02/20/11 6:00 AM
Speaker: Ken Pierpont
Series: Matthew’s Gospel
Bittersweet Farm
Filed Under: Sermons

Filed Under: Current Thoughts, Virtues and Values
We used to live less than an hour from the heart of the Ohio Amish Country. The countryside there was pleasant to see and we frequently drove the back roads in every season and watched the progress of growing things and family life. My day off was Monday. That was usually our day to wander the back roads, browse the bookstores, and sample the baked goods of the Amish Country. We enjoyed picnics in the summer, apple cider in the fall, and coffee with cheese tarts to warm the coldest winter days. On warm spring afternoons we rolled down the windows to smell the fresh earth turned by horse-drawn plows and listen to the music of birds returned from their winter homes. Holmes County looks beautiful year round.
Once in our driving we noticed an unusual structure. It was a low cement block home built into a hillside with a flat black tar-paper roof. The land around it was pleasant, but I was surprised to see a structure with so little to commend itself aesthetically among so many pleasing Amish homes. Every time we traveled to the area we noticed the family that lived in the flat cement block house. A swing set and other playthings signaled the presence there of a young, growing family.
I’m not sure how many years we noticed that home. It may have been four or five years, until one day we were driving down the road and we were suprised to see that on top of the low structure of block set a beautiful three-story home. The family had been saving money all those years, living in the basement, so they could afford to build their dream home.
If you are ever tempted to discouragement with your accommodations or circumstances here on earth you might want to keep in mind that you are living in the basement. If you are a child of God your dream home is not on this earth. If things are hard or you are troubled with aging or sickness, or if you have been able to gather very little, you need to remember that you are living in the basement right now. It is not your dream house. It is not your final destination.
One day all the things you hoarded will be gone. All the things you labored for, all the things you coveted, all the things you argued and struggled to gather, all the things you stored, all your status symbols and toys, all your favorite personal things will be burned up. Before that it is likely that they will either wear out or they will fall into the hands of other people. So don’t worry too much about the basement. Don’t spend a lot of money on the basement. Don’t get too comfortable in the basement.
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and thieves and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” (Matthew 6:19-21)
“We do not look on the things which are seen, but at the things which are unseen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.” (2 Corinthians 4:18)
“…since all these things will be dissolved, what manner of persons ought you to be in holy conduct and godliness, looking for and hastening the coming of ht day of God, because of which the heaven will be dissolved, being on fire, and the elements will melt with fervent heat? Nevertheless we, according to His promise, look for new heavens and a new earth in which righteousness dwells.” (2 Peter 1:17)
“Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world-the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life-is not of the Father but is of the world. And the world is passing away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides forever.” (1 John 2:15-17)

Filed Under: Circuit-Riding, Current Thoughts
Made this tonight… gotta’ go get some milk…
And now, without any further delay…. the granola recipe of the century….

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Filed Under: Current Thoughts, Faith and Family
(Written in 2007) It was a rare, quiet Saturday yesterday. We are bracing for an exciting flourish of activity that begins today launching three weeks of exciting travel and ministry. I was working on editing some stories for a book when Lois came in from shopping.
For the last month we have been treated to a natural phenomenon that happens only once every seventeen years. It is the invasion of cicadas. If you haven’t experienced a cicada invasion the best way for me to describe it is to say it is like one of the plagues of Egypt. It is like a divine scourge of apocalyptic proportions. Cicadas are huge bugs that resemble locusts or grasshoppers, but they are bigger and louder and much, much uglier. They climb the trees and invade cars and houses and find their way into the most interesting places.
They ride in on your clothing. Every day at least one visits our staff meeting and announces his presence with loud singing. This weekend I saw a waiter hustling one out of Olive Garden in a napkin.
Lois came in from shopping and I heard her say, “Do you hear a cicada? I think I have one on me. Do you see it? O my,” she said, “I think it went down my shirt.” Since the plot had taken an interesting turn I put away my work to observe closely what would transpire next. The pitch, volume, and intensity of her voice rose and her face turned red as she began to dance around the dining room pulling at the neck of her shirt and saying, “I think it went down my shirt. I can hear it. I can feel it. Get it out! Get it out! I watched but made no move to help. To my delight she then took off her shirt faster than I have seen her do it in nearly thirty years of marriage no matter how eager she was to disrobe, and there nestled at her breast was the fortunate critter, happy as a bug in a—well, you know. She ended his pleasant ride by knocking him to the ground and stomping him to death, but it must have been a nice ride while it lasted.
Sometimes marriage is hard. Other times it’s more fun than you expected. Here’s to the happy surprises of married love. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Ken Pierpont
Granville Cottage
Riverview, Michigan
February 14, 2011

Filed Under: Current Thoughts, Village Parson, Virtues and Values
Ralph and Maxine had been married nearly fifty years. I was their pastor. One day I heard Ralph was in the hospital. I drove to town and made my way to his room. He was having a tussle with an ugly strain of the flu. It looked miserable, but it didn’t look serious. I kept my visit short, prayed with him, and said good-bye. I thought I would see him in church on Sunday, but the next day instead of being discharged to recover at home as I expected, he was flown to Columbus. His wife called to tell me she was on her way. I was shocked. I wondered if I would ever see him alive again.
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