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Thank You, Jim Parmalee
Thanks to Jim Evans for snapping this recent photo of the original FBC Wayland building. I helped build this building with my own hands–when I was six. ————- Lois and Hope and I are in Oregon visiting Jesse and Holly this week on a vacation. We have seen many of the local sites, Cannon Beech, […]
Alone in the Night; Story Podcast #23
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The Two Peninsulas
My friend Adam has moved to Miami, Florida. He had his devotional time on the beach at sunrise this morning. He grabbed his phone and shot a video of the sand and water and palms bending in the gentle breeze to send to his wife. It was a beautiful scene. He knew I loved nature […]
The First Day of Summer; Story Podcast #22
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The Last Word to the Churches (Sermon)
Series: Barn Raising: Becoming an Irresistible Community of Love Title: The Last Word to the Churches Text: 1 John Place: Evangel Baptist Church-Taylor, Michigan Speaker: Pastor Ken Pierpont Date: May 17, 2015 AM
My Mother’s Voice (Sermon)
05/10/2015 11:00 AM My Mother’s Voice Ken Pierpont Ephesians 4:32
Where Was God When Life Was Dark?
I love this little story by Clovis Chappell that I heard second-hand from Haddon Robinson. Here is how I remember it: Once a man married a woman from Kentucky. They were young and very deeply in love. Early in their marriage because of illness she lost her mind. Sometimes she would not even recognize him. […]
The Smell of Spring in Your Soul
I was about thirteen when I started saving money from my paper route for a new bike. I rose at five in the morning six days a week from about 11 to 17 years old to deliver the Dayton Journal Herald. I’ve been an early-riser since. Dad saw that I was a high-energy kid and […]