Echoes From the Campfire

I worked as quickly as I could, but I did it right, and I was glad to have the work.”
                    –Mel Odom  (The Pecos Undertaker)

       “But he who looks into the perfect law of liberty and continues in it, and is not a forgetful hearer but a doer of the work, this one will be blessed in what he does.”
                    –James 1:25 (NKJV)
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          “He who keeps instruction is in the way of life, but he who refuses correction goes astray.”  –Proverbs 10:17

     Someone has said it’s not an easy road, this road to heaven.  Let me tell you something else, “The righteous is on the way of life, but the wicked wander from it.” (NKJV Study Bible)  One of the most important things that you can do is walk a dedicated and disciplined life showing others the way.  No matter who you are, you have looked up to someone.  Who was it that walked the way and that you watched?  Along with that, no matter who you are, someone is watching you.  Walk properly, uprightly, steadfastly in the way of the Lord.  We do this in “the life of discipline; a life dedicated and consecrated to the ways and wisdom of God.” (Bob Beasley)
     I had a dog who loved the snow.  It was a little beagle who loved to play in the deep snow, however, it would soon flounder and could not get out of the deep drifts because it would get off the beaten path and I would have to go out and rescue her.  My wife tells of the times when in deep snow Pappy would go out ahead of them to make a path so they could walk down the hill to the bus.  Someone had to clear the way.  I ask, who helped clear the way for you?  I ask, who are you clearing the path for?  
    Watch the life of a good person, step in their steps.  Listen to their instruction.  John writes, “If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them.” (13:17, NKJV)  This of course is speaking of the things of the Lord.  If we follow His instructions we can stay on the good path.  Charles Bridges gives us a warning, one that we should heed, “To be deaf to the voice that would save us from ruin, is a most fearful error.”  Obey the Word of the Lord and have life.  We have proper instruction, in fact it is “instruction that sets the way before us.” (Bridges)  Then we must adhere to that instruction.  It must be heard, it must be remembered, and it must be practiced.  Listen to reproof and correction, don’t roll your eyes.  The purpose is to help keep you on the way of life.  Accept reproof as good medicine.
     We walk the way of the Lord to honor Him.  “The life of a holy man is a way to spiritual and eternal life, because it is the means by which men come to know God.  If there were no good men in the world, there would be no means by which sinners could be brought from death unto life.”  (J.L. Flores)  I remember once, back when I was eight.  I can remember my age because we were visiting my Uncle’s family in Wichita.  One night at dinner I whispered to my Aunt Bern, “I’m going to eat everything that Uncle Ted does.”  I did, though at the time, I had some trouble with the tomatoes, but I followed his example.  Jesus tells us that we are to be salt and light.  Why, so we can flavor the life of those around us and that we can show them the right way to live.  Paul says that we are “living letters.”  People read the Bible through our lives, they look at the way we walk, where we place our steps.  There was a wedding I attended and when it came time for the toast I refused the champagne, turned the glass over on the table, and held up the water glass for the toast.  I was told later by the groom that he and his wife were watching to see if I would compromise or if I would live up to my standards.
     Let me just mention that cheating and taking shortcuts are not the way to get ahead.  Oh, you might find you got there first, or you may have succeeded in getting a position, but at what cost?  To cheat is to wander off the path.  Let me close today’s thought with this from Dan Dick:  “We really do kid ourselves when we think cheating is a way to get ahead.  There is nothing to be gained by cheating.  Our victories are empty ones, and we open ourselves to criticism and doubt.  We lose our credibility and turn people against us.  It is in honesty and truth that we find fulfillment.  God dwells in truth, and He loves honesty.  This is the way of life, but the way of death is through sin.”  Therefore, let your light shine, and let it shine brightly.

