June 19, 2016  Jane’s Heart to Heart….   Pastor’s Help Mate

Adrian Rogers

“Artificial insemination is the ideal method of producing a pregnancy, and a lesbian partner should have the same parenting rights accorded historically to biological fathers.” Quoted from the United Nations Fourth World Conference on Women, summer of 1995.

You did not see a few isolated reports. There is an international agenda seeking to render fathers legally obsolete. Regardless of their legal success, fathers will always be critical to a healthy society. The United States is becoming overrun with fatherless homes, and suffering the consequences. This epidemic is causing our society to disintegrate and succumb to rampant crime, drug abuse, and poverty.

Fathers are critical to both sons and daughters. Sons need fathers to learn about being a godly man; how to fear God (Proverbs 1:7), have self-control, work hard, and respect women, just to name a few. Try as she might, mom alone will be hard-pressed to teach a son these valuable lessons. For daughters, their entire self-image comes from how they are treated by their fathers. A woman’s relationship with men will likely mirror her relationship with her father. The future of kids, regardless of gender, is firmly anchored in their relationship to their fathers.

Fathers, you have a tremendous responsibility. It’s not just your job to teach children how to become adults. Nearly everything they know about God they will learn from watching you (Acts 16:31). “ Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.”

You are a representative of God, don’t let Him down.

Now for the wives and mothers…

Voice Your Gratitude – say it out loud

The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. She does him good, and not harm, all the days of her life. —Proverbs 31:11–12

Look for His Servant’s Heart

Through love serve one another. —Galatians 5:13

Cultivate Patience toward Your Husband – – Adjust your expectations.  Praise him for the work he does.

Let him labor, doing honest work with his own hands. —Ephesians 4:28

What’s on Your Tongue?—Tell your family why you love your husband.  Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. —Ephesians 4:29

Take Time to Listen   Ladies this is hard… Pray for this.

Be quick to hear, slow to speak. —James 1:19

Demonstrate respect: Part of showing respect includes submission to his authority.

Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. —Ephesians 5:22.

  “For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior” Eph. 5:23.

Children, Young people, adults….. God’s way is the best way to rebuild our nation…. and that is through obedience to God’s instructions with regard to  Fathers Leading, Wives respecting and Children’s obedience…. and that obedience is learned from the Father, ultimately.

Oh the Joy we can have in our Hearts and our Homes when we follow the Saviour’s instructions.

October 26, 2014               HEART TO HEART      … PASTOR’S HELP – MATE

October 26, 2014            HEART TO HEART      … PASTOR’S HELP – MATE

Pastor Saeed Abedini wrote this letter to his daughter for her 8th birthday, which was on September 12. This is the third birthday of Rebekka’s that Pastor Saeed has missed while he languishes in an Iranian prison for his faith.

My Dearest Rebekka Grace,    HAPPY 8th BIRTHDAY!

You are growing so fast and becoming more beautiful every day. I praise God for His faithfulness to me every day as I watch from a distance through the prison walls and see pictures and hear stories of how you are growing both spiritually and physically.

Oh how I long to see you.  I know that you question why you have prayed so many times for my return and yet I am not home yet. Now there is a big WHY In your mind you are asking: WHY Jesus isn’t answering your prayers and the prayers of all of the people around the world praying for my release and for me to be home with you and our family.     The answer to the WHY is WHO. WHO is in control? The LORD JESUS CHRIST is in control.  I desire for you to learn important lessons during these trying times. Lessons that you carry now and for the rest of your life. The answer to the WHY is WHO. The confusion of “WHY has all of this happened?” and “WHY your prayers are not answered yet” is resolved with understanding WHO is in control…LORD JESUS CHRIST, our GOD!

God is in control of the whole world and everything that is happening in it is for His good purpose, for His glory, and will be worked out for our good (Romans 8:28). Jesus allows me to be kept here for His glory. He is doing something inside each of us and also outside in the world. People die and suffer for their Christian faith all over the world and some may wonder why? But you should know the answer of WHY is WHO. It is for Jesus. He is worth the price and His  plan to be glorified through our lives.

Please read the book of Habakkuk. He had the same question as you. But see that the Lord answered him in Habakkuk 2:3, “for the vision is yet for the appointed time, wait for it.”   Mommy and I always had big desires to serve Jesus and had great vision to be used for His Kingdom and for His Glory. So today we pay a cost because God, who created us, called us to that, so I want you to know that the answer to all of your prayers is that God is in control, and He knows better than us what He is doing in our lives and all around the world.  Therefore declare as Daniel and his friends Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-­‐Nego did in Daniel 3: 17-­‐18!…” If that is the case, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and He will deliver us from your hand, O king. 18 But if not, let it be known to you, O king, that we do not serve your gods, nor will we worship the gold image which you have set up.”…  learn and declare as Habakkuk did that even if we do not get the result that we are looking for, God is still good and we WILL praise His Holy Name.  Then my dear beloved daughter Rebekka Grace, I pray God will bring me back home soon. But if not, we will still sing together as Habakkuk did, HALLELUJAH, either separated by prison walls or together at home.

