Welcome to the new (looking) KenPierpont.com. We’ve been around for several years as the Pine Street Parsonage. We are now shifting gears and redesigning a bit to highlight the Stonebridge Newsletter. Each week Ken sends a thought provoking article your way via e-mail in the Stonebridge Newsletter. This site contains all the articles Ken has […]
Archives for November 2001
In 1990 we lived in an old farmhouse nestled snug in a valley on Rutledge Road in eastern Knox County in Ohio. My study was at home in a garret room in the top of the house. Often I would start my day by taking a walk.
When I was a boy I hated having to go to bed. I still try to milk every minute of life out of every day, but I have grown to love the sweetness of sleep. When I sleep I could sleep through a tornado or a train wreck.
You should meet Harold Johnson. I visit him whenever I can and it’s always an event. Harold Johnson is one of the patriarchs of our church. He has a neat apartment in a retirement home in nice part of Grand Rapids. He is a prayerful godly man. He’s been a part of the church I […]
To me the ultimate feeling of well-being is sitting down to a holiday meal with the family all around the table. It is especially sweet at Thanksgiving. No one cooks for you quite like your own wife. Over the years your tastes move in the direction of her gifts and her dishes move in the […]
My mother taught me to walk briskly wherever I go. She said that way people know you are not interested in foolishness. Dad walked so fast I always had to jog to keep up with him. When you walk that way it leaves people with the impression that you’re up to something important and that […]
Things are not always as they appear. The whole thing played itself out before my eyes. Her husband did not want her to walk all the way in from the parking lot so he dropped her off at the main entrance. She was a pleasant-looking woman, nicely groomed and conservatively dressed. She was planning to […]
Autumn breaks the stranglehold of summer’s heat. The corn dries and the fields slowly turn from green to golden. Birds flock and fly south. The air becomes clear and the sky bluer. The last flowers of the season bloom and farm markets spill over with bounty. Grains await the harvest forming a patchwork quilt of […]
The camp where I am speaking is set under pines at the base of the beautiful Leelanau Peninsula. When I finished my chapel message the other night the campers all headed off to their cabins. The sun was still over the tops of the trees in the western sky. I made a spontaneous decision to […]
Our neighborhood is peaceful this evening. It is a cool fall evening and I write at a table in front of the widow of our upstairs bedroom. Occasionally a car purrs by. After it passes the sound of crickets returns.