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Was Jesus Joyful? (Sermon) Video

Was Jesus Joyful? (John 15:11)

Bethel Church | Jackson, Michigan

November 10, 2019 AM

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Published on November 11, 2019 05:58

Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 66) “Mitfordly”

Koselig

It frosted hard out on Bittersweet Farm this week for the first time this fall. We’ve had a couple snows already. Thursday morning I drove over to Plymouth to speak for the Baptist Convention of Michigan Leadership Conference and the ground and branches were covered with a thin layer of snow. Still some of the trees were bright with color. This week the last of the leaves came down except some of the stubborn oaks.

It’s “shirt-jacket” weather. I have a fleece-lined buffalo-plaid shirt-jacket that I keep near my writing desk up in the southeast corner of the house. It was a gift from our son Daniel and his wife Katelynn. I’m wearing it right now. Hope, Hannah, and Dale bought me one for my birthday that hangs at the top of the basement steps. I have worn it for the whole “leaf-blowing” season this year. It’s lined with thick fleece and has quilt-lined arms and handy pockets. It is heirloom-quality, outdoor, shirt-jacket. The Norwegians would call it “Koselig” (Pronounced kinda “Koose-u-lee” or “Koosh-lee”). A shirt jacket on a cool fall night is cozy, comfy, Koselig. It’s like a mug of coffee or a fire crackling and a favorite book on a winter night. It’s like a meal and a warm conversation with a friend. It’s like bundling up for a walk. It’s like stepping out on the porch as the moon rises into the bare trees east of the house like it did last night. It’s like the feeling you get when geese or cranes fly over at dusk, calling to each other as they fly. Koselig. You know what I mean.

I told Lois she needs to make a Koselig Candle but I discovered that it’s alread been done: Koselig Candle Company

A New Jeep on Bittersweet Farm

We have a new Jeep in the family. Hope owns a Wrangler now. When Hannah and Dale are here it looks like a Jeep lot now.

“Mitfordly”

Some of Bethel’s finest servants sit in the back row every Sunday. They keep an eye on things and miss very little. The Back Row Ladies are Bethel and salt-of-the-earth. They are the heart and soul of the church.

This year my birthday landed on a Sunday. This is a smiling providence for a pastor. There were songs and cards and gifts and fruit and balloons and warm, happy greetings all-around. Between Sunday School and church some of the Back Row Ladies filed into my study with one of the most thoughtful and useful gifts ever. The ladies are a part of a Monday-night card-making group. They made me dozens of home-made cards for my use in ministry. They put them is a large stationery box and presented the to me.

Jan Karon has created a fictional small town in the mountains with an small Episcopal Parish served by a pastor named Tim Kavanagh. The town in Mitford and the books are all full of warm, feel-good stories of love and kindness, of characters who really care for one-another. Mitford is a wonderful place to be. There are times that Bethel is “Mitfordly.” Sunday was one of those days.

A couple weeks ago Wayne and Scott Bliss drove out to Bittersweet Farm and they gifted me with a beautiful film of the place taken from overhead with a drone. That day when they drove away and I waved until they were out of sight, deeply grateful for their kindness. Mitfordly, you see?

I want to be Mitfordly like Pastor Tim Kavanagh.

The other day our water-heater failed. Come to think of it, it was on the cold morning when the snow first covered the ground. I called Tom McGee. Tom is a pipe-fitter and comes from hard-working, God-fearing, Jesus-loving and serving people. His dad kept the busses running at a church across town for many, many years. His mother was the secretary there for 35 years. I called Tom.

“Are you without hot water? I’ll be over tomorrow.”

He was there. A few hours later we had enjoyed some good conversation and a shopping trip to Home Depot and we were back in the hot water business. He refused to take any money for the help. When we pressed him he said, “Well, why don’t you do this. Why don’t you send an Operation Christmas Child box for each member of the household.”

Mitfordly, don’t you think.

It’s November. Thanksgiving month. It’s getting cold out there. Be Koselig and Mitfordly. Spread a little love around. It’s a warm and wonderful way to live.

Bittersweet Farm

November 10, 2019

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Published on November 10, 2019 16:53

Generational Optimism (Sermon) Video

Generational Optimism (Psalm 127)

Bethel Church | Jackson, Michigan

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Published on October 29, 2019 13:33

Generational Optimism (Sermon) Audio

Generational Optimism (Psalm 127)

Bethel Church | Jackson, Michigan

Ken Pierpont, Lead Pastor

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Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 65) Enough About Me

The road running west from Bittersweet Farm rises and falls through gentle woods and farmland toward the next crossroads. Tonight I walked toward the sunset in the company of Hazard. I drive through those hills every day but to walk them with a dog on a cool autumn evening at sunset is to experience them in a deeper way.

Late this week the final days of October will fall away like the last of the leaves blowing from the yellow Maples and November will arrive.

By the end of the first week of November the rest of the leaves we so longed to meet in May will be raked and blown and mowed into the fields around us or into the rocky fencerow. As I blow them across the yard I remember early spring days when I so longed for the trees to begin to bud. The leaves would not appear until May in our part of the world. At first a faint translucent green and then by mid-May the full dark green they will display so beautifully until September. Now they have turned to red and orange, rust, brown, and around Bittersweet mostly yellow. They blow down in a prolonged and graceful dance. I could watch them for hours always with the sense the the time to enjoy them is so short.