So, let Daddy hear you sing a loud Hallelujah that I can hear all the way here in the prison!  I am so proud of you my sweet courageous daughter. Glory to God forever,

Amen.        Kisses and Blessings,      Daddy



Let me share this story from Elisabeth Elliot’s book, Trusting God in a Twisted World,  Elisabeth, her eighteen month old grandson Walter, and his father decided to go to one of those automatic car washes, which can be a bit scary on the first run-through, even for an adult.  She watched little Walter’s face as the car was drawn into the dark tunnel.  The water suddenly began to roar down over all four sides of the car, and his big eyes got bigger — but went immediately from the windows to the face of his father.  He was too small to understand what it was all about, and he’d had no explanation before hand, yet he knew his Daddy would take care of him.  The giant brushes began to close in, whirling and sloshing, and making a tremendous racket… His eyes darted again to the face of his father.  He was afraid but he didn’t cry. Then the rubber wheel banged down on the wind-shield and the hot air began to blast… Little Walter clung to one thing; he knew His father and he had never given him any reason not to trust him,…When the car finally broke out into sunshine, the little boy’s face broke into a big smile.  Everything was Okay; Daddy knew what he was doing after all.

Are you going through  times you might call, “ a car wash experience?” Like little Walter…. We need to trust the FATHER. We can say with JOY and confidence that He is a faithful God!   He will bring us through.

While living in Evanston, Illinois in 1956, just a few days after Ken and I were married, while I was listening to the WMBI Christian radio station from Moody Bible Institute, they announced the terrible news that five missionaries were killed by the Acua Indians to whom they were seeking to minister.  Elisabeth Elliot was the wife of Jim Elliot, one of those missionaries. As she suffered through this trial the Lord brought to her mind the promise from Isaiah 43: 1-2.  “I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you, and through the rivers, they will not overwhelm you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned…. For I am the Lord your God”.  Just a few days later she and her little daughter, Valerie, returned to the mission field to minister to and win many of that tribe to Christ. Think of that! Elisabeth said. “Peace came, not by removal of suffering but through acceptance.”

No matter what dark tunnel we may have, Christ has been there. Faith is not just feeling good about God, but a conscious choice  to obey his Word when he says, “Trust Me”   “..It is by this that we know what love is: that Christ laid down His life for us.” John 3:16

He is the Father,   “Back of the Clouds the Sun is Always Shining.”     “Be Not Afraid”

MEMORIES OF MY PARENTS — Autobiography Chapter Two

I,(Jane Ann Shipley) was born in Cassopolis, MI

http://www.swmidirectory.org History_of_Cass_County.html


My father, Beryl (Bud) Allen Shipley of Buchanan, MI,  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buchanan,_Michigan   son of Grace Moyer Shipley who raised my father and his sister Wilma alone, after a divorce  when my father was about nine. His father’s name was Ownan Shipley, and lived the rest of his adult life in Glendora, MI.

She raised them in the fear and admonition of the Lord as she served faithfully as a Sunday School teacher in the Church of Christ in Buchanan, Michigan. She also worked for the Clark Equipment company until her retirement.

My father had trusted Christ as his Saviour, I believe, in his teen years (As in the article below).

Daddy was a carpenter and had a hand in many projects over the years in the Indiana – Michigan area.  


While I was quite small we moved to the little town of Dowagiac, MI which was nick-named “Dog – Patch”.  I have looked it up to see why and I have only found a few nick name forums that affirm that fact.


We lived in the former grocery store of my maternal grandfather, Frank Porter Burch who was married to Bertha Marie (Green) Burch. 

I recall my mother telling that her father had the name  “Lottie” put on her birth certificate when she was born to her mother’s grief (a former girls friend’s name).  They had agreed to name her Charlotte Celeste Burch.

A little closed grocery store building was on the same property as my grandparents home. 

My earliest memory when the store was still in operation, was to go see my grandparents and there were large barrels in the middle isle of the store and they would let me stand on my tip toes along with my brother and sister and reach into the barrel and have a few soda crackers or sometimes a big pickle.

 I can remember the very tall yellow and brown Sunflowers and beautiful blue Morning Glories that my grandfather grew just outside the back door of the store.  I do not remember a lot about those days. I must have been very young.


