Echoes From the Campfire

Hard times require good men. We got plenty of the other kind around here these days but not enough of the good ones.”

                    –John Deacon  (The Provider-1)

       “When the righteous turns from his righteousness and commits iniquity, he shall die because of it.”
                    –Ezekiel 33:18 (NKJV)
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                    “Seek the Lord while He may be found, Call upon Him while He is near.”
                              –Isaiah 55:6 (NKJV)

     You may have noticed that I did not write a devotional for September 11.  No, I did not forget the day, nor the rage.  But…it seems as if the nation has.  It is just another day in the history books, so quickly forgotten.  A day where God gave us a chance to repent, to come together, and it looked like it might happen for a day or two.  However, since then we are more divided than ever.  The Lord presented the opportunity…I am afraid the nation did not take advantage.  We had a man of faith as President but he was shunned and ridiculed.
     David Wilkerson preached a sermon, “The Towers Have Fallen But We Missed the Message.”  Look at the condition of our nation, was the message indeed missed?   Wilkerson said in this sermon, “We all should pray that our nation repents and turns back to the Lord.  But our most intense prayers should be for our own hearts:  ‘Lord, let me tremble not at the disasters, but at your Word.'”
     We should not stop seeking God for our nation, but has He drawn the line?  I don’t know.  However, I read the words in Isaiah and tremble at our nation.  Yes, the words were directed toward Israel, but could they not be also directed at us?  “But you have not called upon Me, O Jacob; and you have been weary of Me, O Israel.” (Isaiah 43:22, NKJV)  
     In this day of turmoil, chaos, and confusion we need to turn to the Lord.  In this time where our country has become weary of God, we need, as individuals to turn to the Lord.  In saying this I want to point you to an old hymn that was put in my email in response to one of my devotions.  Written by Ray Palmer, in the early 1800s, I would ask for you to ponder the words, then take inventory of your soul in these troublesome times.

          My faith looks up to Thee,
          Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine!
          Now hear while I pray,
          Take all my guilt away,
          O let me from this day Be wholly Thine!

          May Thy rich grace impart
          Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire;
          As Thou hast died for me,
          O may my love to Thee
          Pure, warm, and changeless be A living fire!

          While life’s dark maze I tread,
          And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide;
          Bid darkness turn to day,
          Wipe sorrow’s tears away,
          Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.

          When ends life’s transient dream,
          When death’s cold, sullen stream Shall o’er me roll,
          Blest Savior, then, in love,
          Fear and distrust remove;
          O bear me safe above, A ransomed soul!

Especially ponder the second and third verses.  Stay true to the Word, guard the truth, walk the path that He has laid out before you!

 

Echoes From the Campfire

He was a man so slick, I kept waiting for his clothes to slide right off him.”

                    –Lou Bradshaw  (Blue Valley)

