Echoes From the Campfire

A ranch is not worth anything if you lose your values. How would you explain to your children that you gave them money but no character?”
                         –Cliff Hudgins  (Viejo and the Outlaw)

       “So they said, ‘Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved, you and your household.'”

                         –Acts 16:31 (NKJV)
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       Is Isaac complacent, an easy-going guy, or a meek man in the proper sense of the word?  He has shown that he doesn’t care for confrontation, and that is good to an extent.  He sees with a different perspective, and has made a treaty with Abimelech.  We see also an important feature of Isaac’s life after the Lord met with him.  “So he built an altar there and called on the name of the LORD, and he pitched his tent there; and there Isaac’s servants dug a well.” (Genesis 26:25, NKJV)
       Altars are significant, or should be.  Abraham was a man that built an altar wherever he stopped to pitch his tent.  Job would rise early in the morning to offer a sacrifice for his family, this must have been on an altar (Job 1:5) and he did this regularly.  Altars are where decisions are made.  To disregard the altar is to have little concern for eternity.  “An altar is where you worship God and offer to Him your life.  It’s a place of praise and sacrifice.” (Richard Dresselhaus)  Can you remember that day of decision at the altar?  Dresselhaus continues, “Altars celebrate the glory of God–His presence, His power, His ownership.”  We know that Isaac was a man of faith, but now he is meeting with the Lord, a new and different relationship is starting.  Throughout our lives we should make it a habit of going to the altar.  “Build an altar.  Do that at the significant intersections of your life.” (Dresselhaus)  Do not take the Lord for granted especially in regard to major decisions and/or your family.  By building altars, wherever they may be, you are showing that God is the center of your life.
       Shortly after, we see that Esau was forty years old and he took wives from the Hittites.  “And they were a grief of mind to Isaac and Rebekah.”  (Genesis 26:34, NKJV)  What happened?  Someone has suggested that the treaty with the Philistines caused Esau to think it was okay to take foreign wives.  “Isaac is trusting more on the oath with these unbelievers than trusting in God.” (Whitelaw).  But was that truly the case?  There has to be more.  I remember a time when I gave a student a failing grade on a major paper.  I was confronted by this boy’s father.  He ranted and raved, and when I gave him my reasons, reasons he could not accept, he took up the issue, not with the proper authority, the principal and superintendent, but went above them to the pastor of the church that sponsored the school.  Thankfully, the pastor didn’t give him any satisfaction either.  A couple of years later, the boy was in all kinds of trouble, drugs, and mischief.  The father had the audacity to come to me saying that it was my fault that his boy was the way he was.  I pointed a finger at him, “I had him for nine months of his life, you had him for eighteen years and you try to blame me.”
       The same is true here.  Had Esau seen a double standard; did he feel neglected by his mother who favored Jacob?  We don’t know, but we do see that she was grieved along with Isaac when Esau took foreign wives.  No, there was a weak spot in the soul of Esau.  Who would sell his birthright for a bowl of pea soup?  Who acted upon his emotions rather than thinking calmly and rationally?  Perhaps his marrying the Hittites helped Rebekah to formulate the plan of helping Jacob receive the blessing from Isaac.  We do not know for sure, but we know that there is coming a large family split.  One that will separate Esau from Jacob, and possibly Rebekah from Isaac, that is not explained or shown in Scripture.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Miles found Amos Martin lying on the floor in his hardware store.  Things weren’t adding up in Mile’s mind regarding the recent attacks, and now the main antagonist was on the floor, maybe dead.  Miles was to take Ben Hendricks to the penitentiary later in the morning, but now, now there was a body in front of him.  There was still an unknown assailant on the run.  Could he have been the man to do this to Martin?  If so, for what reason?  Miles had reason to believe that it was Martin that hired Frank Moser, Ben Henricks and the unknown man.  Join with me now in another thrilling episode from yesteryear.
