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Bittersweet Farm Journal | November 3, 2021 | The Quasimodo Shuffle

November 4, 2021 Filed Under: Bittersweet Farm


It’s 5:30 am. I get up and start into the bathroom. The house is dark and quiet. Halfway there I begin to chuckle when I realize the I am shuffling exactly like Quasimodo in the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

It’s my birthday week and I started a new year and my body objects to the passing of time, but my sense of humor is keen even stumbling around in the dark early morning.

Even more than New Year’s Day I have a strong sense of new beginning today.

I rose in the night my mind exploding with ideas and I keyed them as fast as I could into my digital journal so that I wouldn’t lose a single one. I will tell you all about them when the time is right.

I smile when I remember I have fresh coffee beans to grind and apple butter from a recent trip to the Ohio the Amish Country for my toast this morning. God is in his heaven and all is right with the world.

I get out and take a brisk walk in the frosty early morning. It rained the entire month of October but it’s November now and the sky is deep blue above the bright yellow maples. Looks like this weekend and early next week will will enjoy a bit of Indian Summer.

I visit a woman adjusting to her new phase of life—likely her last, and then drive to visit my niece in the hospital with all her life before her.

Lois has an appointment for a root canal but still manages to arrange a wonderful birthday for me including steak and chocolate cake. I enjoy calls from the kids and greetings on-line all day long. They sing to me at AWANA and that brings me joy.

A fresh new year lies ahead and I’ve never been more clear and certain about what I am to do with my life. I have an active parish to serve snd people far and wide to nudge godward every day. I love among thousands of people who need to know how beautiful Jesus is.

I hope you have a strong sense of the goodness of the Lord and an idea of your place in His great Kingdom and what he wants you to do. There is something about knowing your God-given assignment that puts a spring in your step even if you are slower than you used to be.

God has been very good to me and that’s a comfort when you get old and shuffle around like Quasimodo every morning.

Bittersweet Farm
November 3, 2021

Will We Be Faithful When We Are Called to Suffer?

November 2, 2021 Filed Under: Current Thoughts

Once there was a small boy named Tommy who was always tagging around with the older boys on the farm trying to do what they did. He was usually a step behind. Most of the farm chores and antics were things he was not really big enough to participate in, but he was plucky and always tried. 


One day the older boys had an idea. They would take an old hay wagon, drag it to the top of the hill, and ride it all the way down into the pasture in the valley. At the top of the hill all the boys got on the wagon and they pushed off. The thing began to thunder down the hill gaining speed at a frightening rate, careening out of control. It was impossible to steer. The boys just assumed the wagon would go strait down the hill and rest harmlessly in the pasture below. That is not at all what happened. The wagon veered off and headed for a rocky stream. Some of the older boys were able to jump free. Only a few clung to the wagon careening wildly down the hill, including little Tommy. 


The wagon thundered through the rocky steam knocking a couple of the remaining boys off into the water. Tommy held on. The wagon headed for a patch of briars further down the hill beyond the stream. The rest of the older, bigger boys saw the briar patch coming and dove off the wagon. Now Tommy was alone and everyone watched the wagons slam into the briar patch. Tommy tried to cover up but the briars and thorns tore at his clothes and face and hands and arms and head. 


Finally the wagon came to a stop on the far side of the briar patch. The rest of the boys were silent. Tommy and the wagon were out of sight. All was quiet. No one spoke. Finally Tommy came out from behind the briar patch wiping blood off his face and said, “Well, when the wagon goes through the briar patch I guess you find out who is really serious about riding it, don’t you?”


Folks, I have a feeling the wagon of Christianity in America is about to go through the briar patch and we are going to find out who was really serious about riding it.


Things are changing fast in America. Christianity as we know it in America is changing fast. The world and the way the world understands Christians is changing. Various factors have converged to change the way the common man sees Christians. Most thoughtful people believe the misunderstanding will turn to mistreatment, even open persecution. In some cases, it already has. It is going to get worse. Church-goers are going to have to decide if they really are Bible-believing Jesus-followers. Will they change how they understand what the Bible says or will they continue to obey even when they are misunderstood or mistreated? What will we do when loved ones and even family members pressure us to compromise our biblical convictions? What will happen when our convictions begin to cost us friends? What will happen when our convictions begin to cost us significant amounts of money? Who will still follow when “taking up our cross daily” is now longer a distant possibility but an immediate reality? 


The New Testament was written to Christians who never experienced the popularity evangelicals in America have enjoyed or the freedom of worship we have known all our lives. Our brothers and sisters around the world have already been called to suffer outright persecution. Around the world many Christians have died or suffered for their faith while we have enjoyed unbroken ease. 


