Echoes From the Campfire

Man, in his pride and selfishness, was a wicked beast. Ungrateful in the hour of his deliverance.”

                    –Ralph Peters  (Valley of the Shadow)

       “The pride of your heart has deceived you, you who dwell in the clefts of the rock, whose habitation is high; you who say in your heart, ‘Who will bring me down to the ground?'”
                    –Obadiah 3 (NKJV)
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                    “Ill fares the land, to hast’ning ills a prey,
                    Where wealth accumulates, and men decay…”
                           –Oliver Goldsmith

     We cannot understand the message of a prophet without understanding the cultural and societal times.  Warren Wiersbe made the observation that Amos would probably feel right at home in our world today.  Society was changing rapidly; overall they were at peace and both Israel and Judah were prosperous.  Ah, but that was the surface, for underlying the glitter was a stench of decay.
     “Amos prophesizes during a period of national optimism in Israel.  Business is booming and boundaries are bulging.  But below the surface, greed and injustice are festering.  Hypocritical religious motions have replaced true worship, creating a false sense of security and a growing callousness to God’s disciplining hand.  Famine, drought, plagues, death, destruction–nothing can force the people to their knees.” (Vine’s Expository Reference Bible)
     Here we see Israel, a nation of expanding markets which produced a growing wealthy class.  This class was living a life of luxury and self-indulgence. Ease and extravagance
contrasted with the misery and suffering of the population, many who could not afford the bare necessities of life.  It was a time when the merchant class made the money and took possession of the land; the rich gained their wealth by injustice and oppression.  The poor workers in the fields suffered at the hands of the cruel landowners and heartless creditors.  The nation was filled with dishonest judges; the government was corrupt.
     Not only was there a pseudo-prosperity, there was a quasi-spiritual condition.  Jeroboam II followed the idolatrous religion that was conceived by his namesake Jeroboam I.  Bethel and Dan were instituted as dual cities of worship.  We see syncretism as its height with the diluted worship of Yahweh.  There was a huge ornamental altar constructed upon which a golden calf stood to be worshiped.  Not only was there a type of dual worship, but there was also the worship of Yahweh using the vile methods of Baal.
     The people were outwardly religious.  Lloyd Ogilvie states, “Religious devotion was hardly lacking in this age.  The question was the quality of that devotion…  The covenant obligations were blurred or understood as completely fulfilled by the rituals.”  Rituals aimed to ensure the foundations for life.  The people offered songs, offerings, elaborate ceremonies, and regular religious observances were all visible in abundance.  This worship with all its ritual was full of insincerity and superstition.  It didn’t matter which God you worshiped, in fact it was better if a person worshiped both Baal and Yahweh, that way they were assured of blessing and security.
     Upon this scene comes the man, the prophet–Amos.  Who, as Gary Cohen puts it, “was about to stop the party.”