After my walk Lois and Hope and I took a drive through the countryside at dusk. Geese passed overhead, the sun set red in the west, the trees glowed, the deer lifted their heads from their grazing to watch us and sun set on the last of the autumn Sundays out on Bittersweet.

Enough About Me

Let me be open with you about something God has been showing me. The best way I know to do that is with a story.

A few years ago I was attending a conference some of with our sons. The lady at the registration table looked up with joyful surprise when I said my name.

“Oh, my. Ken Pierpont. I read your blog and watch your messages. I’m so glad you are here. It’s so nice to meet you. I love to read your stories and look at your family web sites.”

“Thank you,” I said. “A couple of my sons are here with me, maybe you can meet them.”

“O, I would love that. I will watch for you.”

Later we bumped into her again and I introduced her to our oldest son, Klye. She said the same things to him about my blog and my preaching and the family. She also mentioned that she loved to look at Lois’s photography blog. She said; “My husband takes pictures, too.”

Kyle interrupted her warm compliments by saying; “What kind of pictures does your husband take?”

It was a simple question but my reaction to it made me think for a long time. When he interrupted her talking about us and encouraged her to talk about herself and her husband, I wanted to stop him and say; “Kyle, she wants to talk about us.”

Reflecting on it a realized with embarrassment and humility the selfishness of it. I was eager for her to heap compliments on me and did not even think of turning the conversation back to her and to her interests.

Lately I have been trying to tell myself silently over and over again. “Enough about me, what about you?”

A few years ago a young man named Garret Brink said something along the same line that I have never forgotten. He said; “There are two ways you can enter a room. You can enter saying, ‘Here I am!’ Or you can enter saying “THERE you are!”

I want to be a There-you-are guy not a Here-I-am guy. I want to be an enough-about-me-what-about-you guy. I’m not yet, but I want to be.

Next week I begin a new year of life. This will be one of my goals for the new year.

Years ago I went to a conference. At the end of the conference they passed out little buttons that said PBPWMGINFWMY… As you probably know the letters stood for Please be patient with me, God is not finished with me yet.”

But enough about me. What about you?

Bittersweet Farm

October 28, 2019

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Published on October 28, 2019 12:17

Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 64) Reading or Writing

Day off on Bittersweet. No appointments. None. The sky is gray but the woods around Bittersweet are wearing the bright yellow of late October. Oats and coffee this morning. Back to my writing desk. The house is quiet. Hope is at work. Lois is on an errand for a few hours. Hazard is curled up in Hope’s room. A car passes occasionally. The silence returns. I putter among my books plotting what to read next, weighing my work today. I have some writing to do but those books are always calling to me.

This is the view from my the corner of the little farmhouse on Bittersweet where I write. The house is quiet, warm, secure, peaceful today. I’m enjoying the luxury of an autumn day without appointments or meetings. I’m working at home on my day off, doing some writing, but always tempted to stop and read. I’m only a few feet away from a collection of hundreds of books by my favorite authors on the landing library.

It is on days like this that I am most grateful and thoughtful about how God has given us the desire of our hearts to be a village parson and live in a place surrounded by creation, birds and trees, sky and stars and moon, wild animals and woods, grass and growing things. Wide fields and woods around us to explore.

I want to stop and read Great Possessionsby David Kline, the autumn parts again.

I think about stopping to read Wendell Berry, stories of the “Membership” call to me.

I’m tempted to indulge in a Eugene Peterson’s Kingfishers or The Contemplative Pastor.

There are a whole collection of books by John McPhee who can make anything interesting. (I want to preach like he writes)

Of course, I am eager to read Andrew Peterson’s latest which arrived out on Bittersweet by mail this week: Adorning the Dark. I heard on a podcast interview yesterday that he was inspired by Wendell Berry to buy a country place, so I doubt I will make it through the weekend without reading that.

I have two books by Bethel peeps. One written by a sister now with the Lord who has two children still at Bethel another by one of our men–Chili and Cheese for the Soul.

Just yesterday I picked up a beautifully-bound copy of Fredrick Buechner’s Yale Lectures on Preaching, Telling Secrets, which are calling to me.

There is a new Jerrod Wilson book on the Gospel-Centered Church which I have moved high on my reading stack.

I want to finish Rural Parish by Anna Gebhard, a narrative of her ministry in a small rural charge in Minnesota.

I’m enjoying Madeleine L’Engle’s Two-Part Invention-the Story of a Marriage.

There is Lila by Marilynne Robinson unfinished buy beckoning.

I want to savor Roy Peter Clark’s Writing Tools and William Zinsser’s Writing Places.

I’ve started A Year in the Maine Woods… all of them tug on me from their shelves, while another force pulls me back to the glowing screen and the artful fonts on my Ulysses writing software…

I have a little commonplace book from Baron Fig where I try to record my reading.

It’s a little chilly and I’m tempted to bump up the heat but I keep a buffalo plaid, fleece-lined shirt jacket near at hand for times like this. Maybe I’ll just put on my shirt-jacket go downstairs and brew some coffee and decide how to spend the rest of this quiet window of time when I return to my peaceful little corner of the house.

[I returned to my quiet corner of the house to write and ended up reading Andrew Peterson’s Adorning the Dark. The phone rang. One of our beloved parishioners is in the hospital. I’m a writer. I’m a reader, but most of all, I’m a Village Parson].

Bittersweet Farm

October 25, 2019