
Watch Your Step (Video)
Bethel Church | Jackson, Michigan
Ken Pierpont | Lead Pastor
March 13, 2022 AM
Bittersweet Farm

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Watch Your Step (Video)
Bethel Church | Jackson, Michigan
Ken Pierpont | Lead Pastor
March 13, 2022 AM

Filed Under: Bittersweet Farm

I’m springin’ forward.
Are you springin’ forward?
All God’s chillin’ springin’ forward.
See you in the mornin’ Bethel family….
WARNING: STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS WRITING TO FOLLOW.
Years ago I was asked to speak in Illinois for a week at a gathering of churches. Dan and Wes went with me. We stayed in the basement a farmhouse owned by an elderly lady from the church. We enjoyed good eats and fellowship. It was spring.
At the time we lived in a huge hotel that housed our ministry at the time, so I was always eager to have the boys out with me for a week. I ran in the park every day and the boys rode their bikes.
I cherish the memory and miss these boys who have families of their own and churches of their own and live far away in New Mexico and Texas.
I think it will be spring there soon and Bluebonnet time in Texas. I don’t know when spring arrives the high desert of New Mexico but I’m sure the locals will welcome it like we do when it fully arrives here about halfway through the month of May.
Dan, the big boy is a sheriff’s deputy and has a fine Christian wife and three fine boys. Wes, the smaller one, is a plumber and has a fine Christian wife and two daughters. I have lots of plans for the future, but when I come across these old pictures it wrecks me.
One more memory for those who are still reading:
While we were staying in the basement of the old farm house we were getting ready for church one night and Wes started screaming bloody murder and calling his brother every possible name a pastor’s kid can get away with.
“What happened?” I asked
“He shot me with that…” Wes said, and he was red in the face angry.
Daniel was laughing and standing there with a decanter of wretched strong perfume that was probably bottled toward the end of World War I.
It sounds funny but I weep and laugh at the same time as I type these words in my quiet house I love where I can read and write and study without a whisper of interruption. The only sound is the quiet flutter of the keyboard as my fingers move over the keys and the sound of the winter wind in woods across the road.
I keep telling myself. The boys are doing now what I loved so much. They are raising their families. They won’t realize until they are my age how much they will miss it.
Lois will be home soon. A good man would make dinner, but I think I will lay out the ingredients for her to make a homemade pizza. We will watch a program and probably talk about the kids and grandkids… and set our clocks forward so we are not late for church…
All God’s chillin’ springin’ forward tonight.
Oh. And don’t feel bad for Wesley. He up-graded his wheels since this picture was taken… (The other picture is his current ride).
Bittersweet Farm
March 12, 2022

Filed Under: Current Thoughts
My dad is going to be 88 in May. He has a curious habit that surfaces twice a year. In the spring and in the fall he makes a special effort to be sure he tells all of us to remember to fall back or spring forward. He never, ever misses a single time-change.
In recent years we have tried to tell him that we are all continually tethered to our phones and they will not allow us to not spring forward or fall back. He does not listen but insists on telling us to be sure we are not late for church or too early…
As our nest started to empty out I think I began to understand the motive behind his persistent habit. Lois and I have four sons and four daughters. They used to sit all in one row every Sunday morning all spiffed up for church. Now they live all over the country. Most of them have children of their own.
All of them are Christians. All of them have churches. Two of them are pastors. Still when Saturday night and Sunday morning roll around I have a powerful longing to know that they are getting ready to gather with God’s people and give him thanks.
I want to know our grandchildren will know all the Jesus stories and all the Bible verses. I want to know they will have the Jesus songs in their hearts. I want to know that though we are far apart, one day maybe soon we will all be together in the presence of Jesus singing together at the foot of the Throne of the Slain Lamb.
I don’t want to be too direct, so I suppose when I’m an old man I will try to think of creative ways to say… “You guys are all planning to be on time for church tomorrow, right? Don’t forget to gather the family and gather with others and give Jesus what he deserves on the Lord’s Day tomorrow. Don’t be late. I love you.”
Oh, Mom and Dad. Thanks for the reminder to spring forward and fall back. I see what you did there.
Bittersweet Farm
March 2022

