Ken

There are thousands of proofs of the truth of the Christian message, the claims of the Scripture, and the reality of the physical resurrection of Jesus Christ. Have you ever considered that one of the most stirring proofs of the fact of the resurrection is the existence, the vitality, and the character of the Christian Church in the world?

On nearly every street corner in every city and town and village and berg in America a spire points heavenward in evidence of the vitality of the Church of Christ. The power, truth, and endurance of the Christian message are displayed by the singularity of the gospel message which is proclaimed in a variety of ways by very diverse groups across the land and around the world.

As the sun sweeps across the earth on Easter Sunday morning our brothers and sisters in Christ are celebrating the Resurrection of Christ. We may differ on the way we govern our churches. We may have differences of opinion about other doctrinal issues. Some of our divisions and differences displease the Lord. Some of our separateness is evidence of our obedience to the Lord and our desire to be people of conviction about truth. Some of it is cultural. But we know that everyone who has called on the Lord Jesus alone for salvation through the blood of Jesus Christ is a part of our spiritual family.

There is a great and far-reaching factor that unites every true Christian. Our faith, trust, and confidence for salvation are in a Risen Christ. We serve a risen Savior! We may baptize differently. We may sing different songs. We may meet in homes or store fronts, or cathedrals or warehouses. We may sing the great anthems, or Christian classics or we may praise him with acoustic instruments and nasal voices, but all of our hearts are filled with the wonder of the Living Christ.

And the same is true all over this great land of ours.

Where waves lap the rocky shores of Main

Where sun bakes the red clay of Georgia

Where daffodils bloom on green hills of Pennsylvania

Where cows graze on the farms of Wisconsin

Where snow blankets the pines of Michigan

Where sand covers the deserts of New Mexico

In wooden chapels in mountain villages

From the Canadian border to the gulf of Mexico

From the Spokane to Cape Cod

In converted super-markets in Americas suburbs

From the Northern tip of Alaska were Eskimo children gather to hear missionaries tell stories

To the white beaches of Miami, Florida where a young man preaches on the beach

In cities and villages and county-side

In prisons

In hospitals

In orphanages

In asylums

In colleges and universities

Because Jesus Christ is alive he inspires us to worship, and preaching, and song. Little children lisp His praise. Gray-haired saints weep to hear it.

In the homes of the Amish in the rolling hills of Ohio were the men and women sit on opposite sides of the church and the women were head coverings and the hymns are sung in high German. They bring the benches in every week in a horse-drawn trailer and gather in the afternoon to eat together while the children stroll on the lawn. Young church-planters rent cinemas and sing to the accompaniment of a synthesizer. In tiny mountain churches the hymns are accompanies by tinny upright pianos. In stately, historic downtown churches majestic organs ring with triumphal anthems. Great clapping swaying choirs in inner city churches faces radiant with the joy of Christ. Church bells peel out their devotion to the living Christ over city and countryside.

Some preach the gospel wearing robes and following the church calendar and using liturgies. Some shout and pound the pulpit and work up a sweat. Some preach intellectual and philosophical messages. Some pulpits are occupied by bi-vocational pastors with simple messages and humble circumstances. But all true faithful gospel preachers declare the truth of the risen Christ, the holiness he demands, his resurrection and the grace he supplies.

The message of all true churches is the message of the cross and the resurrection. Every true herald of the Gospel will turn a corner in his message and lead his congregation along the Via Dolarosa to the Cross. He will guide them past the wonderful horror of Calvary and look in wonder on Jesus dying for our sins. He will lead them to the garden in the misty early morning light and behold the wonder of the empty tomb.

Not just here in America, but all over the face of the earth.

In Cuba, thirsty as a sponge for the water of life

From the jungles of the Amazon to the thriving cities of Brazil –

In thatch huts in tropical climates

In chapels in once -communist lands filled to every corner with eager youth and old, faithful Babushkas

In thousands of house churches in China

From Greenland’s Icy mountain, to India’s Choral strand

In India where a man peddles his bike and sells his blood to buy video equipment to project gospel films on a sheet between two trees

And all from a frightened confused band of eleven unlearned and ignorant men and some faithful women to every continent on the globe! There is only one possible explanation for that; Jesus Christ is alive! Civilization as we know it we owe to the impact of the Church of Christ.

The value placed on human life

Helping the poor and weak

Education for everyone

Good Government

Public utilities

Freedom for all – civil liberties born with Christianity

The contribution of Christianity to Science

The positive impact on Sexuality and the family

Medicine

Art and music

Changed lives

The blood of the martyrs is still the seed of the church. Wherever the greatest hostility toward the faith is found you will find the deepest faith. Who could ever have guessed in the last twenty years the fall of communism and the role the church would play in it. Who could have predicted the hunger for the gospel in these one dark oppressive lands, like Russia and Romania. In Korea one church has 500,000 in attendance each Sunday many others have tens of thousands. In China today missiologists say the most thriving expression of the church in the world operates in the midst of government oppression.

