Got two - three inches of snow
last night, as I check the traffic cams and cameras at various ski lodges we
appear to have at least as much as some and even more than others – pretty
unusual for us. However, I have a hunch
that there is a lot more snow that what is seen.
Shore is purdy though.
I was talking with Rose and
William. They had been down at the barn
taking care of their goats. William has
a couple of new billy goat kids and another goat is getting ready to give birth
to at least one more kid.
Rose said that hers will be
another couple of weeks off.
At times like this I am quite
happy not to have livestock. It doesn’t
matter how you feel, what the weather is – you HAVE to take care of them. Feed them, make sure their water tanks are
not iced over and, if they are, break up the ice. Make sure they are as comfortable as possible
– and if that means they are in a barn, it also means cleaning up after
them.
Carla’s family were
ranchers. Often times Dad had to work
away from home – that was where the work was – he helped build the dam here in
The Dalles, the Dufur school and many projects in the valley – he stayed in the
community during the week and went home on the weekends. During this time of year there were times he
couldn’t make it home.
Norm, mom and the girls had to
take care of the cattle and everything else.
They would get up before school and feed them (sometimes over a hundred
head) get their water tanks full and when water ran low they would have to take
the truck with the water tank on the bed and get water from town – six miles
away, and remember this was back in the 1940’s, 50’ and 60’ when the vehicles
weren’t as comfortable and the roads were narrower and not as well maintained as
today. Water sloshes, and can make it
hazardous to keep the vehicle on the road – in good weather – let alone on snowy
roads.
Didn’t matter if there was a
blizzard blowing, didn’t matter if it was below zero, they had to take care of
the animals – before they took care of themselves.
Wood had to be split and carried
into the house, because that is how they heated their home AND how they cooked
their meals – on a wood cook stove.
In the winter they ate the fruit
of their spring, summer and fall labor.
They planted gardens, watched over it in all kinds of weather – heat and
cold – harvested it, canned, dried or froze it.
They butchered a cow or two and had to purchase very little from the
store to sustain them.
The girls were all great
seamstresses and made their own clothes.
I can remember (just starting to date Carla) making a comment to her mom,
that their clothes looked as good as store bought – her comment were they
thought they were better, and as I came to know more, she was right.
They were almost, not quite, but
almost self-sufficient and if the power went out, or they had to do without what
we might consider essential – they were able to keep themselves warm, dry (after
feeding the cattle and any other animals,) well fed and safely tucked in – while
city folk wondered what they were going to do as the electricity shut off, they
had no heat, no cooking equipment and the stores quickly ran out of the
essentials.
They did their chores, kept care
of house and animals, went to school – over that same road that they hauled
water – in a school bus, leaving an hour or more before school started and
arrived home over an hour afterwards – sometimes just at or before dark – took
care of their animals, ate, did their homework, went to bed to get up early to
take care of their animals, etc.
They are solid Christians and
were active in the church – teaching, worshiping, helping stalwarts for others
to learn from and follow.
They were not, and of course,
are not, the only families that have undergone that kind of work to maintain
their lifestyle and even to survive.
Today there are many families
going through the same thing Carla’s family went through (maybe with less stress
with more modern equipment) to provide meat and bread, chicken and eggs, bacon
and ham, vegetables and fruits on our tables.
Most of us, today, go to the
store and buy whatever we wish – without thinking about how it got there, men
and women working through all kinds of weather to produce, to transport and to
provide the food we eat.
It is easy to say, “I am glad it
is them and not me” but we need to understand, for most of us, the inconvenience
a few inches – or even feet of snow – causes us as we go from a warm house, in a
warm car to a warm job site – or at least one that has some protection from the
elements – that without the dedication and love of their jobs these men, women
AND children perform, we would go hungry.
Those that make their living off
the land, have my highest respect and sincere thanks.
Job 7:3-4 So am I made to
possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to
me.
4 When I lie down, I say,
When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro
unto the dawning of the day.
Waking up in the o-dark-thirty
time in the mornings we find satan waiting for this vulnerable time to attack
us. To remind us of all our failures and
shortcomings.
It never seems to be the
remembrances of the good times, of the Joy of our salvation, of the peace we
feel in the Holy Spirit – but it can be.
