Echoes From the Campfire

It was a person’s actions that defined them. It was up to them to choose what kind of man they’d be; where to draw the line and how to conduct themselves, so that their integrity shone through.”

                    –Andrew Weston  (Trouble on the Smoky Hill Trail)

       “Obey God’s message! Don’t fool yourselves by just listening to it.”
                    –James 1:22 (CEV)
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Until we die we will be influenced by our parent’s teaching, or a parent-figure.  Hopefully, it is for good.  Some may run from it and by doing so are being influenced though in a negative way.  Read and ponder these verses from Proverbs 6 carefully; keep in mind as you read the concept of your heavenly Father giving you His instructions.

          20 — My son, keep your father’s command, and do not forsake the law of your mother.
          21 — Bind them continually upon your heart; tie them around your neck.
          23 — When you roam, they will lead you; when you sleep, they will keep you; and when you awake, they will speak with you.
          24 — For the commandment is a lamp, and the law a light; reproofs of instruction are the way of life.”  (NKJV)

     Bob Beasley tells us that “God’s lessons need to be fixed in the learner’s heart if they are to be effective.  We must internalize them by contemplation and memorization, and then apply them to all the situations we encounter in our daily walk.”  I might also add that we are to be learning throughout life.  New lessons, new training that fit current life experiences.  Training is continuous throughout life.
     Learning, training, discipline–they help us avoid the pitfalls of sin.  They keep us alert and help us make wise decisions. They warn us of dangers along the pathway of life.  We need to incorporate God’s Word into every aspect of our lives to help guide us through the treachery and deceitfulness of sin that is offered to us by the world.  When we internalize, practice and obey God’s truth, we can more readily recognize the lies of the enemy.  
     “The Word of God in the mind and heart is like a guide who leads us on the safe path and protects us from attacks.  It’s also like a friend who talks to us and counsels us along the way.” (Warren Wiersbe)  The more of the Word that is in us, the more easily the Holy Spirit can aid us for He acts upon the Word that is in us.  Wiersbe also points out the negative, “If the Word is not in us there is a gradual erosion of the spiritual life, from light to darkness, and with this erosion comes a deterioration of Christian character.”
     The Word of God is like a lamp.  A light that cannot be carried with us “will be useless to a man who has to find his way home in the dark on an uneven road” (J.L. Flores).  This light comes from the Holy Spirit using the Word of God in our lives.  Wherever we go we are to walk in the light of His Word.  It reminds me of the song that was learned back in my early Sunday School days as a child, “”While walking in the light of God, I sweet communion find; I press with holy vigor on, And leave the world behind” (J.W. VanDe Venter).  This light comes from a source outside ourselves; it comes from the Holy Spirit using the Word of God in our lives.  Wherever we go we are to walk in the light of His Word!
     Look again at verses 22 and 23:

          22 — When you walk, they will lead you; when you lie down, they will watch over you; and when you awake, they will talk with you.
          23 — For the commandment is a lamp and the teaching a light, and the reproofs of discipline are the way of life.  (ESV)