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Lester Feakes regained consciousness and immediately asked about the welfare of his brother.  Doc glanced at me, then went to the side where Feakes was laying.  “I hate to bring you the bad news, but your brother is dead.”
     His eyes blinked several times, but then stayed open and stared upward at the ceiling.  Doc and I both waited for several seconds, then the man spoke.  “I knew we shouldn’t have bothered with the priest and preacher.  I knew it would be the death of one of us.  Bart…he was reckless, and…” he closed his eyes.  We both thought that he went back to sleep.  But after a period, he began to talk again.  “We were stone broke, not a penny to our name.  That’s when Barstow found us and offered us an easy job.  We were just supposed to throw a scare into some individuals.”
     The eyes closed, this time a tear coming from one.  Doc leaned close, then checked the man’s pulse.  I nodded for Doc to continue.  “Son, why were you told to scare someone?”
     Opening his eyes again, he began, “Barstow said that a man wanted to find his daughter.  She had run away and the priest and preacher both knew where she was.  Barstow said we would get a hundred dollars if we got the information needed, and gave each of us ten dollars.”
     “Let me tell you something, Mister.  The young girl in question is happily married and left of her own free will,” I said sternly.  
     His eyes closed in a grimace.  “All for nothing,” he muttered.  “All for nothing.  Bart killed for a lie.”
     I was now standing on the other side of the bed.  “Who was the man that hired you?”
     He opened his eyes, “The only person I know is Mark Barstow.  I don’t know who hired him.”  He became quiet, blinking his eyes several times, he spoke very softly, almost reverently, “I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry.  I know that won’t bring Bart back, but…”  He closed his eyes.
     “Miles, let him be,” remarked Doc.  “He can’t tell you any more, and he’s in bad shape,” he paused, “I don’t know if he’ll even pull through.”
     “I think I need to go have a talk with Barstow,” I snapped, then started to leave.
     Doc reached out to grab my arm.  “Miles,” he began with a shake of his head.  “Control yourself.”
     I smiled, “You mean just little thumps?”  Then I turned leaving the office and heading up to the jail.
     The walk did me good, I was able to say a little prayer to calm myself, but I wanted a confession from Barstow.  By the time I reached the jail, I had calmed, at least somewhat.  Mateo was still there, putting Barstow’s belongings in a bag, then into the bottom drawer of the file cabinet.
     Motioning with my head, I had him follow me to Barstow’s cell.  Fortunately there were no other people in jail for I intended to get information from Barstow.  I wanted to know who paid him to terrorize the priest and pastor.  I also wanted to find out who scarred Hawk.
     I didn’t enter the cell, but looked at Barstow sitting there on the bunk.  “Come to let me out?” he smirked.
     “No, come to tell you that you have a long stretch waitin’ for you in Canon City.  Lester Feakes said you were the boss, the man behind the threats and beatings,” I paused briefly.  “Beating a Catholic priest won’t bring you a light sentence, and the cutting on my horse, well…”  I turned to Mateo, “Hand me the keys.”
     “Are you sure?” questioned Mateo.
     “Hand me the keys!” I ordered.  “Then go take a walk for about twenty minutes.”
     “Yuh, yuh, can’t do that Marshal!” stuttered Barstow.  “I know my rights!”
     Placing the key in the lock.  “What about the rights of Father Cisneros and Rev. Chapman?  What about my horse?  Don’t you dare talk to me about your rights!”  I turned the key.  That did it.
     “It was Martin!  Amos Martin wanted his daughter back!”
     I stopped and gave him a hard look.  “I want a confession down on paper.”
     Locking the cell, I turned to the outside door of the cell block.  When I opened it…

 

Echoes From the Campfire

If Gawd [sic] is really guidin’ us, as there seems some sense in our believin’, little troubles like water an’ heat an’ dust…an’ the contrariness of men thet [sic] always bobs up…there can’t swerve us from the great issue. Fork yore hosses an’ ride!”
                    –Zane Grey  (The Great Trek)

       “For Abraham’s eyes were looking forward to that city with solid foundations of which God himself is both architect and builder.”

                    –Hebrews 11:10(Phillips)
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We have to be careful to use Jerusalem and Israel to symbolize and be a type of the Church, but there is a time for this.  I like what Derek Kidner says, “What Jerusalem was to the Israelite, the church is to the Christian.  Here are his closest ties, his brethren and companions, known and unknown, drawn with him to the one center as fellow pilgrims.”  This morning we finish with Psalm 122.

          6 — Pray for the peace of Jerusalem:  “May they prosper who love you.
          7 — Peace be within your walls, prosperity within your palaces.”
          8 — For the sake of my brethren and companions, I will now say, “Peace be within you.”
          9 — Because of the house of the LORD our God I will seek your good.  (NKJV)

Jerusalem, a city often besieged and troubled, and we see that it still is today.  We are to pray for the peace of Jerusalem and we are told what to pray.  But wait, as I wrote to begin, we should also be praying for the Church, the body of Christ.  And let me add another analogy, we should be praying for each other and ourselves as we are part of that Church, but also we are now the temple of the Holy Spirit.  That temple of old where the pilgrims in Psalm 122 were headed in no longer there, but the true believer is now the temple.  We should be praying for peace in that temple.  
     I think then of the words of Jesus when He wept over the city, “If you had known, even you, especially in this your day, the things that make for your peace!  But now they are hidden from your eyes.” (Luke 19:42, NKJV)  What a sad conclusion.  If not careful, we can get so caught up with praying for Jerusalem that we forget that we are now the temple.  Wouldn’t it be sad if Jesus had to say those words over us as believers?  
     What then is our peace?  “Shalom”, as I have written many times, means peace, but much more than that.  The term also conveys the notion of completeness–a complete well-being.  It is a peace–a well-being–that is completely paid for.  When the words of the psalmist were penned he had not the idea of the sacrifice of Jesus to pay completely for our peace.  Yes, we pray for the peace of Jerusalem, that it be free from trouble, terror and strife, but more so, we should pray for the peace of our soul, that wonderful, inner peace we have with God–may it not go away.  
     Hmmm, I wonder, perhaps we should look at the words of George Wood, “Pilgrims to the New Jerusalem don’t need to pray for that city.  It’s secure.  Neither sin, death, nor the devil can ever get inside.”  We are on a journey, and I think of the words of that old song:

