Echoes From the Campfire

Yes it can be hard, but it’s the only life we have, so we’d better make the best of it.”
                    –Donald L. Robertson  (Troubled Season)

       “Let the words of Christ, in all their richness, live in your hearts and make you wise.  Use his words to teach and counsel each other.  Sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs to God with thankful hearts.”
                    –Colossians 3:16(NLT)
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I wonder, when I look at the condition of our country; I wonder, when I see the turmoil, how it affects Christians.  Life isn’t a way through the blissful garden, though at times we do gain refreshment there.  Life isn’t always a grand venture of delight, though for sure it is an adventure.  When we read of the life of Paul we saw that he faced great trials of various sorts and I would ask, can we expect less?  Oh, we might not face a literal shipwreck, but how many people do you know have a shipwreck of a life?
     We sang an old hymn last Sunday; one that was often sung during my childhood and youth, and one that we seldom hear anymore.  It speaks of life as we should know it in Christ.  Despite the troubles and trials, we should be able to go through this pilgrim-land with a song in our hearts because we have Jesus there.  Ponder the words, written by L.B, Bridges, and do an inventory of your life.

          “There’s within my heart a melody
          Jesus whispers sweet and low,
          Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still,
          In all of life’s ebb and flow.”

     Life comes at us in myriad ways.  Troubles, happy times, but we should face them all knowing that there is nothing to fear for Jesus is with us.  The Spirit guides us in every step we take no matter what comes our way in life.

          “All my life was wrecked by sin and strife,
          Discord filled my heart with pain,
          Jesus swept across the broken strings,
          Stirred the slumb’ring chords again.”

     Perhaps that is what we need, the chords to be stirred, the gift within us to be brought back into a flame.  Perhaps when we get down we should look into His smiling face and “feast on the riches of His grace.”

          “Feasting on the riches of His grace,
          Resting ‘neath His shelt’ring wing,
          Always looking on His smiling face,
          That is why I shout and sing.”

     Troubles come, storms rage, winds howl, and the waves at times seem to roll over us trying to drown us in our situation.  However, get that word etched in your heart and mind that He will never leave or forsake us.  Look for His guidance, follow the path that He has laid out for each of us, and do it with joy and peace in your heart.

          “Tho’ sometimes He leads thro’ waters deep,
          Trials fall across the way,
          Tho’ sometimes the path seems rough and steep,
          See His footprints all the way.”

     Listen friend, there’s a blessed hope coming our way.  There is a mansion waiting and prepared for us.  We cannot begin to imagine what heaven, what glory will be like.  It is far beyond our human minds, far beyond what we can imagine or expect.  But that day is coming!  

          “Soon He’s coming back to welcome me
          Far beyond the starry sky;
          I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown,
          I shall reign with Him on high.”

     So don’t go through life with a frown.  Don’t let your forehead turn into waves of wrinkles because of fear, doubt, or fright.  How?  How can we go through this life with joy in our heart?  We do it through Jesus.  It is through Him that our every longing is filled.

          “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,–
          Sweetest name I know,
          Fills my ev’ry longing,
          Keeps me singing as I go.”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

Still, gaunt now and haggard, weakened in body but not in soul, we pressed on across.”
                    –Emerson Hough  (54-40 or Fight!)

       “No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.”

                    –Hebrews 12:11 (NIV)
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I recall reading of Bastogne during the Battle of the Bulge.  It was a terrible winter and the 101st Airborne and 28th Infantry Division were cut off and running out of supplies.  The Americans were outnumbered five to one and were lacking in cold-weather gear, along with ammunition and food.  The German commander demanded surrender from the American troops to which we have the now famous reply of General Anthony McAuliffe:
          To the German Commander.
                    NUTS!
          The American Commander.
     War is terrible and we do not like to think of it.  But come on, if you’re a real bonafided believer in Jesus Christ you are engaged in a very serious, deadly war every day of your life.  The enemy is always on the attack in one form or another.   The way gets hard, the cross is heavy to bear, the arm is weary from wielding the sword, and added to that the enemy is relentless.  “Surrender!” he commands with a sinister tone of glee.  “You’re beaten–give in!”
     However, now is the time to remember your training.  Now is the time to take a deep sigh, and follow the words of the writer of Hebrews:  “So take a fresh grip on life and brace your trembling limbs” (Hebrews 12:12, Phillips).  The CEV translates it this way, “Now stand up straight! Stop your knees from shaking.”  A good paraphrase might be, “Get a hold of yourself, man; your knees are knocking!”
     Fear can bring us to this place, weariness in body and soul and mind can do it.  Loneliness, depression, timidity, and even laziness will bring us to the point of surrendering.  Each one wears and tears at the fabric of our soul in different manners.  We must go back to the basics, the fundamentals–we must remember the sound doctrine in which we were taught and that starts with getting our focus back on God.  Life has been a drain, stress is working on us, but we are to not lose heart.  This portion of Scripture, Hebrews 12, shows the importance of divine discipline and the purpose of it. (Lane)  Clear the clutter from your life, get a new vision–remember who you are, what your purpose is, where your goal and destination is, and who your God is.
     The old slogan comes to mind, “Give your life to God; He can do more with it than you can.”  Listen, “the resources of God are limitless.  The power of God is the greatest.  The purposes of God are the best.” (Charles R. Ehrhardt)  Weak-kneed Christians, fair-weather believers, and the namby-pamby will not make it through the rugged battle that rages for their souls unless they get a new grip.  That means understanding and practicing the doctrine and that can only be done by studying the Bible and by practicing prayer. And when the point of weakness or defeat and the attack seems overwhelming we can take our stand, and having done all…to still remain standing, sword in hand (Ephesians 6:13) to continue in the fight.  “Discipline and repetition in these yield steadiness in body, mind, and soul.” (Ehrhardt)  In other words, we are to “be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power.” (Ephesians 6:10, NIV) or as the CEV translates it, “let the mighty strength of the Lord make you strong.”