       “He who obeys instructions guards his soul, but he who is contemptuous of his ways will die.”
                    –Proverbs 19:16 (NIV 1978)
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     I try to have an attitude of thankfulness and gratitude.  In the midst of all that life throws my way, I try to remember Paul’s admonition that, “In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you” (1 Thessalonians 5:18, NKJV).  It was G.K. Chesterton who said the the most important lesson he had learned was, “When it comes to life the critical thing is, whether you take things for granted or take them with gratitude.”
     There is a truth that is very evident, if you work with people much you will soon find out that “Unthankful people are almost always unhappy people” (Gary Inrig).  Thankfulness then, is a “prime indicator of our relationship with God” (Inrig).  Are we grateful?  How do we express it?
     There is a story, that from the beginning does not seem to be about thankfulness, but Jesus will bring that in as we delve into the story.  It is a story that we should stop and contemplate and is found in Luke 7:36-50.  It is vital, not only for our spiritual well-being, but for our mental and emotional well-being as well.  Look at those individuals who are not thankful and you will see that their heart will begin to harden.  It is inevitable.
     I want to draw your attention first of all to the setting of the parable.  “Now one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, so he went to the Pharisee’s house and reclined at the table.  When a woman who had lived a sinful life in that town learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house, she brought an alabaster jar of perfume.” (Luke 7:36-37, NIV 1978)
     We see Jesus being invited to the house of a Pharisee, who we will find out his name is Simon.  That is in itself interesting.  Realize that not all Pharisees were contemptuous of Jesus, but we must ask if there was some ulterior motive.  Simon could have been an admirer and sympathetic, but Barcly perceives that, “the whole atmosphere of discourtesy makes that unlikely.”  Perhaps Jesus was invited with the intention of tricking him.  Another reason might be that Simon was trying to patronize Jesus, use His status for his own gain.
     Notice, after the invitation, that we see Jesus reclining at the table.  This is an important feature of the story so don’t read over it.  William Barclay explains the situation, “When a guest entered such a house three things were always done.  The host placed his hand on the guest’s shoulder and gave him the kiss of peace.  That was a mark of respect which was never omitted in the case of a distinguished Rabbi.  The roads were only dust tracks, and shoes were merely soles held in place by straps across the foot.  So always cool water was poured over the guest’s feet to cleanse and comfort them.  Either a pinch of sweet-smelling incense was burned or a drop of attar of roses was placed on the guest’s head.  These things good manners demanded, and in this case not one of them was done.”
     Then we see, at the house of this upstanding Pharisee, a woman standing there.  Not just any woman.  The NIV says she “had lived a sinful life.”  Barclay identifies her as “a woman in the town, a bad woman.”  He goes on to say that she was “a notoriously bad woman.”  The theologian, J.B. Phillips describes her as “a woman, known in the town as a bad character.”
     This was the type of woman who normally would never set foot in the house of a Pharisee such as Simon.  “She was notorious throughout the town for her immoral way of life” (Inrig).  Why was she there?  Two reasons:  first, the woman “took advantage of the social customs that permitted needy people to visit such a banquet to receive some of the leftovers” (Walter L. Liefeld).  However, most importantly, she came specifically to see Jesus and we read that she brought a jar of perfume–she had prepared herself.
     Jesus came, the guest who was courteous enough to accept the invitation from the Pharisee.  Who, as Gary Inrig points out, “That the fact He was a friend of sinners did not mean that He was unwilling to be a friend of the respectable and self-righteous.  They also needed the gospel…”  Simon was there, after all it was his home, but we cannot be sure of his motives.  And we see that there was the “sinful woman” in attendance.  Ponder this scene and the individuals involved.

Echoes From the Campfire

The desert is a place for secrets, and it’s a lonely place where a man learns to read the souls of men—when he meets them.”
                         –Zane Grey  (Wanderer of the Wasteland)

       For you will be successful if you carefully obey the decrees and regulations that the Lord gave to Israel through Moses. Be strong and courageous; do not be afraid or lose heart!”

                         –1 Chronicles 22:13 (NLT)
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               “The words of Amos, who was among the sheepherders from Tekoa…  The LORD roars from Zion…”
                              –Amos 1:1-2 (NASB)

