer be able to clog in the kitchen, but I can sure shuffle in the living room.

                        “I’m living on the mountain, underneath a cloudless sky, (praise God!)
                         I’m drinking at the fountain that never shall run dry;
                         Oh, yes!  I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply,
                         For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.”
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This day in the Texas Revolution:  The Goliad Massacre–Fannin and nearly 400 Texas are executed by order of Santa Anna, while at the same time Houston and his army are camped near San Felipe de Austin.

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Doc ambled over to us and sat down.  Molly got up to get him a cup of coffee.  “Thank you, Molly.  Are you going to need Edith for the lunch rush?” he asked.
    “I don’t think so, Doc.  Alana and I can handle it; Anihu will do the cooking,” replied Molly.
    “Charlie, tell Doc about Marta,” I piped in.  “Get his take on it.”
    He proceeded to tell him about Marta’s amnesia, what the doctor in Taos had said, and how she was acting.  I was only partly listening as I was watching the stranger as Alana approached the table to get his order.
    He was shaking his head “no,” and then pointed in our direction.  Then I heard him raise his voice, “Get her!”
    Doc was running his hand down his chin over and over pondering what Charlie had said.  “Charlie, did she know everyone at the wreck site?”
    Charlie was just forming an answer when Alana came to the table.  “Senora Molly, the man, he will not let me wait on him.  He says only you.  What is it that I should do?” asked Alana, very concerned.
    I started to say something, but Molly put her hand on my arm while she spoke to Alana.  “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.”  She got up and started over to his table.
    Now the three of us were watching and I could see a smirk begin to form on the man’s face.  He reached out and touched her hand and she immediately jerked it away.  She was shaking her head “no” to something he said, then he became agitated and bellowed, “Sit down, I said!”
    With that Molly pointed to the door and started to walk away.  The man kicked his chair over and stood up.  As he did I followed suit, only with the Greener in my hand.  I had cocked it as I stood up.  Molly saw my actions and veered off to her left so if something was to happen she wouldn’t be in the line of fire.
    For several tense seconds we stood looking at each other.  His smirk had changed to a snarl.  “Mister, I don’t take that from any woman!” he uttered venom spewing forth.  “They obey, or they get hurt!”
    “You touch her, or any of the ladies here and they will be the last ones you touch,” I threatened.
    “You’re scaring me plumb to death, mister,” he replied, never once looking at my shotgun, only my eyes.  
    I raised the barrel slightly and said, “There’s the door, get out!”
    He gave a wry grin.  “You going to throw me out?” he taunted.
    “I’ll carry you out.”
    “That would be murder,” he muttered, still with that smart-alec smile on his face.  He then looked over to where Molly was standing.  “Why don’t you have the other waitress come take my order?”
    Molly with grim features, replied to his remark.  “I don’t think so.  My husband has asked you to leave.  It would be good that you go, I don’t like to clean blood off the floor.”
    The tension was getting thicker.  He looked at Molly with the smirk he had when he first sat down.  “You’re husband?  He best be taking care he doesn’t rub a man the wrong way.”. He sneered, then kicked the chair that was knocked over and turned and started to walk out.  As he got to the doorway, he stopped and turned his head to look at Molly again.  “I’ll be seeing you.”  He pushed the door open and walked out.
    I waited, still standing in case he lingered by the windows or came back.  I could hear Molly slowly approaching off to my right.  After a minute, Charlie muttered, “Uncock that scattered gun will yuh, Miles?”
    With his admonition I uncocked the gun and sat down, putting it across my lap.  Molly reached for the coffeepot on the stove and filled her cup.  “Let me top yours off,” she said and began to fill our cups as well.
    After putting the pot back on the stove I noticed Alana standing there wringing her hands.  “It’s okay, Alana,” Molly assured her.  She turned her attention to me with a quizzical look on her face.
    Doc had taken a sip and then broke the silence.  “What was that all about?”
    “I have no idea.  He came in earlier, no trouble, but I didn’t feel right about him,” I informed him.  “As we were walking back from the depot he bumped into me, now this.”
    “Don’t feel right,” mumbled Doc.  “What do you mean, don’t feel right?”
    “Charlie knows, it’s something we get as lawmen; sort of a sixth sense.”
    “Humpf,” he grunted.  “Ever been wrong about a person?”
    “Rarely,” I allowed.  “Now repeat what you said about Marta before we were interrupted.”
    Doc started to speak but Molly beat him to it, “Merker?”
    Before I could answer, shots rang out.  We saw people scurrying about on the street and Charlie was already up and running out the door.  He was out the door, before I was out of my chair, then…