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       Amos Martin’s head was lying in a small pool of blood.  I didn’t want to move him in case his skull was cracked open or his neck broken, but I thought he was alive.  Quickly I jumped up running to the front door.  Unlocking it, I flung it open hoping to find someone close by.  Providence was with me for Herb McKnutt was passing by.  I hailed him, then sent him scurrying for Doc Jones.  Shutting the door I went back inside.  I checked my watch and saw that I still had two hours before I had to board the train.
       It took about ten minutes for Doc to arrive at the store.  Immediately upon entering the store I waved him over to where Martin was laying.  Upon seeing the blood, he exclaimed a quiet, “Oh my!  Move aside, Miles.”
       I watched as he carefully touched the side of his neck, then put his head down close to Martin.  “Well, he’s alive.  You did right by not moving him; his neck might be broken and I can’t tell about his skull until I can move him.”  He rubbed his chin a couple of times, while looking around the room.  “Miles, you go get four men while I scrounge around for something on which to carry him.”
       He got up and started going through the store.  I hastened on out the door and into the street looking for volunteers.  McKnutt was still there, so I volunteered him, then saw some men standing on the boardwalk sort of looking on.  One I recognized, Ben Romero.  “Ben!” I hollered, bring those two men with you and get on down here.  Doc Jones needs your help!”  Most people in the city hurried when Doc needed help for many of them had been on the other end of Doc’s ministrations.
       They followed me into the store and went over to where Doc had found a door that would be used as a stretcher.  Looking down I saw that he had secured Martin’s head with a couple of bolts of cloth.  Ben stopped short when he saw that it was Amos Martin.
       “Why should I help with the likes of him?” snapped Ben.  “Isn’t he the one who tried to stop the marriage between Javier and Agatha?”
       “Why should you help?” I repeated his question with sharpness.  “Because it’s the right thing to do!”
       Doc was shaking his head.  There wasn’t room for four men to get behind the counter.  He was rubbing his chin again.  “It can’t be helped,” he said to no one in particular.  “I just pray that it doesn’t kill him.  Miles, you get by his head.  Ben, you’re the skinniest, see if you can slide down near his shoulders.  One of you other men go to his legs and the other two be ready to step in and help.”
       “We need to keep him as straight as possible, especially from his shoulders up.  Ben you lift from under his shoulders and Miles you hold those bolts of cloth tight against his head.  When he’s up we’ll place him on the door and secure him.  Ready?  At the same time now,” he commanded, and I could see him muttering what I knew was a prayer.
       It went well, and we placed Martin on the door.  I told Doc I had to leave and he asked that I send up either Charlie or Mateo to help, then off I took to get my prisoner.  It so happened that Charlie was in the jail with Lucas when I entered.  He rushed immediately out while I took Hendricks from his cell.
       “Your boss, Martin, is near dead from bein’ beaten,” I told him as I walked him out of the jail and on towards the station.  There was a slight facial movement but he quickly regained his stolid composure.
       Upon entering the train car, I was surprised to see Betty Chapman sitting next to a young girl.  It was Agatha.  I hurriedly placed the handcuffs of Henricks to the seat and went down to her.  As I approached I saw Javier and the Parson walking down the aisle.
       Javier sat down across from his bride, and after the Parson took his seat, I asked, “This is a little above and beyond the call of duty, isn’t it?”
       He looked up and gave me a smile.  “Why, Miles, isn’t that what Christians are supposed to do?”  He paused for a moment, then continued.  “In fact, isn’t that why you’re involved with Hendricks back there?” he nodded toward him with his head.  “Seems that was out of your jurisdiction.”
       “My badge doesn’t have jurisdiction restrictions,” I hastily replied.
       “Exactly,” he came back at me, and touching his Bible, “neither does my ‘badge.'”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Nations do not ask the truth. They want only excuses.”

