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Larry Whiteford, The Singing Pastor

February 2, 2019 Filed Under: Past Ministry

Pastor Whiteford and his family in the years we worked together.

Our home was filled with music when I was a boy. My mother played the piano and sang continually. I was usually awakened with a bright song early in the morning and most nights my last waking memory as a little boy was of Christian music playing softly in the house.

My parents only had a few albums. Gloria Rowe. Helen Barth. We had all the albums of “The Singing Pastor” Larry Whiteford, founding pastor of Fulkerson Park Baptist Church in Niles, Michigan. Pastor Larry was my grandparents pastor. On Christmas evening for many years pastor and his wife Bonnie and their children would have a Christmas Concert. The church was full. (Only later did I realize that he and his family really had to give up anything like a normal Christmas for their family to present that concert).

When I was a boy I attended VBS at Fulkerson. Those were days of great increase and blessing at Fulkerson and the church became a model in my heart of a flourishing local church.

In 1981 I discovered that Larry Whiteford was looking for an assistant, a youth pastor. I called him and offered my services. Within a few month Lois and I and our little Kyle Pierpont moved to Niles and it was my privilege to serve on the pastoral staff at Fulkerson.

As I look back on it now it still stirs my heart with thankfulness to God that He would allow me the honor to work so closely with a childhood hero.

Pastor Whiteford and Bonnie were very, very good to Lois and I. We were very young. I had much maturing to do. I made mistakes and had much to learn. Pastor and Bonnie believed in us and they were very patient with us. If I had not been treated with understanding and patience by Pastor and Bonnie, that might have been my last place of service, but because of their love for us and their kindness to us we have been able to continue in ministry for now 40 years.

Pastor Whiteford had a rich, beautiful Irish Tenor voice. He was known as The Singing Pastor. Before every message, every week he would sing.

This is the picture in my heart when I remember the work at Fulkerson.

One day he took me to his study and played records by a singer named Ed Lymon, also an Irish Tenor with a beautiful voice and interpretive style. I remember thinking that, though Ed had a beautiful voice, Pastor Whiteford’s voice was even richer.


On occasion Pastor would welcome me to sing with him, big Hale and Wilder or Dick Anthony and Bill Pierce arrangements. A favorite was “Guide Me Oh Thou Great Jehovah.” I would sing baritone and he would, of course sing tenor… we would just thunder together. It was a great honor for me.

Bonnie would play. She had an incredible keyboard style as a soloist and an accompanist. He was at his very best when she played for him.

Pastor trusted me frequently with the Fulkerson pulpit. Many would not have given o many opportunities to a man so young with the formal training I had at the time. He would have me preach the full month of January when he was working with Clyde Narramore in Florida. He once had an extended absence because of an injury playing soccer with his children. I preached every week from January to Easter.

Pastor was very generous with us as a young couple. One Christmas I had presided over an orange sale for Christian schools. There were many boxes of navel oranges left. One weekday before Christmas I asked him what he was planning to do with the oranges that were left over. He said; “Brother Pierpont, do you think you could sell them?”

He gave me the day off and I loaded them in a pickup truck, went home to get my young family and drove around peddling those cases of oranges until they were all gone. There were 60 cases. I gathered over 600.00 that day. I was proud of my work and I was eager to call Pastor Whiteford and tell him of my success for the cause. Standing there at the phone booth I remember his response:

“Well, good job, brother Ken. Merry Christmas. You can keep that money for your family.”

After a few years of service at Fulkerson God led me on to another work. We parted with the greatest love and highest regard for each other. A few years later Pastor Whiteford decided that he would resign the church and begin a full-time ministry of singing. It was about March of 1987. He called me and said; “Brother Pierpont, I am going to resign and I would like you to be the next pastor at Fulkerson.”

He wanted me to follow him in the church that he had founded and poured his life into. I was deeply honored but I had just that day accepted a call to a church in Ohio. We would spend the next ten year sof our ministry in Knox County, Ohio, but the honor of that phone call still warms my heart.

