Bittersweet Farm
Re-posted from 2004
A few weeks ago we entertained a guest from China. He and his wife and Lois and I ate together at Bob Evans when we picked him up from the airport. I had coffee. He had tea. I was raised in Ohio. He was raised on the other side of the world. But we bowed to thank God for our meal together because we had Christ in common. As we ate together and talked we discovered something more.
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Re-post from last Thanksgiving…
Our first-born was here for Thanksgiving Eve. I gave him the pulpit. He brought a brief Thanksgiving message. It was a meaningful message–worth a listen. You can hear it right here:
Re-posted from 2005
photo by Peter Kroon
Paul Jordan has an interesting habit. Paul is one of the most effective and valuable members of our staff. He is our information technology guy. Every day he sends me an e-mail synopsis of what he has done. I’m grateful for the e-mail but I usually understand very little of what he reports. Sometimes I wonder if he just uses big-sounding computer words to make himself sound busy and important as cover for the fact that he spends hours in his room playing computer games.
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At Thanksgiving in 1998 we lived in Fremont, Michigan. I sat down one evening a keyed in a few of my thoughts. I never published them. It was interesting to read them now, twelve years–twelve years later. Here they are in case you are interested:
Things are peaceful around the parsonage these days. We fill the place with our seven children and there is always plenty of activity.
Kyle is working every evening for the Knuvers on the dairy farm. He likes to listen to public radio from Inerlocken while he does he chores. Last week we went out to see him at work and found him plowing with a big John Deere Tractor turning over dark soil on a beautiful autumn evening with the sun casting long shadows across the mellow fields.
Last night we all loaded up the truck and went to the library for a couple dozen picture books. The girls are sitting in front of the fire now reading to each other. Sometimes in the fall when the Buckeyes are doing so well we are tempted to cave in and buy a TV but when the children read a book or two a day I know we made a good decision to not have one.
Monday night made a quick trip south. The moon was new and rose over the ripening corn and rusty oaks in the eastern sky. It sat like a lumminous ball just above the trees in the purple sky at dusk as a beautiful autumn day gave way to evening.
Lois, Heidi, Kyle, me, Daniel, Charles, Wes and Hannah all have birthdays between September and December.
In late October Charles and I took in the Michiagan Association of Regular Baptist Churches Annual Conference in Flint. The fellowship, preaching, and music were all great and it gave us a chance to spend a day with Mom and Dad who drove up from Jonesville for the day on Tuesday.
The last leaves of autumn were blowing down as we made our way back across the state home.
(The Painting is by John Sloane)
I try hard to be humble. But is my wife an amazing picture-taker or what?
Our daughter lives with her husband in Oak Creek, Wisconsin. She arranged a holiday trip for the girls (and Tweez) to the Windy City to see the Christmas parade and watch the lighting of the city. I remember this fondly from when I was a student at Moody, a few blocks away. I never dreamed back then what my life would be like today. I never dreamed walking those same streets thirty years ago that I would have such a family and they would return to the same places were I strolled as a young man awed by the mighty city.
You can see all the pictures here.
11:00 AM
Ken Pierpont; Psalm 107
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