Mark’s Mountain BBQ July 28, 2008
Everywhere I have ever gone, I have noticed that people are open to human touches—friendliness, compliments, smiles, gifts, tips, kindness, appreciation, a listening ear. These are the kinds of things that nurture human relations. It is in the exchange of human relations that we influence others for eternity. Ministry to people depends on human relationships.
Campton is the county seat of Wolfe County, Kentucky. Every Thursday night all summer long there is a singin’ on the street in front of the courthouse. People sit on the courthouse steps and in lawn chairs on the grass. There’s free lemonade as long as it lasts. For two or three weeks this summer the Pierponts were among the singers. (more…)
Sunset on Summer July 5, 2008
Here is the title story from my book Sunset on Summer. Download and enjoy. Let me know what you think.
Sunset on Summer
Thanks to Daniel for producing the podcast.
Lois Gail June 26, 2008
I do have a wife. This is a picture of her and our youngest daughter.
A Case of Oranges December 17, 2007
I was strolling through Sam’s Club the other day and noticed a pallet in the isle stacked with cases of ten-pound bags of navel oranges. I bought a bag. They were big and bright and promising. They weren’t the sweetest oranges I have ever enjoyed but they brought back a sweet memory. (more…)
When Holidays Get Out of Hand December 18, 2006
Christmas can be the most beautiful season on earth or it can turn ugly fast. It can be a delightful time or it can get dangerously out of hand.
Christmas Secrets December 13, 2006
I love Christmas time. All the decorations, the lights, the fragrances and festive sounds. I love the excitement in the air. I love the feasts and festivals. I love to give and receive gifts. I can’t help but think that one of the regrets of life will be that we did not give more, that we did not retain the generous spirit of Christmas throughout the year.
One memory of giving that I’m sure I will carry with me beyond the grave happened at Christmas in 1986. I had no money but Christmas was coming and Lois’ love language is gifts. I knew I had to do something. (more…)
Brad’s Christmas Prayer December 25, 2005
I have a tradition. I write a Christmas story for my family every year. I read it on Christmas Eve or on Christmas night. Tonight (Christmas 2005) after everything else was over we all sat down and I read the story for this year.
After the story we had pumpkin pie. It was a beautiful day. I have included the story here, Brad’s Christmas Prayer. I hope you like it. The next post is last year’s story, Highland Park
Brad’s Christmas Prayer
Brad is alone on Christmas Eve for the first time in years. He was on the road. In a few hours, depending on weather, he would be home but when he got there he would still be alone.
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Highland Park
Ted loved his new company car with leather upholstery a high-end music package and the special Bose speaker system, but he hated the idea of spending another day driving in it hours north into the West Michigan sales district. The Western Michigan rep was down with appendicitis. A key account had to have attention and they wouldn’t wait until the first of the year.
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Giving: A Rare and Wonderful Gift December 18, 2005
There is such joy in giving. I had just a taste of it when I was young.
When I was about fourteen years old I made fifteen dollars a week delivering the Dayton Journal Herald Monday through Saturday morning. In my neighborhood was a small store with bikes and toys and hardware called Western Auto. I was browsing in the store one day about a month before Christmas and my eyes fell on something I had always wanted myself when I was younger. It was an electric football game. This was long before realistic and reliable computer games were introduced. But the television commercials made those electric football sets look irresistible. They had little plastic men on tiny plastic feet the moved when the board vibrated.
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A Christmas Gift From Heaven
Tomorrow is Hannah’s birthday. Here is a poem I wrote when see was born:
Our snow-enshrouded home was nestled
neath God’s providential care
Anticipating the arrival
of a special package there.
Then as if dispatched from heaven
borne on angel-wings
A parcel came to rest among
our festive fashionings
What a priceless little bundle
of life and dreams and love
Came into our home last Christmas
like a present from above.
Yuletide night my eyes were misty
if I must tell the truth
For the Christmas gift from heaven
of our precious Hannah Ruth.
Kenneth L. Pierpont
December 1989
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