I loved Larry and Bonnie Whiteford and their family. We spoke well of me. He was patient with me. He was understanding with my family. I learned a great deal of good from him.

A couple days ago he slipped quietly into the presence of the Lord. He is with his wife Bonnie and their daughter Judy and many, many others that Larry and Bonnie led or influenced toward Christ.

Working with Pastor Larry and Bonnie was one of the greatest honors of my life.

Ken Pierpont | Bittersweet Farm | Summit Township, Michigan | February 2, 2019

Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 29) When “Love” Isn’t Loving.

January 27, 2019 Filed Under: Bittersweet Farm

My “Landing Library” is just outside our bedroom door on the landing.
Here I will keep my most cherished books.

Friday night and Saturday I completed a project that has been on my heart for a year. I assembled bookcases to house my most treasured books from my favorite authors on the stairwell landing on the second floor of the little farmhouse on Bittersweet. Just outside the door to the room where I write I can now have a small library of about 500-600 books. That should be just right for long, cold, quiet winter nights.

Snow fell overnight. A light powdery blanket, about four or five inches of it. It was a beautiful drive to church this morning. The trees arching over the road were outlined in bright white snow. That always has the effect of stimulating worship in me.

It’s now Sunday afternoon as I write. It’s cold–very cold but the days and getting longer and the sun is lingering longer over the woods south of the house. I finished plowing and I’m savoring the warmth and quiet of the house. Actually at the moment I’m enjoying the rare treat of sunlight falling right on my writing desk this afternoon. Hey, I’d love to hang out more, but I need to go fill the bird feeders before dark.

When “Love” is Unloving 

I have a friend who is very dear to me. For a number of years he was involved in a practice which the Bible specifically says; “God will judge…” Those who practice this sin, the Scripture says; “The Lord is the avenger of all such…” To persist in this sin, the Scriptures say; “…and such will not inherit the kingdom of God…”

In frequent conversations with my friend I would show him love and personal interest. We would meet and we would talk about things that mattered to us, things we had in common. There was never a time that I would meet with him that I would not gently remind him what God had to say about what would happen if he continued in this sin. I was gentle and kind. I didn’t badger him, but I warned him. I taught him the truth.

Because I loved him, I was faithful to warn him. If I did not tell him what God said, it would not be love—it might be sentimental feeling, but it would not be genuine love. 

I once heard Jay Kessler, the head of Youth for Christ say, “Love will never participate in another’s folly.” In other words it is not really love if we endorse things that God forbids. 

If I know the bridge is out and I smile and wave and blow you kisses, I am not showing love to you. A failure to warn you of the danger ahead would not be love, it would be immorality worst kind. 

This does not mean that every time I spend time with someone who is far from God I need to rebuke them or badger them. This does not mean that I need to shun them. Jesus didn’t do that. Jesus looked beyond the surface matters and showed love and warmth while he asked questions that probed down into the secrets of their hearts. And doing so He often set them free from their sin and the judgment that was sure to follow. (Read John 4)

Last week pastor Leo, former pastor at Bethel, preached while I was at Camp Barakel. He said it this way; “Sometimes it isn’t kind to be nice. Sometimes being nice is unkind.” Sometimes being nice is not being loving. Sometimes to love someone you need to warn them, disagree with them, even sometimes rebuke them. 

Paul told Titus that sometimes he would need to rebuke the people sharply. (Titus 1:13) Sometimes he would need to rebuke with all authority and let no-one disregard him. (Titus 1:15) This might not be seen as loving, but sometime loves requires hard things. 

Turn At My Reproof

Years ago I had a difficult conversation with a young man about this very thing. I was careful, but I tried to be clear and warn him that the way he had chosen to live was not pleasing to God and it would not end well for him. He listened. We talked for hours over an open Bible. He went on to live a life pleasing to God. He married and raised a beautiful Christian family. He was a leader in his church and business community. He was loved and respected. 