Notice, there is a lamp, a light to help guide our way.  Dan Dick writes, “As we grow in our Christian lives, the commandments and laws of God are like lamplight to our eyes.  They guide us and warm us, and fill us with that little something extra which makes our travel easy.”  Get in the practice of not only speaking to God in conversational prayer, but also focusing your mind on the concepts and precepts of God’s Word.  Let them filter through the issues, confrontations, battles, storms, and everyday experiences that come your way each day.
     A true warrior lives his training!  Get this!  Read these verses again.  This instruction “is a keeper, a guide, and a lamp to those only who keep it.” (Flores)  It is one thing to know and another to put what you know into practice.  We must always be learning, in training, and therefore, always putting it into practice and action.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Dreaming all the time instead of working is foolishness.  And there is ruin in a flood of empty words.  Fear God instead.”  –Ecclesiastes 5:7 (NLT)
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     I tried to get comfortable, but that’s hard to do on those old wooden bench seats in the passenger car.  I used my jacket, and Osian gave me a blanket to help cushion my hip as I sort of slouched down on the seat.  The conductor frowned that I was taking up two seats, but my badge made him not say anything, just grunt.  John Smith was with me and I will say he helped me up the steps and into the car.  I didn’t handcuff him, but also didn’t give him a gun.
     Osian had brought us to the station in a carriage he picked up from one of the liveries in town.  I appreciated the fact that he personally drove me to the station and didn’t delegate it to one of the deputies.  If he survived, he’ll make a good lawman.  Bill Martin, according to Doc Minton, would be laid up for over a month, and probably longer before he could go back on regular duty.  He could help out Lucious in the jail, and do paperwork for Osian.  Then again, he might decide that his marshaling days are over.  I wasn’t able to see him before I left, but told Osian I’d be back in a couple of months and that the Sheriff would be making his scheduled rounds.  But I also told him that if there was something urgent not to hesitate to contact me.
     Molly would be waiting for me when the train came into the station as I had sent her a telegram, or had Lucius do it for me.  I also sent one to Charlie telling him that I was bringing John Smith with me.  I had sort of come to the thinking that he should be set free.  I gave Charlie the name of Jesse Moreland, the rancher who Smith said he worked for.  I’m sure Charlie would be checking that out.
     “Thank you Lord,” I muttered a short prayer as the train pulled from the station.
     “What was that?” questioned Smith, turning partially around as he was in the seat in front of me.  “Were you talkin’ to me?”
     I smiled, adjusting myself.  “No, just a little prayer thankin’ the Lord that I’m on this train headin’ home.  I remember the time when it took two days to get down to Durango.  I wouldn’t be able to make that ride in my current condition.”
     “Hmpf, from what I heard Doc say you shouldn’t be makin’ it now.”
     Shakin’ my head, “Nope, it’s time to be gettin’ home.”
     He was still looking back at me.  “You have something else on your mind, Smith?”
     “Uh, Marshal, I just want to thank you for not makin’ me ride in cuffs.  They’re not comfortable, an’ well, it’s downright embarrassin’.” 
     I looked him right in the eyes, holding my stare for several seconds before answering.  “Mr. Smith, I’m takin’ you at your word.  I’m hopin’ you’ll not disappoint me and make me shoot you before we get to Durango.”
     “No, Marshal, you can trust me,” he paused and was silent, still looking back at me.  Then he spoke again, “And I reckon yur right, the Lord is good.  I could be dead.  You could be dead,” he paused, then shaking his head he turned back around.
     I was plum tuckered out.  My wounds hurt, especially the one over my hip.  I couldn’t find a position where I was comfortable and able to find relief.  I had to trust Smith, and the Lord, for I knew I would sleep most of the way.  The Greener was leaning against the side of the car not far from my head and I laid my hand on the butt of my pistol.
     I woke up at the water stops due to that blasted horn blowin’, but went right back to sleep and didn’t wake up until the stop at Hermosa.  From there it wasn’t far into Durango.  Arriving at the station, I saw Charlie with Lucas waiting.  I couldn’t see Molly but I was certain she was there.  Smith had to help me to my feet as I was stiff from sitting and my hip was throbbing.  He grabbed my shotgun, and my eyes opened wide, waiting.  “It’s alright, I’m just carryin’ it for you.  Put your arm around me shoulder.”
     He had the Greener and if I put my good arm around his shoulder, I would be helpless.  Guess I had to trust him.  I prayed silently, “Lord, don’t let me be wrong.”
     As soon as Charlie saw me on top of the steps, he rushed to help Smith get me down.  Once reaching the platform, I took the Greener from Smith who released it willingly, then looked for Molly.  She was walking toward me from where there was a buggy.  My face lit up with a big smile.  Such was the reason for coming home.  “Come here,” I said, opening my arms.  She hesitated, looking me over and worried about my wounds, then gently pulled me close to her.  Oh, the comfort, that did more for my aching wounds than any salve the doctor could have given me, and it calmed my soul much better than laudanum ever could.
     “Let’s go home, Miles.  I’ve stew on the stove, and Emelda sent up some of her cheese enchiladas.”  We moved slowly to the buggy, with Lucas following behind.  Between the two of them they got me situated.  Lucas told Molly that he’d be up in a little while to take care of the buggy.
     I groaned as I sat back, but there was a smile on my face…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