                    –Emerson Hough  (54-40 or Fight!)

       “Hear me, O LORD, hear me, that this people may know that You are the LORD God, and that You have turned their hearts back to You again.”
                    –1 Kings 18:37 (NKJV)
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       Barton Bouchier, the 19th-century theological writer, said, “There are many precious texts of Scripture that we will carry to heaven with us and will form the theme of our song.  But if there is one text that must break forth from every redeemed one as he enters heaven, it is the first verse of this psalm.”  The Psalm is 115.

          1 — Not unto us, O LORD, not unto us, but to Your name give glory, because of Your mercy, because of Your truth.
          2 — Why should the Gentiles say, “So where is their God?”
          3 — But our God is in heaven; He does whatever He pleases.
          4 — Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men’s hands.
          5 — They have mouths, but they do not speak; eyes they have, but they do not see;
          6 — They have ears, but they do not hear; noses they have, but they do not smell;
          7 — They have hands, but they do not handle; feet they have, but they do not walk; nor do they mutter through their throat.
          8 — Those who make them are like them; so is everyone who trusts in them.  (NKJV)

       Psalm 115, is a testimony to the world’s ignorance of God. (Lawson)  The answer is clear; it is the Lord alone who is God.  The Bible from the very beginning does not try to prove God; it simply states, “In the beginning, God…” (Genesis 1:1)  God is, and that settles it.   There is only one God, the true God–He is the God revealed in creation, history and the Bible, and He is sovereign over all.
       In these verses we see a contrast of the one, true God and those devised by the imaginations of man.  It is almost comical what man throughout history has tried to devise as God.  It continues on today, perhaps not as many silver and gold idols, but the main idol today is man himself.  Verse 8 sums that up, the people who devise gods are like them.  They cannot answer the world’s problems, they have no answer to their own problems.  Neither did the gods of the day in which this psalm was written.
       What is your answer when things do not seem to be going your way?  When God does not seem to be answering your prayers and He is allowing you to suffer?  This is what was happening to Israel, others were mocking God.  The answer is clear if we take time to look for it.  Steven Lawson writes, “Life does not revolve around man but around God.”  Fact–Amen, so be it.  We get ourselves in a dilemma when we begin to think or imagine that life should revolve around us.  “The Psalmist turns the argument of his enemies against them saying, in effect, ‘So you want me to serve visible gods?  Well, why don’t you take a closer look?  My God, who is unseen, is alive.  Your gods, which you can see, are dead!'” (George O. Wood)
       Verse 3 shows the definite attribute of the sovereignty of God.  People who are ignorant of Him, or who do not believe in Him abhor this attribute as do even some Christians.  God does whatever He pleases.  He does what He wants with what is His.  His sovereignty is unequaled, unrivaled, and unopposed.  “No so-called god or idol-worshipping nation can oppose Him.” (Lawson)  Whatever man makes, idols whether by his hands or in his mind, is powerless when compared to God.  I recall the challenge of Elijah to the prophets of Baal.  Who is God?  Those gods had no power to act–and as the foolish gods today made by man they are utterly worthless.  Their senses are useless, they cannot even reach out to do anything.  Oh, man, the self-proclaimed god, tries, but in the end he fails.  Those that worship these false gods are just like them–dead.

               “Not I, but Christ be honored, loved, exalted;
               Not I, but Christ be seen, be known, be heard;
               Not I, but Christ, in every look and action;
               Not I, but Christ, in every thought and word.”
                         –A.B. Simpson

Coffee Percs

The coffee was good and strong this morning—I made it.”

                      –D.C. Adkisson  (Redemption)
 
Come on in, Pard, and delight yurself in some of this hot joy-juice that’s a-brewin’.  Hot and strong…I made it.  Yuh can use the pump if’n yuh need to dilute it, but come on, man-up.  Ahh, that delectable taste and purtiful aroma…just the thing to get a body goin’ on a Saturday mornin’.  Plenty of doin’s today.
     What’s that?  “Windy”  Yuh say I was too windy yesterday?  Part, yuh have to understand that sometimes a body can’t get all that needs sayin’ down on one page.  Sometimes it take a bit more.  What?  I need to conserve trees?  Pard, yur tryin’ to pull my leg.  I don’t use enough paper to ruin a forest.  I do my best to keep the Echo down to one page, but sometimes there are things that need to be said.  I know, I know, ol’ Dresselhaus has a better way with words than I do an’ he can get his said shorter, but sometimes a feller has to lengthen his thoughts.  Yuh didn’t like it?  It could have been worse–it could have audio an’ yuh could have heard this ol’ fence post a-singin’ Never Alone.  That’d be worse than usin’ more paper for shore ‘nough it’d right start a stampede.
      I see yuh smilin’, the coffee suit yuh this mornin’?  Say, while I’m a-talkin’ I want to tell yuh something.  Listen, an’ listen tight.  This ain’t the same ol’ range.  This hyar deconstructionism, or postmodernism is sure done terrible things to society.  It don’t matter much where yuh go yuh can see the results.  Dress as yuh please, instead of dress for the occasion or to be moderate, or to be pleasin’ to the heavenly Father and those around yuh.  It don’t matter, yuh say?  Bah!  Dress might not make the man, but it shore ‘nough does show his attitude.  It isn’t deconstruction, it’s plan ol’ sloppiness.  I remember the ol’ sayin’ “dull knife, dull boy.”  Dress like a slob, yuh just might be one on the outside, but even worser on the in.  Pard, stay sharp, keep yur gun oiled an’ ready.  Polish yur boots for Sunday meetin’, and if’n the occasion calls for Sunday best, don’t be wearin’ flip flops, shorts, and a jersey to be showin’ yur hairy armpits.  After all, Pard, who wants to be seein’ yur mangy toes with those curled up nails from wearin’ those tight boots?
      Yuh, see I said that with a smile, not to downplay the truth of it.  Oh, say, if’n yur ’round Coldspring this evenin’ stop by Calvary Baptist Church.  They’re havin’ a chili cookoff.  Yep, I’m a-makin’ some chili, though not my regular recipe.  I’m makin’ chili from a recipe by the ol’ bard–Gene Autry.  Yep, it has a little different flavor.  Nope, I don’t put my ol’ boot in it, nor let Aloysius swim through it, but there’s somethin different, an’ I say that with a smile.  Come on by if’n yuh get the chance.
      With that bein’ said, if’n yuh swing by, be checkin’ yur cinch before leavin’ home, I want yuh to make it.  The weeks ahead of yuh, the Lord has things to be did, an’ if yur noggin’ is busted because of yur foolishness, why the work might just not get done or someone else will have to be doin’ it for yuh.
                 Vaya con Dios.