He died unexpectedly at the age of 60. I preached his funeral. There were over a thousand people there who loved him and respected him, people whose lives were touched by him and deeply enriched. 

The book of Proverbs says “If you turn at my reproof, behold, I will pour out my spirit to you; I will make my words known to you.” (Proverbs 1:23, ESV)

This young man listened humbly to correction, turned to the Lord, God poured out his Spirit and his blessing on him. Everyone who knew him could see it. 

Don’t say you really love someone if you will not warn them of danger. That is not love, it’s something else. 

Ken Pierpont | Bittersweet Farm | Summit Township—Michigan  | January 27, 2109

Healthy Talk and Healthy Teaching (Sermon) Audio

January 27, 2019 Filed Under: Sermons

Series: The Little Red Book of Church

Message: Healthy Talk and Healthy Teaching (Titus 2:1-2)

January 27, 2019 AM | Bethel Church | Jackson, Michigan

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Healthy Talk and Healthy Teaching (Sermon) Video

January 27, 2019 Filed Under: Current Thoughts

Series: Titus; The Little Red Book of Church

Sermon: Healthy Talk and Healthy Teaching (Titus 2:1-2)

Pastor Ken Pierpont | Bethel Church | Jackson, Michigan

Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 28) Prayers Hanging Silver on the Night Air

January 20, 2019 Filed Under: Current Thoughts

Back Home

It’s good to be home out on Bittersweet. As soon as I got home I put away my things and plowed a little snow. It was good to get some brisk air in my lungs. It’s warm inside now and it’s peaceful here tonight.  

I’ve just returned home from a trip up into the northern lower peninsula to speak to Fathers and Sons at Camp Barakel. Chris Knoblock and Luke Cyrus did music in the East Side Chapel where I spoke four times. Paul Gardner led chapels. My brother Nathan led music in the West Side Chapel. J. J. Sherwood, Lead Pastor at Five Points preached to teens this weekend on that side. My brother Kevin and his family are on resident staff, so now speaking at Camp Barakel is a bit of a family reunion. 2019 is my 21st year speaking at Camp Barakel.

It was cold outside but the fellowship was rich and warm. There a big fires roaring everywhere. Young men cut wood all summer to fuel the fires all winter at Barakel. After chapels and around mealtimes there were many conversations about the chapel talks. The older I get the more I enjoy conversations about the things of the Lord with people who love the Lord. I wish I could describe the gospel-rich warm Christian atmosphere there. As easily as words come, the gospel songs, prayers, conversations, chapel times are so spiritually enriching to me that it is impossible for me to describe them. 

At night in my pine-paneled speaker’s quarters I lie under the warmth of my covers and pour out thanksgiving to God for such a place where Christ is so beautifully exalted.

Walking in the Light

Last week I posted this on my FaceBook site. Some of you may have seen it. I wanted to send it along with the Bittersweet Farm Journal this week.

Thoughts in preparation for speaking to men and sons:

I’ve been innocent and I’ve been guilty.

I’ve been blackmailed when I was guilty …and slandered when I was innocent.

This one thing I know. There is power and freedom and fellowship and great joy when you learn to make a life-long habit of walking in the light.

Live honestly and humbly and openly before God and others.

When you walk in the light the Accuser himself has no power in his cosmic blackmail and you need not live in bandage to any man. Jesus will be your older brother and defender.

When you walk in the light the blood of JESUS Christ cleanses from all sin and He is our Advocate when we are guilty.

An Inside Look

Last weekend I spoke for a Father-Son Retreat at Camp Barakel. My preaching is without a manuscript. I preach from abbreviated notes, but I sometimes write out pieces of what I’m going to say ahead of time. Friday night men and sons came from all over the state and other states and I opened the session with something that sounded something like this: 

We are here to deepen our fellowship with the Lord… We are here to deepen our fellowship with those we love. Maybe some of you are here to open your heart to God in a new way. This is a good place for these things… 

We are in a wonderful place to deepen our fellowship with the Lord and with others that we love. 

