Echoes From the Campfire

There are things more important than money.  There’s self-respect.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (Showdown at Yellow Butte)
 
       “For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil, for which some have strayed from the faith in their greediness, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.”
                    –1 Timothy 6:10 (NKJV)
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“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…”  The clods drop, but the wealthy person just lays there, his wealth doing him no good now.  Before looking at Proverbs 10:2, I want to look at the words of Solomon in Ecclesiastes, “Those who love money will never have enough.  How absurd to think that wealth brings true happiness!” (5:10, NLT)  I look at celebrities, at entrepreneurs, at politicians who gather in wealth by legal or illegal means and what does it get them.  In the long run, their hearse will not be pulling a U-Haul with their wealth in it to their grave.  “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…”  Two questions must be asked:  Where is your treasure?  How did you obtain it?

               “Treasures of wickedness profit nothing, but righteousness delivers from death.”  –NKJV
               “Treasures gained by wickedness do not profit, but righteousness delivers from death.”  — ESV
               “Ill-gotten gain has no lasting value, but right living can save your life.”  –NLT
 
     It’s a shame that money is needed in society to get by.  Money, to pay the bills; money to pay for the thrills.  There is nothing wrong with money as long as it stays in the right priority in one’s life and is not gotten by ill gain.  Bob Beasley writes, “Treasure gotten by theft, extortion, fraud and the like are really treasures of wrath, and not ‘treasure’ at all.”  Paul says, “But in accordance with your hardness and your impenitent heart you are treasuring up for yourself wrath in the day of wrath and revelation of the righteous judgment of God.” (Romans 2:5, NKJV)  Think of that–“treasuring up wrath.”  
     Let’s add the words of Jesus to this, from the Phillips’ translation:  “Don’t pile up treasures on earth, where moth and rust can spoil them and thieves can break in and steal.  But keep your treasure in Heaven where there is neither moth nor rust to spoil it and nobody can break in and steal.  For wherever your treasure is, you may be certain that your heart will be there too!” (Matthew 6:19-21)  There is a scene from one of my favorite movies, “Conagher,” where there is death in the bunkhouse.  The ranch owner asked, “What makes a man go to the bad?”  The cowpuncher, Johnny, answers, “It’s the money.”  Conagher replies, “Lord help us if that’s what it is.”
     Think for a moment.  Where was Enoch’s treasure?  It was walking with God.  And God treasured his faithfulness and his walk.  Moses, lived forty years in wealth and splendor all around him, but decided that there is a deeper, greater treasure than all the wealth of Egypt.  Naboth would not sell his vineyard to the king.  Ahab eventually gets the vineyard with the death of Naboth and with it came the “treasure of wrath,” a curse of God.  
     Remember the rich man, “So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom.  The rich man also died and was buried.  And being in torment in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.”  (Luke 16:22-23, NKJV)  Then there is the rich man who built new barns, and had many goods who said, “‘Soul, you have many goods laid up for many years, take your ease; eat, drink, and be merry.’  But God said to him, ‘Fool!  This night your soul will be required of you; then whose will those things be which you have provided?’  So is he who lays up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God!'” (Luke 12:19-21, NKJV)  The treasure of wrath.
     Wealth cannot deliver from death.  What joy is there in an abundance of wealth if not used wisely and properly?  One reason why many are philanthropists is that it eases the conscience and it touches something in their soul.  Pity the person who extorts and gets wealth by fraudulent means.  Their wealth cannot help them in the grave.  J.L. Flores says, “The richest man cannot purchase exemption from this law [of death] with all his wealth.”  Where is your treasure?  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