This is why I have chosen to preach through the Epistle of 1 Peter at Bethel Church this fall. Peter wrote to the Christians he called elect exiles—people who were rejected by people but chosen by God—to prepare them for the fiery trials they were about to face. I trust if we study it with open hearts it will help us and those we love to finish faithful even when we are called to suffer. 

Under the Mercy;

Ken Pierpont 

6. In His Footsteps When You Suffer (1 Peter 2:13-25) Audio

October 31, 2021 Filed Under: Current Thoughts


Series: Finishing Faithful (1 Peter)
6. In His Footsteps When You Are Called to Suffer (1 Peter 2:13-25)
Bethel Church | Jackson, Michigan
Ken Pierpont, Lead Pastor
October 31, 2021 AM

5. How to See Yourself When You Are Called to Suffer (1 Peter 2:1-12) Audio

October 24, 2021 Filed Under: Sermons

Series: Finishing Faithful (1 Peter)
How to See Yourself When You Are Called to Suffer
Ken Pierpont | Lead Pastor
Bethel Church | Jackson, Michigan
October 24, 2021 AM

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4. What to Do When Trouble Comes (1 Peter 1:13-25) Audio

October 17, 2021 Filed Under: Sermons

Series: Finishing Faithful (1 Peter)
4. What to Do When Trouble Comes (1 Peter 1:13-25)
Bethel Church | Jackson, Michigan
Ken Pierpont, Lead Pastor
October 17, 2021 AM

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Bittersweet Farm Journal | October 14, 2021 | A Quiet Place

October 14, 2021 Filed Under: Bittersweet Farm, Current Thoughts

The corner where I often write when I’m not working in my loft or in my study at church.

“…aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands, as we instructed you,” (1 Thessalonians 4:11, ESV)

“Now such persons we command and encourage in the Lord Jesus Christ to do their work quietly and to earn their own living.” (2 Thessalonians 3:12, ESV)

When I was a boy my mom and dad saw that I was full of energy. They were devoted to helping me channel that energy into something productive. When I was only twelve Dad signed me up to deliver the Dayton Journal Herald. It was a morning newspaper. I got up six days a week at five a.m. and pedaled around the little town of DeGraff, Ohio where we lived at the time to deliver those papers. It was good for me and got me in the life-long habit of early rising.

When the children started coming along I had to get up early to have a quiet time with the Lord. Now that the house is empty of children I have a lot more quiet and quiet places. I make my own noise. Lois doesn’t make much noise. She putters queitly about on her projects. Sometimes she talks on the phone to her sis or the kids. On a good day she sings or whistles. I take it as a good sign that she is happy. It’s a sound I like.

Bittersweet Farm is out in the countryside and it’s always quiet here except when my good neighbor begins his annual assault on the Maple leaves with his industrial-grade backpack leaf-blower. (Did you know those things are 500 dollars?) From September until the snow flies he will be at it. I don’t mind. They are wonderful neighbors. Across the road south of us is a deep woods. It’s a quiet woods. Sometimes an owl calls in the night or when the woods darkens after sunset. Coyotes call from the north woods beyond the two fields north of Bittersweet. On a perfect autumn afternoon I enjoy the treat of hearing the geese or cranes call as the pass overhead. The rain and wind and welcome noises. Of course there is the music of birdsong. Cars pass, but we all appreciate the comfort, efficiency, and wonder of modern transportation every day. We all have our own little private, climate-controlled cabin on wheels with which to explore the countryside while we are whisked to wherever the the world we want to go without reason and pretty quick, too.

North of us there are no houses for at least three miles. West of us is a deer preserve. A quiet couple live in the house east of us and keep to themselves. They are an acre away and they never make any noise.

At this hour of the morning I work in my loft or by the open window in the corner of my upstairs room and I am connected with the whole wide world with my prized 27-inch iMac. I love my fountain mens and Blackwing pencils, but the iMac is doubtless the best writing machine ever on earth. Here in the quiet corner, by the open window, I write with only the light the big screen supplies and it’s quiet.

The Journal Herald ceased publication in 1986. I have lived in Michigan most of my life and don’t have any plans to leave the state. I read the Wall Street Journal on my iPad and listen to The World and Everything in it on my phone for news. I don’t get up early to deliver the paper anymore but I still get up early and enjoy the good the quiet does for my soul every day.

I begin every day with this healthy self-indulgence before the demands and responsibilities of the day take over and I try to be a blessing to others. Soon I’ll go downstairs have have my coffee and oats. I have to tell you, it beats peddling around the neighborhood delivering newspapers in the cold rain or snow.

I wish you a good day today–a sting of good days. With the luxury of quietness in them.

Bittersweet Farm
October 14, 2021

 

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