04/20/2026
Words to live by, Scouts and Scouters
I remember the first ranch I cooked on near Abilene, Texas. New wagon, new crew, new surroundings—like working in someone else’s kitchen. But one thing never changed: fire, smoke, and cooking. That was my constant.
Every morning started around 3 a.m.—coffee on, bread going, fire lit. An older hand named Mac would show up right on time for coffee. Funny thing was, he always sat on the smoky side of the fire. After a few mornings, I asked him why. He looked at me through that mesquite haze and said, “Cookie, I’ve been around fires all my life. I’ve watched plenty burn down till the ashes grow cold. Fire’s a lot like life—we all start as a spark, and with a little tending, we grow. But every fire needs good wood to last. Rotten sticks burn quick and don’t amount to much—kind of like a man’s word if it don’t hold.”
He poked at the coals and went on, “A good fire gives warmth, light, and something others can count on. And every now and then, it needs stoking—just like we do.” When he got up to leave, he said, “Hope to be back before the ashes grow cold.”
After he disappeared into the dark, I noticed my fire had dimmed. So I threw on more wood and got back to work. But his words stuck with me. Like a fire, we need to be tended, and like life we need to have the fire of God's grace and love, let it be in us so that we may share a warm heart and light to those around us. Me and Old Mac shared many cups of coffee and stoked a lot of fires in the three weeks I was there. Sometimes there weren't a lot of words spoken but both he and I had been baptized by smoke.
So here’s what I know: whether it’s a campfire or your life—keep it fed with what lasts, keep it burning bright, and don’t let the ashes grow cold.
“Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.” — Romans 12:11