It is better to spend your time at funerals than at festivals.  For you are going to die, and you should think about it while there is still time.”  –Ecclesiastes 7:2 (NLT)
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     It took twenty minutes to travel the short distance to Doc’s house as virtually nobody had been on the streets.  I saw a light on in Solly’s Emporium but the walks hadn’t been cleared.  Maybe since it had stopped snowing, movement in town would begin.  I smiled as I walked by Solly’s.  I had been meaning to ask him if the new name had improved his business.
     I banged on Doc’s door, and was quickly answered by Edith.  “Miles, what in the world are you doing out in this weather?” she questioned, while at the same time opening the door and waved me in.
    After taking off my hat, and wiping my boots off on the mat by the door, I replied, “I may be an ol’ grouch, but I don’t plan on hibernatin’ for the winter.  Besides, I need Doc up at the jail.”
    There was some movement coming from the kitchen.  Doc appeared from around the corner.  “Doc, you need to come with me.  The prisoner who was wounded is throwin’ fits.”
     “Give me a minute to put on some boots and grab my coat.  Edith, will you fetch my bag from the office?”  Fifteen minutes later we were trudging back up the trail I had made.  Because of that, walking was easier and we made better time.
     Lucas was adding wood to the stove and had kept the door to the cell room open so more heat could enter there.  Lucius was no longer sitting on top of his brother who was lying on the cot very still with his eyes open.  Lucas handed me the key and I hastily opened the cell for Doc to enter.
     “Doc, uh, is he dead?” questioned his brother.  “I’ve never seen anyone sleep with their eyes open, and I checked to see if he was breathing.”
     There was no answer as Doc was busy shedding his coat, then pulling out the stethoscope from his bag.  “Hmm, good, good…”
     Lucius turned to look at me; I just shrugged.  Doc put his hand over the man’s eyes then pulled downward.  It was successful and the man’s eyes closed, and a deep sigh came from him.  
     Doc scratched his cheek then looked at us.  “Tell you the truth son, neither have I.  He is in something which is called a comatose state.  I really don’t know much about it.  There are some studies being done back East, but it seems that the injury to his head caused it.”
     “Doc, he just jumped up, then started banging his head against those bars.  I had to force him down and after getting him on the cot sat on him so’s he couldn’t get up.  I thought he was going loco.”
     “Can I be of help?” came the voice from the doorway.  It was Rev. Chapman.
     “Sure, Parson, come on in,” replied Doc.  
     The preacher nodded at Lucius, greeted us, “Miles, Doc, Lucas…”  Walking over to the man he stiffened a bit then knelt down beside him.  Placing one hand on the man’s head, the other on his chest he began to pray.  In a few minutes the man took a deep breath, then another, then turned his head to the side to look at the preacher.  A half-smile formed on his lips then he closed his eyes.
     Lucius was watching, wide-eyed.  “What did you do to my brother?”
     “Just asked the good Lord to give the man rest, peace, and comfort.  Which I think is happening.”
     Doc stooped beside the sleeping man, then nodded at us.  “He’s sound asleep.  Let’s get on out and leave him be.”
     We walked out and Lucius continued with us until I put my hand on his chest.  Shaking my head, “Your home currently is in there.  Plus you need to keep an eye on your brother.”
     “Uh, Marshal, I don’t want to be a bother, but do yuh think we could have something to eat besides beans?  I know the kid means well, but there are only so many ways you can fix beans, oh, and by the way, he don’t know how to fix coffee.”
     “I’ll see what I can do,” then walked out to join the others in the office.
     Doc was questioning the parson about him being out in the weather.  
     “I need to be checking on my parishioners, plus anybody else who might need some sort of assistance.  Some of the older folk might be needing some help.  I’m heading over now to see Sister Greta.  Then on down the road just checking on others.”
     “Lucas, why don’t you run down to Peabody’s, see if he’s open, and buy something that you can cook up here for your prisoners.  Parson, when he gets back I’ll join up with you.”
     Doc was by the stove, holding the coffeepot.  “Think I’ll stay here a while, keep a check on the patient.”  He shook the pot, “and make up some coffee.”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Show me the sense of bein’ sore an’ unhappy, no matter what’s comin’ off.”
                    –Zane Grey  (Robbers’ Roost)


       “Rejoice in the LORD, O you righteous!  For praise from the upright is beautiful.”
                    –Psalm 33:1 (NKJV)
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“I’m blest, I’m blest, I’m blest” (or blessed); do you remember the chorus?  Perhaps it should be, “I’m spoiled, I’m spoiled, I’m spoiled…”.  This one little word in the Beatitudes has significant meaning and is often overly simplified.  It is vital that we learn the meaning of this word before continuing our study.

               “Then He [Jesus] opened His mouth and taught them, saying:  Blessed are…”

