The Gospel Train

Written for my father, Ken Pledger, for his 76th Birthday. It is in remembrance of his mother, Ellen Mae (Kilgore) Pledger, who was brought by an old steam-engine train back to Arkansas in 1914 to where she was raised by the Kilgores and Blanscets to know and love God. Her investment in my dad and his siblings for the gospel is still being felt today 110 years after Baby Mae rode the "gospel train" to the Altus. 

 

Ellen Mae Pledger with her son, Roy, in center and
surrounded by the Blanscet sisters who raised her for God 

My Mother's 80th Birthday

 

The Hand You Grip (Our Wedding Anniversary)

 

Without A Mother?

I was sitting in New Jersey the day before Mother's Day thinking of all the times a mom gives selflessly to the needs of their children. I met a man today who almost destroyed his life before escaping his teenage years. He spent several years detained as a prisoner due to poor choices he made which all began when he was just a minor. When asked about his childhood, he traced most of his past failures to the absence of a true and decent mother. THANK God for those who play the role of God-fearing mothers! May all of us born into this world who are granted the love of a Christian mother, always appreciate the goodness of God.

Maltese Anchor

 

Don't Miss It (Make Time for Jesus)

 

"I Drink You"

 I love Kimberly Pledger. She is a caregiver to her parents, and a wonderful "Mimi" and Mom, Best of all, I get to call her mine. I have sat drinking a cup of coffee many mornings in our lives when truthfully, I DON'T HAVE ANY AFFECTION FOR COFFEE. I know that must surprise and even offend some who love the stuff. However, my affection is for being with her and in the quietness of the morning hours sharing our lives and thoughts. I drink her!!!