Debbie could not wait for the bus to arrive in Casper. The snow was falling and she could imagine the parsonage decorated for Christmas. She could imagine the taste of her mother’s traditional pumpkin roll and the smell of her father’s coffee. She remembered the sound of her brother’s baritone laughter. She closed her eyes and she could see a huge spruce in the bay window wound in lights.
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Welcome
Welcome to the new (looking) KenPierpont.com. We’ve been around for several years as the Pine Street Parsonage. We are now shifting gears and redesigning a bit to highlight the Stonebridge Newsletter. Each week Ken sends a thought provoking article your way via e-mail in the Stonebridge Newsletter. This site contains all the articles Ken has sent over the past year plus lots of articles Ken has written and posted here in the years prior to sending the Stonebridge Newsletter.
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Kevin Pierpont
Thoughts on A Harvest Psalm
In 1990 we lived in an old farmhouse nestled snug in a valley on Rutledge Road in eastern Knox County in Ohio. My study was at home in a garret room in the top of the house. Often I would start my day by taking a walk.
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Mountaintop and Marketplace
When I was a boy I hated having to go to bed. I still try to milk every minute of life out of every day, but I have grown to love the sweetness of sleep. When I sleep I could sleep through a tornado or a train wreck.
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Peanut Butter for Thanksgiving
To me the ultimate feeling of well-being is sitting down to a holiday meal with the family all around the table. It is especially sweet at Thanksgiving. No one cooks for you quite like your own wife. Over the years your tastes move in the direction of her gifts and her dishes move in the direction of your preferences. After a couple decades you meet in the middle and prefer her cooking over just about anyone.
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When Bumped
Things are not always as they appear.
The whole thing played itself out before my eyes. Her husband did not want her to walk all the way in from the parking lot so he dropped her off at the main entrance. She was a pleasant-looking woman, nicely groomed and conservatively dressed. She was planning to spend the evening strolling the shopping mall on her husband’s arm. It wouldn’t be that simple.
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