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Ken Pierpont
Series: The Little Red Book of Church; Titus 3
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Irritating Neighbors
Fuel your Faith and Doubt your Doubts
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Ken Pierpont
Series: Everything You Ever Need!; Matthew 11:1-12
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An Addiction that is Good for You
This week we have been basking in the fellowship, feasting on the ministry of the word, and singing our hearts out here at the GARBC Annual Conference. It has been sweet. Dan and Wes are with me and I have been praying that God would do in their hearts what He did in my heart when I was their age. My deepest desire for them is that they would desire to devote themselves to life-long allegiance to Jesus Christ and pour themselves out in His service for the rest of their lives.
On a couple of occasions in my youth my parents made major sacrifices in order to expose our family to the fellowship and heritage of the General Association of Regular Baptist Churches. We tented our way to Kansas City one year. We stayed at a crowded camp ground. Every morning our family emerged from the tent – Scofield Bibles in hand, wearing dress clothes and we were off to the sessions. In the evening we hurried home and jumped in the pool. One day thunder storms knocked down our tent and soaked all of our possessions while we were away for the day at the conference. That was an adventure.
One year my dad and I drove to Winona Lake, Indiana for a day of the conference in our powder-blue VW bug. Dad and I spent the day enjoying the historic conference grounds, the fellowship, the book store, the music and the preaching. I remember Roger Mill’s message that night from 1 Peter on love. I remember what the group from BBC sang that night. There was another teen in the service that night named Ken Pyne. We would not meet for years. The meeting was in the old Billy Sunday Tabernacle with a sawdust floor. Darkness came quietly in during the meeting. We all spilled out onto the lawns in the cool night breeze blowing in off the lake. Dad and I drove home talking all the way about the ministry and the things of the Lord.
My parents were and still are devoted to the ministry of Christ over every other thing. They didn’t spend much money but when they did it was always investing in things of eternal significance. Like the household of Stephanus, they “addicted themselves to the ministry – ” (1 Cor. 16:15 KJV)
I am happy in the service of the King!
Pastor Ken Pierpont
Ankeny, Iowa – Attending the GARBC Annual Conference
June 27, 2008
Lois Gail
I do have a wife. This is a picture of her and our youngest daughter.
Daddy’s Little Angel
When Hannah was less than five years old she got a hold of one of my Bibles and made marks in it that looked like scribbling. I said, “Hannah, why did you scribble in my Bible?”
She said, “I didn’t scribble, I drew an angel, Daddy.”
I was not pleased at the time. But she did see me write in the Bible all the time. It was perfectly natural for her to write in it too. After looking at it I realized it was an angel, just a little one. That little angel has grown on me over time. An angel really is a good thing to draw in a Bible.
Years have swiftly passed and Hannah has grown into a young woman. This year Hannah graduated from the Stonebridge Academy (our home school). She is eighteen. She doesn’t make messes or scribble in expensive Bibles anymore. I would love to enjoy her little years over again, but life doesn’t work like that.
She likes to drive. She wants the keys. She is eager to make her way in the world and do exciting things. I don’t blame her. She is a beautiful girl inside and out with a very promising future.
She draws angels wherever she goes. She has made marks all over all of our lives. She has marked my life and my heart and those marks will never go away. I never want them to.
Whenever I have seen her little angel in that Bible I use it reminds me to thank God for her and ask the blessing of God on her wherever life takes her. He takes our scribbles and even our mistakes and makes masterpieces of them.
In his book, How To Be Born Again, Billy Graham wrote: “There is a well-known story of some men in Scotland who had spent the day fishing. That evening they were having tea in a little inn. One of the fishermen, in a characteristic gesture to describe the size of the fish that got away, slung out his hands just as the little waitress was getting ready to set the cup of tea at his place. The hand and the teacup collided, dashing the tea against the whitewashed walls. Immediately an ugly brown stain began to spread over the wall. The man who did it was very embarrassed and apologized profusely, but one of the other guests jumped up and said, ‘Never mind.’ Pulling a pen from his pocket, he began to sketch around the ugly brown stain. Soon there emerged a picture of a magnificent royal stag with his antlers spread. That artist was Sir Edwin Landseer, England’s foremost painter of animals.”
Ken Pierpont
In Ankeny, Iowa
June 26, 2008
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