The fragrance of young grass responding to the rains made a magic like nothing else ever known. It rose upon a new warmth, gentle, moist, and living, from the unlocked vitality of the earth itself—the smell of hope, of promise, of a world reborn. Under the ground and upon it and in the air, every winter-deadening thing awoke, turned young and eager; and human hearts rose singing in answer.”

                    –Alan LeMay  (The Unforgiven)

       “‘But let him who boasts boast in this, that he understands and knows me, that I am the LORD who practices steadfast love, justice, and righteousness in the earth.  For in these things I delight,’ declares the LORD.”
                    –Jeremiah 9:24 (ESV)
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Always wanted to sing, never was much of a hand at it though.  In my teenage years the youth of our church would go to Denver for YFC meetings where they often had singings or if the Blackwood Brothers were nearby go listen to them.  A couple of my friends and I thought we’d give it a whirl.  We had a trio and sang in church.  Of course the church folk enjoyed seeing the youth involved; either that or they were too polite to say anything.  One day we taped ourselves and played it back.  Needless to say, that was the end of my singing days.  That to some would be a song in their ears and they were probably singing praises that I wasn’t taking it up as a profession.  
     Psalm 149 is a song of praise.  It is a call to praise God and “was used by the army of Israel as well as by the people in their worship of God” (NKJV Study Bible).   It is a new song, one that comes from the heart, one that comes from being in the family of God.  I believe that much of our praise is phony and we praise only when God intervenes in our lives, but we should be giving Him the praise all the time.  Matthew Henry wrote, “Be not afraid of saying too much in the praises of God; all the danger is of saying too little.”

          1 — Praise the LORD!  Sing to the LORD a new song, and His praise in the assembly of saints.
          2 — Let Israel rejoice in their Maker; let the children of Zion be joyful in their King.
          3 — Let them praise His name with the dance; let them sing praises to Him with the timbrel and harp.
          4 — For the LORD takes pleasure in His people; He will beautify the humble with salvation.  (NKJV)

     “Praising God is the highest privilege afforded to the saints.” (Steven Lawson)  If we have been born again, we have been given a new song.  Your song, my song, are similar in that respect but after that we sing from our own experiences with the Lord.  We are similar in that we recognize the glory of the Lord, of who He is, but each of us have been ministered to by the Holy Spirit in different ways, thus giving us a personal song.
     George Wood puts it this way, “Your solo is quickly surrounded by the voices of the mighty choir to which you belong.  Sorrow banished.  No tears.  Just joy–undiminished infectious joy.”  Worshiping God, giving Him praise should never become ritualistic, but should come from who we are in Him.  Remember, praise is an act of the will.  We must choose to praise Him.  We are no longer in bondage to sin, we are no longer exiled from His presence.  Why, just to think of that makes me want “to clog in the kitchen” (private joke).  But there is truth.  I’m no waltzer, and I surely don’t tip-toe through the tulips, if I do any dancing it will be clogging, or maybe now at my age, “shuffling in the hallway.”
     Lawson relates that we are to sing a new song which is the song of the redeemed.  However it can “be an old song sung in a new day with a new awareness of its truthfulness and importance.”  By praising we are “boasting in the Lord.”  Paul writes, “Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord,” (1 Corinthians 1:31, ESV) and again in 2 Corinthians 10:17, “Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.” (ESV)  Brag on what God has done for you.  Praise Him, boast on His glory, His working in your life, what He has done and what He will continue to do.  
     Just because I cannot carry a tune.  Just because I sound more like the howling of a wolf does not mean I do not praise or sing.  My heart is always singing.  I recall the words to a song we sang often in church when I was growing up:  

          “I have a song that Jesus gave me,
          It was sent from heav’n above;
          There never was a sweeter melody,
          ‘Tis a melody of love.