Echoes From the Campfire

Trouble on the trail can affect everyone.”
                    –Donald L. Robertson  (Callum’s Mission)

     “Oh, that they were wise, that they understood this, that they would consider their latter end!”
                    –Deuteronomy 32:29 (NKJV)
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Do you heed the yellow diamond warning signs on the highway?  They are put there for our safety and protection.  The Book of Proverbs is full of such warning signs, and chapter 5 brings us back to the “immoral woman,” “the strange woman,” “the harlot,” or “the prostitute” depending upon your version.  If we don’t heed the warning signs on the highway there is a chance of disaster; the same is true of the warning signs in the Bible.  Remember, the most expensive thing in the world is sin.

          1 — My son, pay attention to my wisdom; lend your ear to my understanding,
          2 — That you may preserve discretion, and your lips may keep knowledge.
          3 — For the lips of an immoral woman drip honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil;
          4 — But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
          5 — Her feet go down to death, her steps lay hold of hell.
          6 — Lest you ponder her path of life–her ways are unstable; you do not know them.
          7 — Therefore hear me now, my children, and do not depart from the words of my mouth.
          8 — Remove your way far from her, and do not go near the door of her house,
          9 — Lest you give your honor to others, and your years to the cruel one;
        10 — Lest aliens be filled with your wealth, and your labors go to the house of a foreigner;
        11 — And you mourn at last, when your flesh and your body are consumed,
        12 — And say: “How I have hated instruction, and my heart despised correction!
        13 — I have not obeyed the voice of my teachers, nor inclined my ear to those who instructed me!
        14 — I was on the verge of total ruin, in the midst of the assembly and congregation.”  (NKJV)

