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An Open Letter to My Dad August 25, 2008

Dear Dad;

Do you remember the Saturday morning when I was fourteen and a group of young people from First Church in Newark was going to Old Man’s Cave? I wanted to go. You got up early. You made me lunch. You gave me a little spending money. You drove me to the church. The parking lot was empty. I was disappointed. You found out they were picking kids up across town. You drove there. They were gone. I was disappointed. You didn’t give up. You tried to catch up with them. We couldn’t find them. You drove over an hour more all the way to Old Man’s Cave. They were not there. You drove from one point of interest to another until finally we found the bus and connected with the group. You told me to have a great day. You drove all the way home alone. You drove back that night to pick me up at the church. You were waiting in the parking lot when the bus pulled in. We talked all the way home. I don’t remember what we said. I don’t remember if I thanked you. It’s been about thirty-five years. I still think about that day. I wonder if you really know how much I love you and how grateful I am for all the times you and Mom went way, way out of the way for me.

I haven’t forgotten. I never will. Thank you.

Ken Pierpont
August 25, 2008
Granville Cottage
Riverview, Michigan

K2 August 14, 2008

K2—Kyle Kenneth—visited for a couple hours this afternoon. He wanted to play with Grandpa’s football. :)

Grieving Alone August 11, 2008

Junior High was painful experience for me. There were some who accepted me or at least tolerated me in my school, but the ones who rejected me did so in such a hurtful and public way that I felt universally despised. Without a loving, stable family I would have despaired. (more…)

For Lois August 8, 2008

My lover will drive away within an hour and we will be apart for two days. My heart is sad about that. This morning while watching Steven Curtis Chapman family powerfully testify of the faith that sustains them through the loss of their daughter, I came across this beautiful song.

A few years ago a dear friend married. At the wedding her husband-to-be literally wept through this song. It was one of the sweetest things I have ever seen. Lois, I am weeping through this song today for you. I am a communicator, but I have never been able to find the right words to reveal the love I have in my heart for you.

Football August 2, 2008

Last Saturday we signed Wesley up for football. Some of my happiest memories are of a robust intra-mural football experience at Moody. When fall comes ’round I always have an urge to clean the garage and listen to The Ohio State University Marching Band on the radio, but there is something that is infinitely more important than football. Watch this:

How to Build a Ship

Antoine de Saint-Exupery, a French writer, said, “If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people to collect wood, and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.”

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…)

Gestures of God’s Love July 26, 2008

Last week I hiked and spoke in the Canadian Rockies. It was my job to teach a small group of collegians Biblical truths about the love of God. We drove high into the mountains. We stopped at various beautiful spots along the way. In each place I spoke. One of our teaching places was in Johnson Canyon. There I would teach them, among other things, to notice the gestures of God’s love all around them.
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Are You Holy?

Here is something to think about in preparation for our services this Lord’s Day: Are you holy? Do you believe you are holy? Would people who live with you say you are holy? Would your husband, your wife, your sons and daughters, your mother and father say you are holy? Would people who work with you in the world say you are holy? Would God say that you are holy? (more…)

An Hour of Personal Worship July 22, 2008

I am indebted to Tim Challis and Bill Ellif for these suggestions on how to spend an hour in personal worship: (more…)

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