Sometimes satan’s troubling
thoughts are things that we need to deal with, things that even though we have
been washed with the Blood of Jesus, they still haunt us. This is the time to ask God to cleanse us of
those thoughts and focus on forgiving ourselves.
But most of the time it is just
to hammer us, to try and make our night’s sleep restless and to try and drive us
down and away from God. Making us feel
lower than worms.
During those times if we focus
on our salvation and the power of the Holy Spirit to subdue and cast satan away
– it is surprising how quickly we can find ourselves awakening hours later and
not remembering any of it.
Very few people – if any – are
immune from those hours of darkness when satan creeps in; I have read many
biographies of great saints of God who had that experience even though we could
probably find nothing amiss in their actions, satan will remind them of every
little failure.
But those times, for us, are
just a few moments. Most of us are able
to find peace through the Holy Spirit and are able to overcome those feelings of
failure and inadequacies and continue serving God, knowing that we are not
perfect, but that He can still work though us.
Our distress is only temporary,
even if it goes on for days, months and even years, we will cast it off in the
end and be safely tucked away in heaven, abiding with God forever.
But that is not true of
everyone.
Mathew 13:41-42 The Son of man shall
send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that
offend, and them which do iniquity;
42 And shall cast them into
a furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of
teeth.
We face the demons during the
night and, when we turn it over to Jesus they are dispersed.
But when a person dies, having
refused to accept the salvation Christ offers, he sees his failures forever.
Satan runs his life by him as we
see videos run by us. Details, slow
motion, every nuance, every frame of a sinner’s life will be displayed to
them. They will see the opportunities
that were given to them and how satan convinced them not to accept Christ.
Demons, dancing with glee over
every frame, mocking and laughing at the sinner as his soul burns as he cries
out in shame and pain and as he gnashes his teeth in anger at himself, over the
pain he is enduring, with the knowledge that this will go on forever. For eternity; every hour of every day,
showing nothing positive, only negative and their rejection of God; For
eternity.
There is no escape, there is
only great pain and great remorse – which comes too late – in what he has done
to bring him here.
He will look out at the
Christians as they rejoice together in heaven and cry out to them; they told him
of the Christ that could save him, perhaps they still can help him find a way
out of the torment – only to find they cannot hear or see him.
There is no remorse, no pain, no
suffering in heaven – therefore, I believe, the Christian will not miss anyone
that fails to accept Christ, they will simply be wiped from his memories as he
celebrates with those brethren that did accept Him in heaven.
Technology today is such that we
can barely walk in public without someone monitoring our movements – whether
cameras either security or in the hands of the phone of a person.
They are all around us, and
while they might not tell the whole story, they show enough that actions might
have to be investigated.
Even our homes are no longer
secure from observation as we search the internet – neighbor flies drones over
our property – or cameras that can ‘see’ through walls can be employed to
‘catch’ us in any wrong doing.
Stores monitor our purchases,
cell phones are tracked and when you go close to a business they can ‘page’ you
and let you know what they are providing for you.
So, it isn’t too farfetched, is
it, to realize that satan has even better resources – he can get into our heads
and conscience, he knows our thoughts and uses them against us.
How much worse is it going to be
for those that are forced to sit in a fiery furnace with all that pain that
comes from burning and find out what people had said about Christ was true – and
they could have avoided all of it, all of their pain and torment.
We have heard the weeping of a
mother who has lost her child, but it will be nothing compared to what those in
hell will experience – both by their own ears and cry out with their own
mouths.
They will not be able to turn it
off. They will not be able to turn
away. They will not be able to beg for
help.
We gnash our teeth on occasion
when in pain or frustration – they will gnash their teeth in between sobs and
forever.
They will not be able to plead
their case to God – it is too late.
That is why, we, the servants of
God, must share His Gospel, His love, His Son with others. They need to know, and we are told to tell
them.
The Holy Spirit will serve the
Christian on earth, help us through the torments we go through – but the real
blessing comes when we go to the Judgement Seat and Jesus tells God, “He is one
of mine.”
Later, Art :-)
From
the ColumbiaRiverGorgeous
May Our Good Lord Bless and Keep YOU....’til we
meet again