Growing a Family With a Life-Long Love for God
Bethel Church-Jackson, Michigan
February 18, 2018 AM
Pastor Ken Pierpont

Bittersweet Farm

Filed Under: Current Thoughts
Growing a Family With a Life-Long Love for God
Bethel Church-Jackson, Michigan
February 18, 2018 AM
Pastor Ken Pierpont


Filed Under: Current Thoughts
Tommy Oaks, Storyteller
I believe all preachers and teachers of truth should be concrete and clear in their communication. They should answer the questions:
–Can you make that clear?
–What does that look like?
–Why do I care?
–How can I do that?”
I have learned, the way God has gifted me, that telling stories is a powerful way of doing that. Not all good preachers and teachers are good storytellers, but those who don’t choose to use them should be clear and concrete and they should avoid blanket statements condemning or denigrating those who do.
How I came to love stories is one of the best stories I ever tell. I’d be flattered if you would read it. You can read that here. I’d be especially enriched if you would send me a complimentary note…written on a twenty-dollar bill. But the story of how I came to love stories has many chapters. It’s a book I hope to be writing for years to come. If I add a chapter do you promise to read it?
A Spring Night in the Ohio Countryside
Years ago in central Ohio a friend invited me attend special meetings at a country church. We drove through hill farm-country in fragrant spring to the little stone church. I didn’t expect much. I was in for a pleasant surprise. My imagination was ignited that night by a story-teller. His name was Tommy Oaks.
Tommy is from Tennessee. I hear he is the first man ever to graduate with a Master’s Degree in Story-telling from East Tennessee State University. I love the sound of that, though-degree or not- I’m sure Tommy would say you can either tell a story or you can’t. You don’t have to have a master’s degree to be a good story-teller.
He wore a wrinkled shirt with a string tie. He had a salt-and-pepper beard and maybe a little more hair on his face than he had on his head. He moved the pulpit aside and spoke without notes. He had in his memory what he was going to say and he skillfully planted it into our memory. This is what he said;
“When I was a boy I went to church a lot. The preacher always seemed to have three points and a story. I couldn’t tell you what the points were later that afternoon, but I always remembered the story. Tonight I want you to remember what I am going to say so I am going to tell three stories and make one point.”
He told a story. It was a good story and when he finished the story he didn’t make any point but simply said; “Alright, that’s the first story. Now for the second one,” and launched into another. The first story was short and humorous. The second story was simple and short, too. Then Tommy said, “That’s the second story, now here’s the third.”
The third story was slower in telling and serious. Everyone, even little ones, held still and breathed quiet and followed him with their eyes. By the time he reached the end you could start to tell the truth that tied all three of the stories together. It was a profound and weighty truth. It didn’t seem like he had talked for a long time but looking out through the open window you could see that the sun had slipped from sight and the fireflies hovered over the grass. The air was cooler and all of us sitting on the wooden pews enjoyed the silence that a good story produces. We listened like we were smelling fresh bread or slowly savoring a piece of gourmet cheesecake.
Both And: Theological Faithfulness and Storytelling Skill
In the circles in which I run (that’s right I run in circles) we are pretty theologically-conscious. We take a dim view of messages that are not rooted in Scripture top to bottom. We have a carefully-drafted doctrinal position and we like to be able to tell our preachers are sticking pretty close to it. We don’t really think the pulpit is the best place to express our personal opinions or preferences. We like some meat in our preaching. We want to hear someone handle the Word of God with skill and passion.
When the liberal theologians abandoned the authority of Scripture around the turn of the 19th century they substituted moralistic stories about social themes in their place. As a result we often rightly assume that story-teller preachers don’t quite have all their theological marbles. They aren’t always playing with a full theological deck. They are armed but they are no danger to the enemy because their homiletical gun is loaded with blanks.
Tall Tales or True Truth
I met a guy like that a few summers ago. He was a very good story-teller. I was eager to hear him because he was a pastor. He was from a denomination that is not well known for wearing out their Bibles so I was not surprised to find that he was not obsessed with truth. His specialty was tall tales. He sure could spin out a yarn and lay a whopper on you. Sort of a liar for hire, I guess. You could tell from listening that his was a sort of smorgasbord theology, you take what looks good to you and if you see something that you don’t think would taste good to you, you just leave it alone.
After he “told” I talked to him. I congratulated him on his skill and his style. I said; “I understand you are a pastor.”
He must have seen me coming or read my mind. Before I could speak again he offered, “Don’t try to make any sense of my stories. They are strictly for entertainment.”
I smiled politely but the idea went against my grain. I don’t think I have ever told a story without a specific lesson or point. As I see it if you don’t have anything to say that tells me something. You are making the point that you don’t think it is important to make a point. I’m not suggesting you have to assault people with truth. If you tell a good story you shouldn’t have harangue them to get a point across. A good story well-told mostly applies itself. You just lay it on the table and walk away.
My favorite preachers are story-tellers who know the Story of stories and tell it well. The stories of the Bible are often left untold or they are not told well. Secular story-tellers commonly tell tall tales, myths and legends. There is a place for different kinds of stories, but my own niche is true stories. Usually I know they are true because they happened to me, but in my story-telling repertoire I have a few well-chosen favorites that I have picked up from others too.
In my view it is illegitimate to tell stories in the pulpit and inconsistent to try to make a point with them if you don’t believe there is a major “over-arching story” that gives purpose to all the other stories. They say that post-moderns are opposed to an over-arching unifying narrative. That’s too bad because there is a meta-narrative. God is the author of the great story, and it gives meaning to all other stories ever. To reject the big story is to lose your place in the story of God.
Jesus, The Master Storyteller
Jesus fulfilled the prophecy of Psalm 78 by being a storyteller. You can tell a lot about Jesus by the commands he gave, by the questions he asked, the prayers he prayed, and the stories he told. Do you remember when Jesus told three stories to make one point on Luke 15? You have to agree that in telling three stories he made one of the most memorable points any teacher ever made. The first two stories climax into one of the most powerful stories anyone has ever told–the story of the Prodigal Son. They were three stories of lost things found. In every story everyone rejoiced when the lost things were found, including the Father. At the end of the third story there was a twist–an exception. There was one who would not rejoice–the older brother refused to rejoice. People will be telling those Jesus stories long after he returns. They are powerful.
My Ambition
Men are filled with ambition from boyhood. They want to fight fires, fly to the moon, populate planets, win championships, subdue kingdoms, and capture fame, honor and beauty. I just want to be a really good story teller. My ambition is the Kingdom of God and my calling is to stir people up to press into the Kingdom with the Story and with stories.
Ken Pierpont
Bittersweet Farm
Summit Township–Michigan
February 22, 2018