Some Things My Mother Taught Me

(Written approximately 1960’s by Grace Shipley) My paternal grandmother.

Thinking back as a great- grandmother there are  so many  things my mother taught me it would be hard to name them all. Altho she was not a Christian at the time, she was interested in having her children attend Bible School.  At the age of six, I attended my first year.  I had a perfect attendance record and was awarded a pin by my teacher with  the Scripture words, “fear not I will help thee”, which I have carried in my memory through the years.

When we moved to the country my mother provided a way for us to attend the country church in which we also had an active part in the services.  I knew there were times when we disobeyed her, but she was always kind and understanding and willing to help us with our problems.

I became a Christian in my teens and down through the ages wherever I have lived I found a church where I could serve the Lord in some way.

On Dec 18, 1922, I took fellowship with the Church of Christ here in Buchanan, MI, having been a member of the U.B. Church.  As a member here I have spent some of the most enjoyable years of my life in serving the Lord and having the fellowship of Christian friends. 

On April 27, 1924 my Mother and son were baptized into Christ in this church which made me very happy.

The most important thing my mother taught me is that it was right to go to church and has had a great influence in my life.  In rowing older we cherish the memories of the many things our mother’s teach us and the things she did for us and how richly we have been blessed by having such a mother.

We are twenty in number in our family group.  I have a sone, a daughter, six grandchildren of whom for are married, and five great-grandchildren.

Out of this number we have two ministers, a choir director, a youth leader, four pianists, and others serving the Lord in many ways.  From the youngest to the oldest these twenty are in the Lord’s house every Lord’s day, which makes a very happy great- grandmother.

In Proverbs 22:6 we read, “Train up a child in the way de should go and when he is old he will not depart from it.”

MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD –Autobiography Chapter One

MEMORIES of My Childhood

By Jane Ann (Shipley) Pierpont

Fearful Days

Psalm 118:6 “The Lord is on my side, I will not fear:  what can man do unto me?”

The earliest place that I can recall living was in Muskegon, MI.  There are a few things I recall about living in Muskegon which were quite memorable.

We lived in a large white house, not very many blocks away from Lake Michigan.

My mother worked and we had a baby sitter which will remain unnamed, but I am sure that neither I, my brother, Larry, nor my sister, Sue, will ever forget her.

She was very mean to us and did things to us to scare us into obedience.   When my siblings and I talked of it in later years we decided that my brother, Larry Lee (three years my senior) and I must have been naughtier than my sister, Sandra Sue (fifteen months my senior). The baby sitter seemed to favor her over us.

But then according to my recent discussion with Sue, she felt equally picked on.

The only thing I can remember doing wrong was not making it to the restroom in time, so she put me up on a shelf in the closet and it was a very hot summer day and a wasp or bee was buzzing around me and I became frightened and fell off the shelf and skinned my back.

Another time she had my brother throw a bucket of water on me when I came around a corner in the house or several times she stood me in the toilet and scared me by flushing the toilet so that I would think I was going to go down.  

In later years when we talked about some of these events, my mother was very distressed and asked us why we did not tell her and told us that she would have dismissed her. 

We were fearful because  the baby sitter had threatened us that she would do worse things the next day if we told and we were afraid (not realizing that there would be no “next day”).

In recent years I have wondered if she was an unhappy person and just needed someone to care about her and I pray for her that somehow in God’s grace she found Christ as her Saviour so that she could have joy in her life.

Tonsils Out

I believe that was also the year I had my tonsils out after having many sore throats, bronchitis and whopping cough.  I can visualize being carried down stairs someplace and waking up with a very, very sore throat. I also had severe asthma and remember waking in the night having difficulty breathing.

The Fire

“Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child…..” Proverbs 22:15

One day I was playing  and I heard this loud siren coming down our street and I went to the window to look out and they were coming to a stop in front of our house and then I noticed smoke coming from the front porch area.

My brother, Larry, had decided to burn the leaves under the porch which got the attention of the baby sitter and neighbors right away.  I am sure that Larry must have been rewarded for his deed because I do not recall that he ever started another fire in anything but the burn barrel. 

Snacking from the Cupboards

Another memory I had was climbing up on a chair to the kitchen cupboards where mother kept the baking supplies.   Today to my horror I recall that I would stick my finger in the lard and lick it off.  I also remember  helping myself to the baking nuts that my mother used to bake cookies and sometimes the chocolate chips.  In later years she said something about the fact that she had trouble keeping nuts in the house because I would get into them.  I do not recall getting into them in later years, perhaps she persuaded me somehow not to do that, I don’t recall any punishment though.