               “Here among the shadows living in a lonely land,
               With strangers we’re a band of pilgrims on the move;
               Thru dangers burden’d down with sorrows,
               And we’re shunned on ev’ry hand,
               But we are looking for a city built above.”
                           –W. Oliver Cooper

Another verse says, “In this land of dangers we are going here and there, We’re simply trusting in the blessed Saviour’s love…”.  We are like those pilgrims of old who on their journey to Jerusalem prayed for its peace.  Now, however, as pilgrims and citizens of the heavenly Jerusalem, “we pray instead that the peace, security, and prosperity of our eternal dwelling place will come to us while we remain on the trail below.” (Wood)  

               “Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown?
               Jesus we know, and he is on the throne.”
                      –Edward H. Bickersteth

 

Coffee Percs

I don’t know if it was the aroma from the coffee boiling or the bacon frying that woke me up the next morning.”

                     –D.C. Adkisson  (Trouble at Gregory Gulch)
 
“Well, won’t it be wonderful there, having no burden or care…”  Jump in Pard, there’s plenty of room.  What’s that, yuh don’t want to hurt yurself?  Can’t clog in the kitchen no more, huh?  Jist a little shuffle in the hallway, is that it?  Tell yuh what, you shuffle, I’ll clog a bit, and we’ll let it loose.  Guess not, yur right, something could come loose, git out of joint, or swell up.  That’s what happens when yuh start on the downward side of years, the ol’ starter gets harder to start.  Ha, these yunguns have no idea of a starter.  Why I drove an ol’ ’52 Ford pickup…uh, that’s another story, but when the starter worked it was down by the gas pedal.  Most of the time I had to park that truck on a hill and let it roll to get it started–had to clutch it.
     Pard, taste that there coffee.  The missus said to try it as it was cheap.  I’m sometimes wary of “cheap,” but even more so of expensive, sophisticated coffee.  What’dya think?
Go ahead, work on that first cup, I want to say something I read this past week regardin’ that ol’ AI stuff again.  I was readin’ an’ several preachers said that AI would enhance a body’s sermon.  How ’bout that?  What ever happened to SI?  No, not Sports Illustrated…Supernatural Intelligence.  I thought the Holy Spirit would enhance, guide in all truth.  The job of the preacher was to be led by the Spirit after he had studied and prayed for the sermon he was to deliver.  Pard, sometimes I jist don’t know; it’s my a-thinkin’ that we’ve plenty of artificial intelligence walking around in this country, and they ain’t all locked up.
     Truth or fake news?  Let me take a swaller first.  But I’ve heard, and read, and no one seems to know.  Are there a group of Haitians eatin’ the neighborhood cats and dogs?  One group says yes, another group says its a lie.  One side has to be lyin’.  Now, I’ve known of homeless folk, those that are really down an’ out, eatin’ rabbits an’ squirrels an’ ducks from city parks.  Read that in the newspaper years ago, so it must be truth.  Boy howdy, a person would have to be evil an’ low-down to eat a little kid’s pet.  Might need them a good ol’ fashion stompin’.  Sorry for my ire.  Guess the good Lord will be lookin’ down an’ takin’ note.  An’ don’t yuh be a-tellin’ me they can’t afford food, why most of them have a top-notch phone an’ make more money than us retired folks.  Good ol’ government will give them a feed…  
     Let’s go back…”joyously singin’ with heart-bells all ringin’…”  Still don’t want to sing, huh?  Well, the pot’s done empty, an’ my gizzard is wound up at thinkin’ ’bout what’s goin’ on in this country.  Good thing the Lord is watchin’ over us and walkin’ with us.  Yuh be takin’ care of yur own self and family.  Read from the Good Book, straighten yur shoulders when yuh ride for yur ridin’ for the King, keep yur gun oiled an’ ready.  Yuh jist never know what might be a-comin’ at yuh.  An’ for mercy’s sake, check yur cinch, yuh can’t be guardin’ nobody if’n yuh fall on yur noggin’.
                 Vaya con Dios,
                        Ira
                 (irapaine.com)
 
(Note, “Won’t It Be Wonderful There” is beyond the required note for copyright.  But it was written in 1930 by James Rowe.  He was a prolific writer with more than 9,000 hymns, poems, recitations, and other works. —Hymnary.org)