Faith and Family

It is a beautiful morning. The air is fragrant with spring and this is the time of day when the birds sing in the huge white pines north of the house. I need an excuse to go out. Instead of brewing my own coffee, I jump in the car and drive the back way along Salt Creek to get a cup from McDonalds. One of the children has used my car. I try to keep it impeccably neat. It’s not at all new, but it runs well, gets good mileage, and it is clean. Turning to back out I notice two green gumdrops on the back seat. They make me pray:

“Lord, how am I going to teach my children not to eat gumdrops? Their teeth are going to decay away. Lord, I try to keep my car neat. It’s a good testimony that way. I want my children to learn orderliness and cleanliness. They are character qualities. Without character qualities they won’t do well in life. Lord, how do I teach them to clean up after themselves? It seems like I’ve told them these things a thousand times. Lord, I’m worried about these things. Will my children have teeth when they are my age? Will they live in squalor?”

But on my way for coffee I look at these two green gumdrops on the seat beside me. I am tempted to toss them out the window so my car will be clean but for some odd reason I can’t. I want to hold on to them. I think maybe it was little Hope who left them there.

Driving along the creek toward my morning coffee I suppose Hope will be our last child. It won’t be long and there will be no green gumdrops in the back seat. There will be no little chattering girl in the back seat. I will still turn my worries for her into prayers, but they will be about weightier matters than tooth decay and personal tidiness.

Those two green gumdrops on the seat beside me soften my heart. I pray again; “Lord, please help me to have a heart full of patient love for Hope and for Lois and for the other children. Remind me that our days together are numbered. Help me to have the sweet long-suffering of Jesus on my face and in my heart during the few short hours each day that I get to be with them. When years from now they remember my face, Jesus, please help them remember it with a smile of loving approval and not with a scowl of impatience. May the aroma of patient love permeate our home like the fresh fragrance of spring and give me a song every morning like the birds in the pines at dawn. Oh, and Lord, thank you for letting me find those two little green gumdrops in the back seat this morning. Amen.”

Ken Pierpont
Brook Place
Hinsdale, Illinois
April 23, 2007

Wherever I go I keep an eye open for bookstores. Downtown Traverse City, Michigan has a unique book shop. The city is at the southern end of Grand Traverse Bay, at the south east base of the Leelanau Peninsula. One day in May a few years ago we were there for a few days on an outing with students. We had climbed the dunes and hiked the trials to enjoy breathtaking vistas of vast Lake Michigan. It was a perfect weekend, sunny and warm. The world was coming to life again with the vigor of spring. The young people had spent the winter mostly confined to a downtown hotel in Flint. Most of them had never laid eyes on the stunning blue vast freshwater sea of Lake Michigan.

We guided them to some of our favorite West Coast of Michigan places. Our group stayed in neat log cabins on the grounds of Lake Ann Camp. We explored Glen Arbor, Glen Haven, the village they call Fishtown, and the vineyards of The Leelanau Peninsula. I drove them to Empire and we hiked out to Empire Bluff, high over Lake Michigan and stood looking down on the Empire Light and the Manitou Islands. They drank it in. They spent a few hours running up and down the dunes.

On the way home we would eat and do a little window-shopping in Traverse City. The students scattered and I went straight to the bookstore for coffee and some relaxed browsing. Wesley was along and he was with me in the bookstore. He came up to me while I was musing among the books and said; “Could I have eleven cents?”

I wanted to ask “What for?” but thought better of it.

“Sure buddy,” I said and handed him some change. He thanked me and skipped away.

Wesley knew that I was fascinated by loons. One evening while speaking at a camp in northern Michigan, the loons would call on what seemed like a schedule just as I would close my evening chapel like vesper chimes ringing every evening at precisely nine pm. I spoke often of loons and pointed them out on the rare occasions we were in sight of them. A few years ago the family spent a week in the Upper Peninsula on a remote lake where we walked out under the stars on every clear evening to watch for the great phenomenon of the Aurora Borealis (the northern lights) and listened to the call of the loons.

When we left the store he handed me a tiny bag and said, “This is for you.” Then he closely watched my face. I opened the bag. In it was a little bookmark with a picture of a loon on it. Wesley knew I loved loons. When he saw it, he wanted to buy it for me. He is a giver. More than anyone else in the family he is determined to give gifts at birthdays and at Christmas and when he sees something he knows someone would like. It is clearly a part of Wesley’s God-given original equipment. The problem is that Wesley has no income.

Sometimes he hires himself out to his mom or dad or brothers or sisters to make money. He collects cans, scrounges in the couch and cars for stray change, borrows, begs or saves pennies. When he was little he would often give a crudely wrapped gift of something that belonged to him and present it ceremoniously on a special occasion. If he can’t work it out any other way sometimes he asks me for money so he can buy me gift.

Has it ever occurred to you that the only way for you to give anything to your generous Father in Heaven is to take the gifts that he has generously given to you and give them back to Him? Even when you work or craft something with your hands and on your own initiative you are really only giving something back to him from what he has given to you. The Apostle Paul understood this. He said; “What do we have that we did not receive?” (1 Cor. 4:7)

Even though the gift Wesley gave me was purchased with money that I gave him, I cherish my loon bookmark and have fond thoughts and warm memories of a little boy with a giving heart handing me his gift and then searching my eyes for approval.

Ken Pierpont
Brook Place
Hinsdale, Illinois
April 21, 2007

On September 8th 1978 I went golfing with a friend. That evening we stopped for pizza at a little joint across from the college. While we were waiting for our order a pretty dark eyed girl with long brown hair came in. I tried to get her attention. She resolutely ignored me. The next morning in the college cafeteria I noticed a group singing happy birthday to this same girl. I was again impressed with her beauty, her quietness, and her modesty. That night my roommate and I went to a church picnic. The first person I saw was this same beautiful dark-eyed girl with long brown hair.

Toward the end of the evening I noticed she was searching for something. She had lost her headband. I gallantly volunteered to help her. I didn’t know anything about courtship at the time so I asked her out. She said she didn’t know me well enough. I told her, “That’s the point of going out, to get to know each other.” I said, “Tell you what, why don’t we eat together in the College Café? She said, “I don’t know.” I said, “Well, you don’t have to make up your mind right now. I will be waiting for you Monday at 5:00 at the College Café, if you want to eat with me show up there.”

She said, “I don’t know.”

I said, “You don’t have to know. I will be there.”

On Monday I was waiting with my heart pounding out of my chest when she rounded the corner of the girls dorm with a few of her friends. When she approached I said, “Would you like to eat with me?” She said, “If you want.”

“I do,” I said. We ate together. During the dinner I talked her into going out with me that weekend. I took her Putt-putt golfing. She trounced me.

I have loved her every day of my life since then with a deepening love. She still makes my heart be fast. She is not a quiet as she used to be and she has lost her beautiful southern dialect and inflection, but I love to hear her talk.

This September we will celebrate 28 years of marriage. She has loved me, fed me, forgiven me, defended me, and borne eight beautiful children into the world. She is the heart of our home and the love of my life. She is sometimes fiercely loyal and she blesses me with good counsel and high expectations. On top of all that she just loves to shovel snow, which is especially handy today.

She is a gift from God. ” – her price is far about rubies – ” Like Boaz said of Ruth, she is a worthy woman. You can visit her site here.

Ken Pierpont
Brook Place
Hinsdale, Illinois
Valentines Day 2007