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When Life Hurts March 23, 2003

A few years ago I took Wesley to the dentist. The dentist was a neighbor, a friend, a fine man and a real pro. Wes was about five at the time and he looked exactly like I did at the same age. (You can see a picture of this on our family web-page. www.kenpierpont.com)
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Meditation in Creation

All my life I have been encouraged to have a regular time in God’s Word every day. In addition to daily times in the word I have tried to have special times and special places to meditate on the Scriptures often surrounded by God’s creation.
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This Week (March 11-18, 2003) March 19, 2003

This is a weekend we will remember for a long, long time. Kyle came home and we all got up at five on Saturday and headed for our favorite coffee shop in Rockford. After the coffee and huge pecan rolls… (I was able to restrict myself to just a bite of Kyle’s) we spent the first spring-like day skiing at Cannonsburg near Grand Rapids.
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Seeing the Sacred in the Mundane

Wise men realize that after the years have come and gone the daily routines and daily routs we travel will become sacred memories.
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Humblings March 12, 2003

A wise man once said; “Look for new ways to humble yourself every day.” This is sound advice rooted in Scripture. There are promises attached to humility in the Scriptures. James and Peter both affirm that “God resists the proud but gives grace to the humble.” This is good news for a guy who has a tendency to leave his lapel mike on in the washroom. I have noticed that the Lord is faithful to arrange “humblings” for me regularly.
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Hope America

Hope had a story she wanted to tell this evening. We were all embroiled in conversation so we didn’t listen to her. Finally in exasperation she stalked across the room, climbed up on a stool, took the phone, called the main switchboard and had them call mom who was working in the kitchen. When she got her on the phone she launched into her story with full animation. She waved her hands and rolled her eyes chattered into the phone.

Later, Kyle called from Oak Brook. Hope answered the phone and immediately began a re-telling of her tale. She is a night owl. Late in the evening she chatters and sings and turns the couch into a trampoline.

Right now she is rolling a twelve-inch TV across the floor like a snowball. If I had good sense I would spend more time watching her and less time on things that won’t matter next week, let alone next year. She will never be three again.

Joe the Encourager March 3, 2003

When my Grandfather died he was buried with a New Testament in his hand. He wanted everyone to know that he was a man of the Word. Have you ever wondered how you will be remembered? I would especially life to be remembered as and encourager.
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Contagious Attitudes March 2, 2003

I love used book shops. One of my favorite things to find is a volume of sermons by an English preacher named John Henry Jowett. I love to read Jowett. In a collection of devotional thoughts called “The Eagle Life” Jowett wrote about how contagious our moods can be.
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