My parents were strict and I was very anxious to please them. So it probably didn’t take much more than a firm word to obtain compliance from me. (In a later chapter I will share about the only two spankings that I can remember.)

Most of these memories are very brief because of my age, but somehow stick in my mind as big events.

New Shoes for Kindergarten 

This event has a much more pleasant memory.

That year I started kindergarten at Moon Elementary School. 

Not long after school started Mother asked my “daddy” (as I called him) to take me to buy a new pair of school shoes. I can remember that special occasion like it was yesterday. 

First going shopping with daddy sounded like fun and getting new shoes was pretty special to me.

When we got to the shoe store a salesman came to us and offered his help as we looked at the shoes on the shelf. 

As Daddy explained that I needed new school shoes, my eyes began to wander around the store until I discovered the children’s display.  As I looked at the different styles my eyes kept going back to a pair of shiny, black, patented leather shoes with high tops which also had about six buttons and loops for fastening them.

My daddy pointed to a couple of styles and asked the gentleman if I could try them on for a start.

There was a row of chairs and the  salesman asked me to  climb up into one of them. He then sat down on a short stool which had a slanted place with a black rubber mat on it like I had seen on people’s stairways so that they would not be slippery. 

He also had me place my foot into a metal tool on the slanted place which had a slide with numbers on it, like a ruler. He placed my heel against the end toward me and then pushed the other end toward my toes until it fit my foot comfortably.  This was how he measured my feet to determine what size I needed.  Then  he went to the back of the store to see if he had my size.

While he was gone I jumped down and went over to the shelf and once again I looked at the favored black high tops. 

Soon the salesman came out with the shoes my daddy had selected. To this day I do not recall what those shoe looked like.  He reached in his pocket and took out  a metal object from his pocket and used it to help slide the shoe onto my feet one at a time.  This object I learned later was called a shoe horn.

After trying on the first pair of shoes the man showed me a  little slanted mirror which was on the floor where I could  walk over and view my feet. Then  I returned to the chair to try the other pair and jumped down right away and surveyed the next pair and quickly went and jumped up onto the chair so the man could remove the shoes.  He then placed them back in the box and looked at my daddy and said, “Would you like to look at another styes?”

To this date I cannot remember anything about either pair of those shoes.  All the time I am wondering  which pair will daddy get for me.  

Evidently my daddy noticed that I had admired the black hightop shoes and to my great joy and surprise, Daddy said as he walked over to the shelf, “I think Jane would like to try this pair on too if you have them in her size.” Then he looked down at me with a smile and pointed to the only shoes I had really wished for.

The man was gone just a few seconds and returned with   a box that had a picture on the end of the box just like the shoes. When he had finished painstakingly buttoning each button on the first shoe, he picked up the second shoe and with the shoe horn put my foot into the shoe. 

All the time I was thinking that we would probably get one of the other pairs that I had tried on and Daddy was just letting me try them on for the fun of it. I figured that would also be too expensive. I really did not understand how much they were.

When the man finished buttoning the other shoe he took my hand and helped me step down from the chair and I walked over to the little slanted mirror on the floor and looked in the mirror. They were just beautiful. I turned to look  at the sides and then twisted around to see the backs. Then I looked down at my feet and walked slowly back to the chair while watching Daddy’s eyes. 

I was elated when he smiled and said to the salesperson, I think this is the pair we would like,” and turned his face toward me with his quiet smile.  

I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to get home to put them on and show everyone.

When we arrived home I was so excited and hurried in  to show them to my mother who had just returned from work.

I held up the box to her and Mother looked at the shoes and then at my daddy and it was obvious that she was not very happy about our choice of shoes.  

She looked at daddy and with great indignation in her voice she exclaimed,  “Bud, (daddy’s nick name) What were you thinking?  Those are not school shoes! Do you have any idea how hard it will be for her to button those every morning?” 

I held my breath in fear that we would have to take them back and return them for more practical shoes, but Mother also had a little flair for pretty things and understanding a little girls heart, finally consented to keeping the shoes and turned and walked away trying to show a little disgust in her demeanor.

Mother’s disapproval did not affect the great joy that I had the next day, when I wore them to school. I was looking forward to “show and tell” time (as they called it in kindergarten). Students were allowed to show a new item or an item of special interest.  If one had new shoes or a  new item the teacher would let that child stand on a chair and the class would sing a little song together.

Something like this:

“Janie has new shoes. 

Janie has new shoes.”  

I don’t remember anything else about that school or anything that I learned or was supposed to learn, but I certainly loved my daddy for buying those beautiful, new, shiny black, patent leather, button up shoes – just for me.