 

The Saga of Miles Forrest

Enjoy prosperity while you can.  But when hard times strike, realize that both come from God.  That way you will realize that nothing is certain in this life.”  –Ecclesiastes 7:14 (NLT)
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     “I will not help you, Ranger,” declared Charlie Two-Face.  “Even though they are Ute half-breeds, they are still Indian.”
     Lifting the cup to my lips I finished the rest of my coffee, then replied, “Charlie, you say you want to help your people.  If that is true, then help me arrest these two men who are enemies, not only to your people, but to all men.  Evil knows no boundaries, it knows no friendships.”
     He was pondering, then touched the bottom of the scar on his chin.  “Go maybe two hours ride south towards the great rock.  When you get to the Mancos River go upstream perhaps a mile.  There are some ruins, that is where they are camped.”
     I reached in my vest pocket for my coin pouch.  Pulling out two double-eagles I handed them to Charlie.  “For you to help others.”
     He scowled, “I do not want your charity or payment of my knowledge!”
     “Not for payment.  You are helping those in need; I want to help you with that.  Take them….for your work.”
     Nodding, he reached out for the money.  “We are brothers,” he said, putting his hand over his heart, “in here.”  Then he got up, pulled on a woolen poncho and left the little cantina.  
     I sat there a few moments thinking.  The weather was going to get bad.  Should I continue, or go on back to Durango.  The two men I was looking for were within a few miles, but then I remembered there was still an unknown assailant–the man on the palomino.  
     “Anything else I can get you?” asked the proprietor.  I hadn’t heard him approach.  He wasn’t a friendly sort, maybe it was because I had tried to trick him into selling me whiskey.  There were several who sold liquor to the Indians which was definitely against federal law.  Shaking my head, I placed a dollar on the table.  I’m sure the chili and coffee was no more than two-bits, but it would ease his mind some.
     Pulling on my coat I went outside.  It was still, not even a breeze.  Looking up the clouds looked as if they were ready to drop a heavy load of snow.  Well, early spring was known for at least one heavy snow, I just hoped it held off until I could be back home.  Picking up the reins, I mounted Hawk.  “Let’s go boy, we’ve some miles to travel before dark. 
     There was a trail, not much of one, but it looked as if wagons had passed on it a few times.  As Charlie had said, two hours later we arrived at the Mancos.  It looked as if this side of the river would be easier to travel so I turned Hawk to go upriver.  I could see that there had been horses on the dim trail.  I didn’t cotton to sleeping outside with the threat of the weather but Charlie said the ruins were not far.  
     Hawk stepped easy.  He was used to this type of travel.  Hmmm, how many trips have we made together searching for bad men, or riding just to see what was on the other side of the hill.  The river made a slight bend towards the north where I spotted some old, broken down adobe ruins.  Hawk stopped, his ears straightening.  Something, or someone was there.  He sensed something and I learned a long time ago to trust him.
     Dismounting, I left Hawk to munch on some brush by the river and I walked up towards the ruins.  As I approached I heard a boisterous voice, “Amigo, tomorrow the snow comes, we should leave now…”

 

Echoes From the Campfire

There was something about the mountain air that made one want to inhale deeply…it was like fresh, clear, cold water in the throat.”
                    –Louis L’Amour  (Shalako)

       “As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.”
                    –Psalm 42:1 (NIV)
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       “Blessed [joyful, nourished by God’s goodness] are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness [those who actively seek right standing with God], for they will be [completely] satisfied.”  –Matthew 5:6 (Amplified)