     Temptation is a hopeful promise that will lead down to death if not avoided.  Bob Beasley says, “All sin in like this.  It looks good, feels good, tastes good, and sounds good, so it must be good.  Wrong!”  The sweetness will quickly turn to bitterness.  Notice, not only here but throughout Proverbs, we look ahead to see where our actions will lead us.  Here we see that we will follow an unstable way whose path will go down to death.  As Warren Wiersbe states, “The wise person checks on the destination before buying a ticket, but modern society thinks that people can violate God’s laws and escape the consequences.”
     Following the “strange” or “immoral woman”–which is one to whom a man is not related by marriage, takes one on an unstable path.  It’s like hiking alongside of a cliff on a perilous edge with loose rocks that could break away thus leading you to possibly becoming a cripple or even death.  Since she does not ponder the path of life those who seek her are the same.  They can be likened unto tumbleweeds, just drifting along following every whim that comes along, not listening or adhering to the voice of parents, teachers, or God’s Word.  John Kitchen writes, “The adulterous has no direction in her life…  This moral myopia makes her unaware of the yawning abyss of death and destruction that lies down the winding path she takes.”  By not choosing the path of life those who take this direction are left to wander.  The ESV translates verse 6 this way, “She does not ponder the path of life; her ways wander and she does not know it.”
     In verse 7 we see the admonition of the father again.  “Hear me!”  The person who goes to her house, follows her path is not a good steward of purity, honor, life, nor their inheritance.  Paul warns us, “Flee sexual immorality.  Every sin that a man does is outside the body, but he who commits sexual immorality sins against his own body.” (1 Corinthians 6:18, NKJV)  Man is made in the image of God; therefore he has dignity, but by committing sexual immorality he “sins against that which stands in the nearest relation to our personal moral individuality.” (J.L. Flores)   Mike Leake puts it simply, “Obeying your thirst leads to instability.”  Honor is lost; “the loss of self-honor or self-respect is a calamity that is very bitter to the soul.” (Flores)
     We see in the final few verses the bitterness that has come to this individual who has followed this wayward path of iniquity.  If somehow they have survived they will hopefully come to the point of this realization that they didn’t listen to instruction.  There will be remorse because of the path they have chosen.  Flores says, “Those who sin against the light of nature find a recompense which is terrible.”  Listen to his cry, “I was on the verge of total ruin,” or as the ESV says, “I am at the brink of utter ruin.”  Or as Samuel Miller puts it rather bluntly, “I soon became like any wicked man.”
     Listen to righteous instruction and heed the warning signs on the pathway.  If you stumble, or get off the right path, repent and quickly find the road on which you should be traveling on.  That road of freedom in Christ; that road that leads to glory.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Such a youth could come from prison and succeed.  He might even become king though he was born in poverty…  He might become the leader of millions and be very popular.  But then the next generation grows up and rejects him!  So again, it is all meaningless, like chasing the wind.”  –Ecclesiastes 4:14,16 (NLT)
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     It was nice to see Molly astride Two-Bits again.  That horse doesn’t get worked enough, and Molly doesn’t get out enough.  The day was cool with cotton ball clouds dispersed through the blue Colorado sky, just enough to bring shade from the June sun.  We had ridden a little over an hour from Durango where there was a place on the Animas River where we had picnicked before; a large flat boulder that jutted out into the cascading waters.  
     I pitched a blanket down and was smoothing it out while Molly brought the picnic basket to set down.  There was a slight breeze, but not enough to worry about the blanket being tossed in the wind.  The horses were picketed where they had access to a little stream that flowed into the river along with plenty of fresh grass to nibble on.  There was a spot near the rock where I began to build a fire.  You can’t have a picnic up in the San Juans without a little fire and coffee boiling.
     While I was doing that Molly pulled out the fixins.  “Come on Miles, let’s eat while the coffee’s boiling.  I’m hungry,” encouraged Molly.
     I didn’t need any more encouragement than that.  She was smiling as I sat down on the blanket.  “Go ahead and pray, Miles.  Then I’ll dip some egg salad for you.  Sorry I didn’t have any potatoes.”  She knew how much I enjoyed potato salad, but the eggs would do.  
     Smiling, I looked at the towels lying to the side where she had the bowl and a jar of pickled beets wrapped.  I let her fix my plate, putting the egg salad and beets on it, then a leg and breast from the fried chicken she brought.  “Lord, You sure are good to us.  We are so underservin’ of Your care and blessin’ and forgiveness, and are thankful that You are mindful of us.  Thanks for all You do for us, and for this food we’re about to eat.  In the name of Your Son, Jesus Christ — Amen.”
     Not waiting for her sayso I bit into the chicken.  While my teeth were still in the chicken before tearing off a piece I looked over to see her smiling at me.  With that I acted like a he-bear tearing that chicken apart and chewing on it, growling while I did so.  
     “You’re terrible,” she chided, but I noticed that she was not too delicate with her piece.
     It didn’t take us long to devour our food.  “Go check the coffee, while I see if there’s anything else in the basket.  With that encouragement, I jumped up and down to the little fire.  The coffee was boiling.  I waited a little longer as I wanted it strong enough to taste.  Sure don’t want my coffee weak.  When I came back there was a large piece of cherry pie sitting, waiting for me.  I handed Molly both cups while I sat down.
     While eating the pie, I told her, “I need to go back to Silverton tomorrow or the next day at the latest.  I need to check on the new marshal and his deputies.”
     She sipped her coffee, then asked, “When is the trial for this McGinnis fellow?”
     “Next Monday,” I replied, drinking the last of my cup.  “I’ll be back for it.”
     A wry smile appeared on her face.  “The Lord willing…” and she left it at that.
     We stayed for several hours.  On the side away from the current there was a pool of water.  Molly took off her boots and socks and waded in it for a spell, and of course she tried to splash me while I sat on the rock watching her.  I had kept the coffee going so when she finished her antics in the water, I poured her a cup.
     “It’s been good, Miles,” she said, coming over to the fire and drying off her feet with one of the towels.  I handed her a cup.  “Water’s cold.”
     “Yep, it’s been a fine day.  Don’t get many of these,” I replied.
     “Not just the day, but the life…”
     For some reason she came beside me and pulled my collar down where she could see my latest wound.  “Another scar, Miles, I declare.”
     I gave a little chuckle.  “As long as the Lord allows me to collect scars I won’t mind.  It’s that time He allows ol’ Scratch to put one straight into me.  Well, I don’t worry ’bout that…