Thomas Watson sets the tone when he says, “Transitory worldly things are not commensurate to the desires of the soul—therefore they cannot render him blessed.  Nothing on earth can satisfy the souls’ desires.”  This world has nothing that can truly bless us.  Those in the world seek many things:  power, wealth, fame, fancy clothes, fine food, and other material things to try to satisfy their inner longing.  Jesus is trying to show us the true picture of what being “blessed” is all about.  
     I have heard many times from parents on various different occasions, “I just hope they’re happy.”  I wonder if they know what they are saying.  Yes, we want happiness, but we want more than that.  We want to be blessed.  Happiness is good, but it is not lasting.  That is why the translations that use the term “Happy” instead of “Blessed” are missing the mark; it is only partially correct.
     To be “blessed” goes far beyond being happy.  “Happy” does not give the complete thought, however don’t throw it out, for happiness is indeed part of being blessed.
Thomas Watson writes, “Yet many are digging for happiness here—as if they would fetch a blessing out of a curse!”  Do you get that?  How can we be happy in this cursed world, when man, himself, is cursed?  Where is lasting happiness?  It is here for a moment, like a wisp-o’-smoke or an echo from the campfire, then gone.  Happiness, therefore, is fleeting.  “Happiness by any art or chemistry, can be extracted from the world.” (Watson)  “I’m happy, I’m happy” but only for a while.
     Here is the gist of the meaning, I am blessed because of what God thinks of me.  O the blessedness of being a child of God.  O the blessedness of being saved.  O the blessedness of going to the heavenly Father.  “Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stands in the path of sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scornful.” (Psalm 1:1, NKJV)  True blessedness cannot come from “things.”  Perhaps the Amplified will give us a better picture, “happy, to be envied, and spiritually prosperous—
with life-joy and satisfaction in God’s favor and salvation, regardless of their outward conditions.”  See, happiness is involved, but it is only part of what being blessed is all about.
     The problem is that we often try to fulfill our desires, to be happy, by worldly means.  The soul is a spiritual thing so how can we satisfy the spiritual with the natural?  How can we think we can gain happiness/blessedness by the riches of the world?  Thomas Watson puts it this way, “Happiness is too noble and delicate a plant, to grow in this world’s soil.”  Therefore we should not look to worldly things to fulfill this longing of the soul.  This blessedness that Jesus is speaking of is a declaration of what is truly the best way to live.  This blessedness, this joy cannot be taken away by the things of the world, the turmoils, the battles, the storms, the terror, the material things that are there.  We are blessed because we are in Christ.  Therefore, it is unthinkable to be a gloomy Christian.  We are blessed!  Man seeks for this but it is beyond his scope, his grasp.  “Blessedness is the perfection of a rational creature.  It is the whetstone of his ambition, the flower of his joy. Blessedness is the desire of all men.” (Watson)  Man desires, but he can only receive temporary happiness.
     As we delve into each of the Beatitudes it is important to keep this concept in mind.  The blessing of each is related to our relationship with Christ.  Grasp hold of the words of David, “Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.  Blessed is the man to whom the LORD does not impute iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no deceit.” (Psalm 32:1-2, NKJV)  The NLT translates the first part thusly, “Oh the joy of those whose sins are forgiven…”  Are you beginning to get the picture?  I like the words of William Barclay in regard to the Beatitudes, “The very form of the beatitudes is the statement of the joyous thrill and radiant gladness of the Christian life.”

 

Coffee Percs

He sipped the coffee and found it bitter; it had been heating too long. But it was coffee, and that was the stuff of life around most cowcamps he had ever stayed in.” 

                    –Elmer Kelton  (The Good Old Boys)
 
Pard, there’s some truth in that sayin’ above.  I heard an ol’ boy say the other day that folks often get so busy with life and the toils of life that they forget to live.  Hmpf, I see yuh made yurself at home, grabbed a cup, an’ filled it from the pot.  Well, that’s what it’s there for.  But what I’m a-sayin’ is that life is meant to be lived an’ enjoyed as the good Lord intended.  Sure there’s bad spots, but just like travelin’ down the road, there’s good, smooth roads, but then once in a while a pothole is there an’ sometimes it jist can’t be avoided.
     Go ‘head drink up; that’s good coffee.  Now as good as coffee is, an’ as much as I enjoy it, I’ve had some bad coffee in my day an’ I’m not talkin’ ’bout cinos.  Whooee, let me tell yuh, I have had some coffee so weak it would best be used as dishwater an’ I’ve had it scorched–burnt and thick.  I sure do like my coffee strong, but I’m not carin’ much for scorched coffee.
     Folks go ’round life sorta the same way.  They either don’t enjoy it, they live it weekly (pun intended).  Others are jist plain ol’ sourpusses, while some jist want to have an excuse to git their gizzard all riled up.  I figure that some folks are happy unless life treats them bitter and they show their happiness by bein’ grumpy or loud or obnoxious.
     Pard, it’s only been ten days into the New Year and I’ll tell yuh, there’s a lot of stuff goin’ on, much of it is downright stupidity.  Besides that new mayor of New York City, and few other scoundrels around the country I read that the governor of New York declared January Muslim American Heritage Month.  My mercy!  One of the audacious things she’s done is to illuminate green on Friday night the World Trade Center lights to celebrate Muslim culture.  Talk ’bout a slap in the face.  Then there’s those Somalis who are claimin’ that the Foundin’ Fathers were of Somali descent.  Sometime’s Pard, all I can do is shake my head.  Sorta of like drinkin’ scorched coffee.
     Well, Pard, I’m not goin’ to be a-steppin’ on my lower lip.  Get yur cloggin’ boots on an’ join me since we’re in the kitchen.  “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, down in my heart.”  Come on Pard, or are yuh a-waitin’ for the next verse.  Well, let’s get it goin’, hold tight to yur cup, yuh don’t want to spill any coffee on the floor.  “If the devil doesn’t like it, he can sit on a tack, sit on a tack, sit on a tack.”  Yeehaw, the joy of the Lord is our strength.  Yuh be havin’ a good week, don’t take any wooden nickels, and be a-checkin’ yur cinch.
     Vaya con Dios.