Echoes From the Campfire

I like a man who will insist on doing right even in difficult times.”
              –Stephen Bly  (Hard Winter at Broken Arrow)

    “Doing what is righteous and just is more acceptable to the Lord than sacrifice.”
              –Proverbs 21:3 (HCSB)
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Here we are back at Psalm 18 (HCSB).  Right off the bat David proclaims that he is righteous (similar to Job).  Verse 21, says that he has not turned to wickedness.  Another version, “I have not turned from God to follow evil.”  It is one thing to trip, fall into sin, fail, and a completely different thing to follow after sin.  Take a look, meditate, and contemplate these verses throughout the week.  They are powerful.

    20 – The Lord rewarded me according to my righteousness; He repaid me according to the cleanness of my hands.
    21 – For I have kept the ways of the Lord and have not turned from my God to wickedness.
    22 – Indeed, I have kept all His ordinances in mind and have not disregarded His statutes.
    23 – I was blameless toward Him and kept myself from sinning.
    24 – So the Lord repaid me according to my righteousness, according to the cleanness of my hands in His sight.
    25 – With the faithful You prove Yourself faithful; with the blameless man You prove Yourself blameless;
    26 – with the pure You prove Yourself pure, but with the crooked You prove Yourself shrewd.
    27 – For You rescue an afflicted people, but You humble those with haughty eyes.
    28 – Lord, You light my lamp; my God illuminates my darkness.
    29 – With You I can attack a barrier, and with my God I can leap over a wall.
    30 – God—His way is perfect; the word of the Lord is pure. He is a shield to all who take refuge in Him.

When I read this it seems that David is almost bragging on his God, and stating facts about his own life.  Because I did this, God did that.  We can say the same things, but only if we act in the same manner as David.  When we keep His commandments and keep our hands (feet, eyes, mouth, etc.) clean he will repay us accordingly.
    One thing I see in these verses that is not openly stated, but is definitely implied is the concept of obedience.  “I kept”, “I was blameless”, “I have not turned”.  David obeyed the commands and precepts of the Lord.  He did things in the proper manner.  Another aspect seen which relates to obedience is faithfulness.  When David was faithful, God was faithful.  
    There is also the idea of light.  Verse 28, we live in darkness; we all have darkness; the world is darkness, but the Word came bringing light. (see John 1:1-8)  The light of the world has come in the person of Jesus Christ.  No longer is the world completely dark, but there is now a great Light.  Man cannot escape the light.  The only way he may avoid the light is to cover himself.  He can hide from the light, but in his hiding he is only proving that there is a Light shining brightly.
    With the Lord on our side, victory, security, and safety are ours.  We have that assurance.  God is always faithful and loyal to us, in return we should be faithful and loyal to Him.  One other thing to notice:  this is not defensive, but offensive in nature.  If I am obedient and faithful, if I do my duty when I then “can attack a barrier…[and] leap over a wall.”  The RSV states, “crush a troop…”  I like verse 29 in the NLT, “In your strength I can crush an army; with my God I can scale any wall.”
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Today in the Texas Revolution:  On March 24, General Antonio Gaona departs Bexar eastward towards Nacogdoches.