Filed Under: Current Thoughts, Faith and Family
Classic Re-post for those of you who have not been reading my blog since 1999.



I read a lot of books. Some of them are devotional, some are theological, some are informational, a few are recreational. One of my favorite recent reads is practical. It was written by a fellow named Dan Bolin. This little treasure is packed full of creative, humorous ways to love your daughter(s). It is called: “How to Be Your Daughter’s Daddy.” and sub-titled: “365 Ways To Show Your Daughter You Care.” Since I have never been a little girl this is a most helpful book.
Here is a sample of some of Dan’s suggestions:
It is hard to list these ideas and to think of the precious little girls the Lord has given me without tears of love and gratitude. When you have a little girl, every day is a treasure!
When I look at old pictures or videos of our three little daughters I always get a lump in my throat. They won’t live with me forever. Some day another man will enjoy their cookies and their smile. They will be grown and gone and I won’t be able to go with them up to their room at night and pray with them and tuck them in.
Maybe you wondered how Dan Bolin the author of “How to Be Your Daughter’s Daddy” came up with all those good ideas? Dan had a sense of urgency about spending as much time with his little daughter Catie as possible. His daughter was only four years old when they discovered that she had leukemia. When she was nine little Catie went to heaven. After they discovered her disease Dan had only had five more years to live his daughter.
I hope I can keep Dan’s book and use it with my daughter’s daughters, but we have no promise of tomorrow. Like Gloria Gather wrote: “We have this moment to hold in our hands and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand. Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow may never come, but we have this moment today.”
Heavenly Father, Thank you for the precious little girls you have entrusted to me for a short time. Forgive me for my selfishness and help me make every moment count. And until Dan and Dan and Catie are together again in a place where death never separates, bless him for reminding us to love our daughters while we still can.
P.S. Its Saturday morning April 10th and if the ultrasound is right another little girl will join us any day.
P.P.S. God in His gracious providence, on Tuesday morning, April 20, 1999 at 5:27, sent into our lives a beautiful, healthy baby daughter. Mom and baby are both well. The Pine Street Parsonage has been filled with joy for the last week as friends and neighbors have come by to hold baby Hope and leave food and gifts. We are overwhelmed by the goodness of God and the kindness of his people and we are “…rejoicing in hope.” (Romans 12:12)