     I have never truly been starving, but I have been very thirsty a few times in my life.  Ask a person who has been starving what it means and he could tell you.  How then, do we judge hunger?  If we are to hunger and thirst after righteousness how do we do so?  Thomas Watson gives us some insight.  First, true hunger is a painful thing.  As the Psalmist wrote, “They were hungry and thirsty, and their lives ebbed away.” (107:5, NIV)  Food and water are required for life.  If that is true in the natural, how much more true is it in the spiritual?  Hunger is satisfied with nothing but food.  The content is important–food is needed, not flowers, not music, not well wishes.  Give me a steak!  
     Watson continues and says that hunger wrestles with difficulties and hunts for food.  Man in many parts of the world was a hunting and gathering society.  They spent most of their time hunting.  Why?  Because they were hungry, they knew that food was imperative to life.  Oh, that we could grasp that in the spiritual.  How much do we search for food in the Scriptures?  Why do we not understand that it is imperative to our spiritual life?  He then says that the hungry man goes to his food with a strong appetite.  You do not have to persuade him to eat.  One more thing, though not required, he tastes flavor in his food; it is not bland.  Spices and salt are not required, the food has enough flavor of its own.  The Bible has its own flavor, it does not need an outside opinion.
     “Don’t eat that!  You’ll ruin your supper!”  Have you ever heard that before?  Or perhaps, “don’t eat that, it’s not good for you.”  We should avoid things which will hinder our appetite.  Sweet things spoil our appetite and can hinder the taste of real, supportive food.  Watson states, “When one is filled with a windy opinion of his own righteousness, he will not hunger after Christ’s righteousness.”  Stay away from false doctrine though it might appeal to the senses.  Then watch out for the wrong type of calories.  American youth look healthy because they are getting plenty of calories, but in reality most are not because of the type of calories they are eating.  “You cannot glut yourself upon the world, and at the same time be greatly in love with Christ.” (Watson)  What music do you listen to?  What friends do you hang with?  What do you watch on television, movies, social media?  Are they the right type of “calories” to help your spiritual nourishment?  John tells us, “Do not love the world, or anything in the world.  If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him.” (1 John 2:15, NIV)  We should do all that we can to provide a nourishing spiritual appetite.  We are reminded by Paul, “Have nothing to do with godless myths and old wives’ tales; rather, train yourself to be godly.  For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.” (1 Timothy 4:7-8, NIV)
     When we eat we are satisfied now, but there will come a day when we will hunger no more.  To eat of the world’s bounty is fading, not filling.  We read in Psalms, “My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you.” (63:5, NIV)  Jeremiah brings us a promise from God, “I will bless my people with more food than they need, and the priests will enjoy the choice cuts of meat.  I, the Lord, have spoken.” (31:14, CEV).  God, and His bounty, His provision, His life-sustaining food, can never be exhausted.  Know this, sin will starve the soul.  Stay away from what the world offers and look instead to the table of the Lord.  Realize also, that the hungry soul is the most thankful.  We should be “looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness.” (2 Peter 3:13, NIV)
     “O the bliss of the man who longs for total righteousness as a starving man longs for food, and a man perishing of thirst longs for water, for that man will be truly satisfied!”  

 

Coffee Percs

He rose in morning’s dark, and he rose stiff and cranky and drank half a pot of coffee before his mind would move or his muscles would respond.”

                    –Ernest Haycox  (The Earthbreakers)
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Whooee, Pard, it was dark this mornin’.  I wanted to linger in the bed, but knew that yu’d be over soon.  Out in the woods there was nary a light that I could see, not even the stars were shinin’ as I looked up through the trees.  Made me wonder, that dark gloomy day, that Saturday after the crucifixion when the body of Jesus was in the tomb, did the stars cast their light on the earth?  Perhaps it was overcast, overcast like the hearts of the followers of Jesus.
     Oh, let me pour yur coffee.  I don’t mean to be negligent, Pard.  Sometimes I get caught up in my thoughts.  Never had this particular brew before.  The middle granddaughter brought me coffee from her spring trip to Colorado, Delta I think it was.  Made it strong, as usual.  Ahhh, not too bad, not too bad atall.
     I was readin’ from ol’ Luke where he said that Jesus, “Father, into Your hands I commit my spirit.”  Look at that Pard–that is faith.  In His dyin’ He never wavered from His mission and His fellowship with the Father.  Pard, Jesus never doubted that He would rise again.  He didn’t much look forward to the agony and death, but after that, yuh might say it was a cinch He would win, defeat the grave and death, and rise again.
     But ol’ Peter, and the rest of the bunch were livin’ in a fearful time.  They had lost hope.  Somewhere along the line they must’ve got together again.  Maybe they came to wherever they were stayin’ one by one.  Perhaps there were a few of them huddled in there already, moaning, fearful as they saw their Hope die.  Yep, seems they had hope in death but not in the Master, at least not the eternal type of hope.  Not only was it dark that Saturday mornin’ it was dark down in their souls.
     Smell that brew, take a good taste, breathe deeply, then say “ahhh.”  Makes yuh feel good.  Pard, that Saturday was a bad day for the disciples.  But as ol’ preacher Lockeridge preached:  “Sunday’s comin’!”
     Let’s enjoy our coffee, ready for the dawnin’ of a new day.  We don’t live in forsaken hope, He is risen!  Hope is alive in our breast, and yuh better get yurself ready ’cause Jesus is comin’ back–soon.  There’s are new hope.  The death and resurrection are past–hallelujah!  Listen now for the hoofbeats.  Better have that spiritual cinch tight, ’cause Jesus is comin’ back just as He promised.
     Vaya con Dios.