I ran into a pastor friend in a department store a few months ago on a Monday. Monday is a traditional day off for pastors. We had a good talk. Sometimes Mondays are refreshing for pastors. Sometimes they are difficult. He was up-beat and positive but I could tell he was a little discouraged with where the church was headed. He had been there eleven years and he was encountering a little opposition.
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Messiah
It’s November now. It is the month of Thanksgiving. Years ago while a student at Moody I sang with Moody Men’s Glee Club and the Oratorio Chorus. We presented Handel’s Messiah in late November just before we left for Thanksgiving weekend. It was without question a highlight of my life. Since then I have always listened to a recording of Messiah during the month of November. This is now a long-standing cherished family tradition. A few years ago I read an article on Moody’s web site about Oratorio Chorus and Messiah. I sent an e-mail to Moody telling of my experience.
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Unopened Gifts
Much of your joy in life depends on how you approach it.
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Advice for Your Next Traffic Jam
I was in the king of all traffic jams a few weeks ago. We were traveling in two cars. We were in the lead car. We were zipping along right on schedule. We were headed for a speaking engagement and making a camping trip out of it. It was in South Haven so we were looking forward to seeing the sun set on Lake Michigan from the door of our tent… if we could get there in time to get our camp set up. I was riding in Kyle’s Volvo with Wes. Chuck and Dan and Blake Snowbarger following in Blake’s car. The air was crisp with a tinge of autumn. The trees were starting to change into winter clothes. Our sunroof was open. We were talking and time was moving and we were making great time.
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Fouling the Hole
I don’t have too many successful fishing stories to tell but I have had a few evenings on the water with my boys that will be hard to forget.
On a beautiful autumn day a few years ago we went with some friends to float the Muskegon River not far from our home. It was during the Salmon run and it was something to behold. We lived near world-class tail waters of Lake Michigan were Salmon as big and nearly as fast as torpedoes cruise the river in the fall. There were seven of us on the river together that day. Tim and three of his sons, myself, Kyle and Chuck.
Our plan was to put in just below the Croton Dam and float down a few miles fishing and enjoying the bracing autumn day. We had taken up fly-fishing but Tim had rigged a spin-casting rod with some spawn we had gone on ahead with the younger boys while the older boys were taking their time seeking out fishing holes. They had Trout in mind. We were mostly canoeing with plans to take a few Salmon if they were trying to jump in the boat. The older boys had fly-rods and they were mostly ignoring the Salmon and fly-casting for Brown Trout and Rainbows.
The first time I saw a Salmon cruise by upstream I was shocked at it size. It was a very big, very fast fish. But about an hour into our trip we rounded a bend and ahead of us three or four huge Salmon were churning the water like a washing machine. It was a spectacle impossible to ignore. I quick grabbed the rod and began frantically casting into the pool. For the next few minutes it was like we were taken with a fever. Tim and I are both professional men but we lost all reserve and reflection and began to flail the water with our lures. My first cast landed on the bank and the second cast snarled in an overhanging tree. Tim waded over into the whole to get my line free while I made wild gestures up-stream so the boys would know we had found a hole inhabited by monster fish.
Up-river the guys saw we were into something and they began to paddle fast to see what it was. By the time they were close enough for us to gesture to indicate the size of the monster Salmon, the big fish were gone and the hole was as still as a church on Monday morning. In our enthusiasm to land a big fish we had so fouled the hole that there would be no fishing there for the rest of the afternoon. The worst part was that we had to put up with the boys ribbing us for the rest of the day.
Jesus called himself a fisher of men and he expected that all who consider themselves his disciples would follow him in the same pursuit. If we are not careful in our eagerness to catch men for God though we can drive them away. This especially happens when people don’t feel that we genuinely care for them. When they sense we see them as a project or a Sunday School assignment we are clumsy fishermen. When we just unload our canned speech on them while we are keeping them at a distance relationally they will usually not really hear with their hearts. We want to be ready to give the message of the gospel. Without it no one will ever have eternal life. We need to tell it well and tell it often, but if we are not careful to accompany the words of the gospel with the music of genuine love we will foul the hole and ruin the fishing.
Kenneth L. Pierpont
Riverfront Character Inn
Flint, Michigan
October 13, 2003
A Church Where Grandpa Would Feel At Home
In 1987 I was called to pastor a rural church a few miles as the crow flies from where my Grandpa Pierpont’s old farm. I have my grandpa’s name: Kenneth Pierpont. One day after driving to Newark on a hospital call and stopping to visit my grandpa’s grave I wrote this essay.
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