I injured my ankle badly early this summer. Last summer I was training for a marathon. My long runs were up to seventeen miles. This summer I have not run a step. For weeks it was difficult or impossible to walk. In the morning I have an appointment to run at sunrise in the Lower Huron Park. I’m looking forward to getting some cool morning air in my lungs. …OK. Now I’m back from my run. The drive over to the Lower Huron Park was beautiful this morning. A full moon was setting the blue sky in the west. It pulled my praise trigger. I met Jim at his invitation. He often runs with me on his iPod, he said, and wanted to invite me to run with him live. It was different, though, because he is young and fast and I am neither, so he did most of the talking and I added a few breathless grunts here and there. It was great to get out. All is well and I’m back on my way. Thanks, Jim.
What Good Can Come From Past Failure
11:00 AM
Ken Pierpont; Romans 12:9; Luke 7:36-42; Ezra 3:11-13; Haggai 2:1-9
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Old Journal Entry
On January 8, 1991 I went to Cedarville College to hear Jerry Falwell speak. He said, “There is not a pastor here who couldn’t double his attendance in a year if he just got out of his office and off the golf course and out of the coffee shops and began a house-to-house ministry.”
Jerry Falwell started in his home town in a church meeting at the Donald Duck Bottling Company and when he died the church was running over 25,000 in attendance. He left behind the largest Christian college in the nation. God used Jerry Falwell to impact his home-town and all of America for good. His wife and children all loved him, and they each love the Lord.
The Cross As Our Compass
06:00 PM
Michael Breznau; 1 Corinthians 1:18-31
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What To Do With the Memory of Past Failures
11:00 AM
Ken Pierpont; John 16:8-11
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The Unforseen Wilderness
In September we hope to be in Kentucky for our family vacation. We usually sing on the street in Lois’ home town of Campton. We always visit Hoe Down Island and Miguel’s Pizza. We would never, never think of visiting the Bluegrass without drinking Ale-8. Usually we drive through the Red River Gorge. I like to get up early when I can and take a hike somewhere in the beauty of the mountains and gorges.
I can’t articulate all the reasons why, but I have always loved to read Wendell Berry. I’m not sure how I overlooked it but in 1991 he wrote a small book on Kentucky’s Red River Gorge. It’s my current pleasure reading. 
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