In Iran and Iraq today there is a growing number of devoted Christians. Many pastors have laid down their lives in the last few years as the cruel arm of Islam has tried to snuff out the fledgling church in that land. In Central Africa Muslim warriors have swept into Christian villages, killed all the men and subjected the wives and children to the worst imaginable kinds of slavery and abuse, but the church still thrives in an atmosphere of homicidal oppression and starvation.

When Jesus said; “I will build my church and the gates of hell will not prevail against it.” He had a tiny band of lay-preachers. It appeared to be a tiny and inconsequential sect that could not survive the death of its leader.

Today the whole earth is full of His glory.

Greater triumphs await. Jesus has promised that there will be a time when the whole earth will be full of his glory as the waters cover the sea. Easter is a day in which we can rejoice in the victory Christ has won over death, sin, the grave and hell.

As certain as winters cold snows are melted away by spring’s warm sun.

As certain as the frozen earth yields to the purple crocus, and yellow daffodil and tulip beds are filled with a rainbow of color,

As certain as the living green comes back into the lawn and the robin arrives to ply it’s surface for worms.

As certain as the birds return to the feeder –

As certain as the sun climbs up over eastern horizon every morning –

So one day death’s icy hold will be broken –

Disease will claim no more children –

Cancer will no longer separate us form our loved ones –

Sin will not foul our relations with people…

Families will not be broken –

There will be no more night
no more sorrow
no more crying
no more disease
no more pain
no more graves
no more death
no more parting with loved ones
no more loneliness
no more fear
no more prejudice
no more injustice
no more broken families
no more sinful defeat
no more temptation
no more sin
no more pain
no more disease
no more heartache
no more labor
no more separation
no more doubt

Jesus lives.

Ken Pierpont
Brook Place
Easter Sunday
April 8, 2007

I was about seventeen when I bought myself a quality table radio with an alarm and sleep function. It was a very nice radio with a large speaker. I could listen to programming as I went to sleep at night. I would often try to go to bed at 10:30 at night so I could set the sleep timer for thirty minutes and go to sleep listening to a program called “Nightwatch” produced by Moody Radio and hosted by Chuck Wagoner. The program was aired by WEEC from Springfield, Ohio. Chuck Wagoner had a rich baritone voice. He spoke very quietly and in an unhurried way. It was a perfect way to end the day with the things of the Lord on your mind.

What you think about before you go to sleep at night could determine the course of your entire life. You will meditate on something in the few minutes before you go to sleep at night. What do you meditate on? Some go to bed thinking about the injuries done to them. Contrary to the Scriptures which say “let not the sun go down upon their wrath,” they go to bed meditating on their hurts. Some go to be meditating on their regrets, their sins, their failures. Some people go to bed meditating on their worries and their fears. Their hearts are filled with anxiety in the last moments of the day. Some go to bed meditating in their desires for things. They go to bed meditating on their ambitions. Others go to bed mediating on their illicit sexual desires. God’s intent is that we meditate on the things of the Lord in the night hours

David set his heart on the Lord at night. You can see this repeatedly in the Psalms. Psalm 63:5-6 says: My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips: When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.

Psalm 16:7 I will bless the Lord: who hath given me counsel: my reigns (mind) instruct me in the night seasons.

Psalm 17:3 Thou hast proved mine heart; thou hast visited me in the night.

Psalm 42:8 Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

Psalm 77:6 I call to remembrance my song in the night. I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search .

Psalm 119:55 I have remembered thy name, O Lord in the night.

Psalm 119:62 At midnight I will rise to give thanks unto thee because of thy righteous judgments.

Psalm 119:148 Mine eyes prevent the night watches , that I might meditate in thy Word. That means I look forward to them.

Psalm 4:4 Stand in awe and sin not: commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still .

Psalm 63:5-7,8 My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips: When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.

Isaiah 26:9 With my soul have I desired thee in the night : yea, with my spirit will I seek thee early.

Isaiah 30:29 Ye shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept .

God often spoke to people in the night. He spoke to Jacob, Laban, Samuel, Daniel, Peter, Mary and Joseph in the night. As one once said; “God works the night shift.”

In September of 1978 I as twenty years old. That was the autumn I met Lois. I did my very best to completely monopolize her time and attention, which I have continued resolutely for the past nearly thirty years. We began to spend time together and I knew early on that I wanted her to be my wife. I knew I was going to be a pastor, so I assumed that she was called to be a pastor’s wife. I wasn’t sure if she knew it yet so one night on a walk around the campus I worked up the courage to ask her.

I said; “Did you ever think you might be a pastor’s wife?”

She said; “No, but when I was in high school I used to lay in bed and night and listen to Lester Roloff on the radio and I felt like God was telling me I was going to do something for Him. I thought maybe I would help troubled girls.

It warmed my heart that night as we were strolling through fallen leaves on that cool autumn night that years before, in my quiet, private meditations on my bed God had been stirring up longings for God and for eternal things in my heart using a Christian radio station late at night. A state away a girl who I had never met was listening to her radio too. God was working in her heart, stirring up her heart for ministry and for God. He was tugging us both into a rich life of ministry together that neither of us would ever have imagined.

Ken Pierpont
Brook Place
Hinsdale, Illinois
April 2, 2007