Filed Under: Current Thoughts

Our Empty Nest
Bittersweet Farm is what is often called “An Empty Nest.” Lois and I live here quietly alone after forty years of raising children, which was wonderful but rarely quiet. We miss the noise and the messes and the blessed chaos of it all. We miss the boys skateboarding in the basement. We miss the six-bags of trash as week at the curb besides the huge dumpster. We miss the wrestling matches in the living room. We miss the pew full of Pierponts at church. We miss the girls with all their hair appliances and beauty potions and lotions. We miss the laughter and the Sunday night pizza runs. We miss the stories around the table and the huge vats of goulash and spaghetti. We miss the conversations around the fire in the family room and movie nights. We miss listening to Chuk play his guitar. We miss Wes and Dan who moved through the house and moved to the other side of the world when it seemed like they were still boys. We think of that often. But our life is quiet. Bittersweet Farm is peaceful. We have a good life.
Bethel is a good place to serve. Bittersweet is a good place to live, and spring is coming on. It’s coming slow, but it is coming. The cranes are back in the “Mitten” and the forest is coming back to life. It snows but usually with less frequency and less intensity and we don’t mind. Saturday it was sunny and in the sixties. Today it snowed and turned the forest white. Now the snow is melting. Soon I will have no excuses to read and write in the corner of my room and I will need to get out and putter in the Carriage House and do the stuff the cold gave me an excuse to neglect all winther.
Listening
In the last couple Journals from Bittersweet Farm I have written about listening. First, I told the story about the powerful listening experience I experienced at Twelve Stones. The second was the story about my experience of listening in Israel. (I have since lost that piece, so if anyone out there saved it, I would consider that a sweet answer to prayer). Today I am passing along a little list of reasons to improve your listening skills. You can call it eight things that will happen when we listen well… or you could call it eight powerful reasons to improve your listening skills. Let me know what you think and send me my story about listening in Israel if you find it.
Eight Powerful Reasons to Improve Your Listening Skills
I recently read a biography of Eugene Peterson by Winn Collier. (A Burning In My Bones) Peterson was well-known for his words, especially his written words. He wrote books that will be in print for a long time. He wrote a very popular paraphrase of the Bible. You could say he was famous for his words, but those who knew him best would say that he was a very skilled listener. He was very slow to speak. He was very slow to give advice. He was a listener. He considered listening one of his most important pastoral skills. (The audio version of the Eugene Peterson bio. is read by Richard Poe and it is an amazing reading. Follow the link and click on the sample audio and you will be hooked).
Here are eight reasons listening is so powerful:
1—When you listen well you often diffuse anger. Prov. 15:1 “A soft answer turns away wrath…” Proverbs 29:11 — “A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control.”
2—When you listen well you communicate love. Phil. 2:3-5 “…love is patient, kind…”
3—When you listen well you show honor. 1 Peter 3:7 Husbands, likewise, dwell with them with understanding, giving honor to the wife, as to the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life, that your prayers may not be hindered.
4—When you listen well you learn. (Prov. 19:27) “Cease to hear instruction my son and you will stray from the words of knowledge.” (Prov. 2:1-4) You can learn while you are talking but you can’t learn without listening and attending. You just cannot learn without paying careful attention. In conversation, when I really want to learn. I try to ask questions and summarize. I don’t want to interrupt.
5—When you listen well you are equipped to guide, teach, and protect others. (Prov. 18:2) “A fool has no delight in understanding, but in expressing his own heart.” It can be useful to talk about yourself, but if you really want to teach or guide others, you have to listen to them and talk about them.
6—When you listen well you help and heal. Proverbs 20:5 Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water, But a man of understanding will draw it out.
7—When you listen well you can help others reconcile and resolve conflict. Peacemakers are good listeners. (Matthew 18:15-17) “If he does not listen…” (Phil. 2:4) not just his own interests, but the interests of others.
8—When you listen well you are prepared to share the gospel effectively. Listening gives you insight into a persons soul so you can see the cracks where the gospel goes in.
I always want to learn and grow and progress in faith, character, and virtue. Since I was a child I have been known to be verbal, but I want to be a skilled and loving listener. God helping me.
Bittersweet Farm
March 7, 2022

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