Filed Under: Bittersweet Farm, Current Thoughts
Bittersweet Farm Journal
(Number 2)


This weekend a hearty snow storm swept across the southern part of the state covering our part of Jackson County in nearly a foot of fresh snow. I was away speaking at a retreat up in the tip of the Mitten at Camp Barakel.
As always, it was delightful to be at Barakel even though I miscalculated the starting time of the last chapel and they had to come get me out of the shower to preach. Still, I was invited to return.
It’s been my privilege to speak at Barakel for 20 years. Since December my brother Kevin and his family have been serving on staff there. I was able to share some meals with them in their home on the camp property.
I arrived at Barakel after dark and stepped out of the cold and snow into the circle of warmth of a crackling wood fire in my brother’s home. It was sweet to think how kind God has been to give the Pierpont family so many opportunities to serve in such a blessed ministry.
It was my first Sunday away from Bethel. I missed being with the Bethel family and it’s good to be home. I returned early enough to enjoy the beauty of the snow storm, but late enough to miss it’s danger.
This weekend I spent some time working in the Conference Room at Barakel. This is a photo of Uncle Johnny and his Alumnus of the Year Recognition and chair given to him by Moody Bible Institute.
Lois did some decorating in the Farm House while I was gone.
You Need A Plaid Couch
In 1985 I was the Associate Pastor of Youth and Music at Loomis Park Baptist Church right here in Jackson. When we came to serve at Loomis Lois was pregnant with our third child, Chuk. The church provided a nice parsonage for us, and a full time salary including health benefits. They promised to cover the cost of our baby’s birth.
When the time of his birth approached we discovered a mistake had been made and there would be no insurance coverage. The good people of the church promised to take up an offering to cover our expenses. We were grateful.
One afternoon I went home for lunch and Lois was worried that our care would not be good because we would be coming in without insurance. We had met with the hospital administrator who promised that we would be treated well. We agreed to pay $200.00 ahead and the rest we could pay after the offering was taken.
I reminded Lois of our arrangement, She said; “I know honey, but we don’t have 200.00 dollars.”
As a young husband I wanted to comfort her and I wanted to be a man of faith, but I wasn’t very experienced in these things yet. The only thing I knew to do was pray.
“I said, let’s kneel down here and pray.”
We knelt there by our humble plaid couch and committed our worries to the Lord, then I returned to the church.
Within ten minutes of my return to work the faithful church custodians, a couple named Earl and Verlie Wedge, came in and stood at my desk. They said; “We know the church is going to be collecting money to pay the hospital bill but we thought you might be able to use a little before the baby is born.” They laid a check on my desk. I thanked them and prayed with them and they left.
The check was for $200.00.
Chuk was born healthy and he was paid for. He’s all grown up now with children of his own and he is a youth pastor about an hour from here. He and his wife Cecilia have another baby on the way soon.
I tell him, “God will take care of you, son. You can count on Him. You just need an old plaid couch where you can kneel and turn your burdens over to the Lord..”

Filed Under: Bethel Church-Jackson, Current Thoughts
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