Henry VanDyke wrote that the Bible is an “outdoor book” most of what is recorded in the Bible happened out under an open sky. 

Jesus was an outdoors-man… He was strong enough to walk for many miles over rugged terrain. To learn his men followed in his dust. The walked with God—the Christ.

Jesus’ great discourses were outdoors on the steps of the Temple, in the open market, on Olivet, and other mountains, perhaps the great peak of Arbel overlooking the broad vista the Sea of Galilee and down the Jordan River valley. 

Jesus spent much time training his men and teaching people and healing people and casting out demons -out with the sun on his head and the wind moving the trees—out on the open lake, or in the mountains or on the banks of the river. 

He still meets with men in such places, maybe He will meet with you

if you turn our heart toward Him.

The moon is waxing toward full this weekend. Did you know that when Jesus—the one who spoke the moon and stars and worlds into existence— was on earth and had nowhere to lay His head sometimes he spent the night out on Olivet under the full moon… 

You know the heavens declare the glory of God and the sky above is a display of his handiwork.

Jesus lifted up his face to his Father and prayed with his men in the outdoors. Maybe this weekend you will see the breath of your prayers hanging silver on the night air.

Maybe you will have some time for what David Hansen likes to call “A Long-Wandering Prayer.”

When Jesus walked on earth he often shared meals with his men. On one beautiful occasion in a post-resurrection appearance he called his men to join him for breakfast around a fire of coals glowing on the shore. It was there that he called to their hearts and simplified what it meant to follow him with a simple question repeated three times: Do you love me? We will share meals this weekend.

Jesus sang hymns with his disciples. What a delightful thought—Men, secure enough in their fellowship to join their hearts together in song. We will do that this weekend. I pray with all my heart that you will do it with all your heart. 

Rich is the son who has a father who isn’t afraid to lift up his voice in heartfelt praise to His creator. Happy is the man who’s son has sworn allegiance to Christ and seals it with holy vows and hearty singing. 

This weekend we will gather here in the sacred and consecrated place between the fires four times. Christ will be among us. For those with ears to hear He will speak to us and to hear Him with our hearts is to be transformed. 

And there is a great pleasure in that for men who have developed a taste for it. [ill] In a letter to a friend C. S. Lewis descried the long conversations with Christian friends that resulted in him becoming a follow of Christ. At the end of the letter he said something many of us will experience this weekend: “…is there any pleasure on earth as great as a circle of Christian friends by a good fire…” 

All these things to men whose hearts are tender will be means of grace for us this weekend. 

And we want to be aware when we are smelling the tang of wood smoke and listening to the cold in the winter forest and sharing a meal that Christ is among us. 

When we quiet our hearts and listen to his word, when we pray, when we sing, when we testify, when we indulge in the pleasure of rich Christian conversation about things that really matter and really last—Jesus is among us and drawing near…

And men who are in fellowship with Him are more likely to be in fellowship with those they love. A strong fellowship with God strengthens our fellowship with those we love…

So tonight let’s center our hearts on the thought of fellowship. 

Ken Pierpont | Bittersweet Farm | Summit Township, Michigan | January 21. 2019

Cosmic Blackmail

January 18, 2019 Filed Under: Current Thoughts

I’ve been innocent

and I’ve been guilty.

Walk in the Light

I’ve been blackmailed when I was guilty …and slandered when I was innocent.

This one thing I know. There is power and freedom and fellowship and great joy when you learn to make a life-long habit of walking in the light.

Live honestly and humbly and openly before God and others.

When you walk in the light the Accuser himself has no power in his cosmic blackmail and you need not live in bandage to any man. Jesus will be your older brother and defender.

When you walk in the light the blood of JESUS Christ cleanses from all sin and He is our Advocate when we are guilty.

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