Boredom is a form of evil. It is a preview of death-if not death itself. When trapped in prolonged boredom even the most saintly of us will pray for, hope for, and even engineer relief-no matter how demonic. -Fred Craddock.

I have had a photographer “on retainer” since September of 1979. Monday I had to drive to the Lower Huron Park to see the Redbuds while there were briefly in bloom. Lois took this beautiful picture for me. Thank you Lois
You don’t always have to understand things to enjoy them. Like Redbud trees.
Saturday night Lois and I spent a delightful evening having dinner with friends from the church. It was dusk as we made our way home. We took time to drive the winding way along the Huron River …

Sunday is Mother’s Day. You weren’t going to forget, were you? In the last few years of my grandma Shipley’s life she would remind us when we visited the little green house on Auten Road, “I won’t always be here, you know.” She was right. She isn’t there now. Her little dogs don’t bark in the breezeway. The place doesn’t smell of coffee. Grandpa doesn’t smile quietly in the chair surrounded with books and radios. Grandma and Grandpas are in Heaven. Strangers live in the house. If your mom is …

D. A. Carson is going to be in town this weekend. He is a brilliant man who has written a bunch of very helpful academic things, but my favorite Don Carson book is a book about his father, who was a missionary pastor. In that book he tells an interesting story about some wise advice his mother gave him. Charlotte Mason would have called this book a living book. I mined out a little jewel of advice for you. After you make your way through Carson’s first Pauline-length sentence …

Here is my final summary message on the life of Jacob.
I have also included an outline of the message here:

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06:00 PMKen Pierpont; Genesis 29

11:00 AMKen PierpontSeries: JACOB: An Adventure with God; Genesis 48:15,16

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Sparks of Joy in the Ashes of Our Pain

There is a quiet rippling rill of intense comfort in a Christian’s heart, even when he is cast down and tried, and at other times when trials are lightened there are cascades of delight, leaping cataracts of joy, whose silver spray is as pure as the flash of the fountains of Paradise. I know that there are many here who, like myself, understand what deep depression of spirit means, but yet we would not change our lot for all the …