     Last week I wrote one day about knowing and doing God’s will.  It is simply obedience.  My Pastor and I briefly discussed the topic on Sunday after church and he said that God’s will comes in installments.  I like that.  For sure there are some requirements to knowing God’s will.  The first is obedience to what we already know; in other words, obedience to the Word of God.  Second is preparation.  We must prepare ourselves to the best of our ability.  I used to teach a unit on “Reading as Worship.”  We must read widely in many areas, and specifically in areas of our career and in Biblical studies, and most of all read the Bible.  We should take our education seriously, for knowledge is a prerequisite for obedience.  Finally, we must be ready to act.  Readiness is then putting all of it together–the need is there, the call is there, the willingness is there.
     With that I want to draw your attention to Amos.  For the last three weeks I have felt the urging to study Amos.  Years ago, in seminary I took a course in the Minor Prophets and since that time I have had the opportunity to teach on the subject a few times.  So, off and on, for the next few weeks I want to look at this prophet and his message.  We must keep in mind when studying any of the Prophets three major things:  1) the historical contemporalnuity, what does it mean in the context of the time period; 2) the covenant background; 3) the eschatological arguments which includes meanings for our day.
     Amos was not your “normal” prophet (whatever that was).  He filled this office for only two years, as far as we know.  In fact, he denies any professional status of a prophet.  Most scholars today believe that although probably once a shepherd, he was now the owner or manager of a sheep business.  The word used for shepherd in (1:1) is not the common word for shepherd, but for one who owned flocks of sheep.  He was also involved in the growing and harvesting of figs, and many believe he was also a cattleman:  “Then Amos replied to Amaziah, ‘I am not a prophet, nor am I the son of a prophet; for I am a herdsman and a grower of sycamore figs.” (7:14)
     Here we see a busy man, a man loaded with responsibility, yet he heard the voice of God and obeyed.  He must have been “a God-sensitive person.” (Lloyd Ogilvie).  Most likely one who had an intimate, personal relationship with God.  Perhaps during one of his prayer times God spoke to him, or maybe it was in the midst of a busy day that God interrupted his schedule.  In either scenario, Amos heard, listened, and obeyed.
     In reading Amos, his character is clearly seen.  He was first of all a plain man of God, not pretentious at all.  We see in his life and message that he was blunt, direct, courageous, and dynamic; he had a keen resentment against social wrongs.  In describing Amos, we can easily see he was deeply religious with a sharp insight into the deeper things of God.  Luxury, extravagance, and immorality were red flags in his face.  Kyle Yates expressed this about Amos, “He knew God, was certain of his call, felt the hand of God constantly upon him, and had no fear of any living person.”
     Amos came from Tekoa, situated in southern Judah, which was both a village and a territory.  It was a rugged land that dropped to the Dead Sea.  One writer said it was a “waste and howling wilderness.”  Ogilvie describes it as a “bleak area, a wasteland and wilderness.”  It ranged widely in elevation from 2700 feet to a thousand feet below sea level.  George Adam Smith writes, “The desert is always in the face of the prophets, and its howling of beasts and dry sand blow mournfully across their pages the forboding of doom.”
     It was from this land the prophet–the man–Amos emerged into prominence with his prophecy, and just as suddenly went back to the hidden realm of everyday living.  He was “A man of obedience to the divine call and resolute courage in the face of opposition.” (Peter C. Craigie)  A man who acted upon the voice of God in obedience, ready to do His bidding.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Do you think they’re the ones who have been doing all the terrorizing?” came the sincere question from Molly as we sat in the diner drinking coffee.  The morning rush was over and I had been to the jail to check on the occupant and found him in a sour mood.  In a few minutes I planned on going to see Doc Jones and his patient, hoping that he would be able to talk.
     I took a long swallow of my coffee finishing the cup before answering Molly.  “I’m almost positive.  I’m hopin’ that this Lester Feakes will shed some light on it.”  Pausing I stood to grab the coffepot from the stove to fill my cup again.  Molly declined, putting her hand over the cup.  Sitting back down, I continued, “They may be doin’ the threatenin’, but I want Martin.  He’s the instigator.”
     Molly was shaking her head.  “Why is he so set against his daughter’s happiness?”
     Taking a sip of the almost scorched coffee, I grimaced, then answered, “Because he’s a mean, bigoted man.  He cares only ’bout himself.”
     “This is terrible,” I muttered, taking another sip.
     “You made it, and besides you don’t have to drink it,” laughed Molly looking at my expression.
     I took one more deep swallow, finishing what I had poured, then said, “Didn’t want it to go to waste.”
     There were two tables with customers and I watched as Lola went around filling their cups.  I smiled, thinking of the coffee I had just tasted hoping that the big pot from the kitchen wasn’t as bad.  Lola was working out well.  Though young, she had a mind to work, and her smile was an aid to her work.  
     She came by as I stood to leave.  “Senor Marshal, can I fill your cup?”
     I hesitated for a moment before Molly jumped into the conversation.  “Miles, don’t you have to go see Doc?”
     Winking at Lola, I remarked, “Next time.”
     “I will clean your pot so it’ll be ready for you when you come back,” she said in her soft tone.
     Going out the door I almost bumped into Cecilia Baxter, one of the town’s widows.  Excusing myself, I watched for a moment as she walked towards Molly, then went out and across the street.
     Doc was in his office when I walked in.  He didn’t look up from what he was doing; looked like he was counting pills.  “How’s the patient?”
     He put up a hand, continuing to count until the bottle was full.  “He’s in bad shape, Miles.  I don’t know if he’s going to make it or not.”
     “Has he come to?”
     Doc nodded, “He’s in and out of consciousness.  You can go check.”
     Feakes lay there, pale as the sheet that was covering him.  Doc followed me in and went up by his head.  “Mr. Feakes, this is Doc Jones.”  I saw eyelids flutter, but they didn’t open.
     I sighed in frustration.  “Doc, if he comes to try to find out if Amos Martin is behind this.”  I turned to walk from the room, “I already lost one witness to death, I’d like to keep this one alive.”
     As I left the room I heard a feeble voice, “Is Bart dead?”