                In my heart there rings a melody,
               There rings a melody with heaven’s harmony;
               In my heart there rings a melody;
               There rings a melody of love.”
                        –Elton M. Roth

I try to begin each morning with praise and thanksgiving to the Lord.  Another night, another day He has given me.  Songs ripple through my soul, and though I don’t always verbalize them, for the sake of your ears, they are there–my song of redemption, my song of praise.  Say, why don’t you add yours to it?

 

Coffee Percs

It’s also poor manners not to offer a stranger a cup of coffee after inviting him into a camp, and you’re hopeful these men will conduct themselves decently.” 

                    –Robert Peecher  (Through a Land Accurst)
 
Grab yur cup and sit yurself down an’ take a long swaller.  Pard, yur gonna need it after I tell yuh what I’m fixin’ to tell yuh.  Jist when yuh think yu’ve heard it all, well, at least most of what is worth hearin’ something else comes down the pipe to make yuh git the trembles of what this might mean.  Go ahead, take another swaller an’ I can fill yur cup up again before I tells yuh what I’m gonna tell yuh.
     Ready, an’ I got this from Glenn Beck, “Soul-erasing interview with murdered victim proves we’re slipping into post-human dystopia.”  Yep, I see yur eyes a buggin’ out.  I went to the dictionary to make sure I knew what “dystopia” was.  This is what I read, “An imagined state or society in which there is great suffering or injustice, typically one that is totalitarian or post-apocalyptic.”  My mercy… are we speakin’ of the man of lawlessness appearin’ and rulin’?
     Beck asked this question, and I want yuh to ponder it some whilst yur workin’ on that third cup.  “What does it truly mean to be alive if in death you’re more useful?”  Here’s what took place.  Yuh remember that scoundrel of a so-called journalist Jim Acosta?  Well, it seems that he had an interview with a dead man, and now get this, the dead man talked with him.  Yep, the dead man was AI generated.  Makes yuh wonder who programmed the dead man to answer, or if it programmed itself.  Think if it, Pard, interviewing the dead an’ all sorts of nonsense could be made up; yuh talk about manipulation.  Plus the idea of speakin’ with the dead is jist plum evil.  Ol’ King Saul found out about that when he wanted to bring Samuel back.  My mercy, when Samuel appeared it put the heebie-jeebies into Saul along with the witch who sure wasn’t expectin’ Samuel to show up.  Evil, conversin’ with the dead.
     Back to the AI conversation.  The dead man, answered Acosta’s question about gun violence with this, “We need to create safe spaces for conversations and connection, making sure everyone feels seen and heard.  It’s about building a culture of kindness and understanding.”  An unrealistic utopia, one that socialism promises, but fails over and over.  
     And that’s not all Pard, the Mouth of California, yep, ol’ Pelosi herself stated that the priority of the Democratic Party is to, “push to expand transgender surgeries for minors.”  Pard, that’s playin’ with fire, the fire an’ brimstone from heaven.  Plus there’s the push for Denver to hold the Gay Olympics.  Why I never heard of such a thing.  It seems that Denver has a $50 million deficit and is expecting a $200 million one in 2026.  Mercy, what happened to the revenue from all that “pot”?  I thought they were supposed to be part of the mainstream, but they have to have their own month, their own special days, and now their own olympics.  
     Pard, what’s that sound I’m a-hearin’?  Could it be, surely?  Gabriel turnin’ up his trumpet.  Check that spiritual cinch an’ get ready for the ride.  Pard, there’s a great day a-comin’ an’ I reckon it’s a-comin’ soon!  Hmmm, Pard, if an AI came into camp, a dead man, would yuh have to be offerin’ it a cup of coffee?
     Vaya con Dios.