I Pray We Match

For the past many years, when Kim and I go to church or even out for dinner, I most often will ask her what she is wearing. Once she tells me which outfit, I look through my shirts and neckties to find something that might complement her choice. People at times will stop us in public and mention how that we are wearing similar clothes at least in the color scheme. She will usually say, "It's my husband’s idea". As we celebrated our wedding anniversary last week, I authored a poem to her about how I hoped to not only match her in this manner but also hoped to match her gentle and laving spirit. I love you, Kimberly. 

When the Red Bag Showed Up

I have given the last many years to help those who live in remote places of the earth have an opportunity to see the "Jesus Film" in their own dialect. It is through this ministry that we have seen hundreds of thousands of souls come to Christ. We place our equipment in a RED BAG sold in the US. We now have 114 of these scattered around the world, where they are used by local preachers to conduct village evangelism. The RED BAG has become a visual of how the blood of Jesus can cleanse the lost and save to the uttermost. 

 

He's Not the Same - Dr. Mickey Carter

I had the joy of attending the 90th Birthday Celebration for Dr. Mickey Carter in Haines City, Florida, a couple of weeks ago. It has been a great blessing to see his influence on so many churches and pastors during the span of my life. He is a friend of my father and our church in Middleburg. He is most notably known for his position on the King James Bible and the book he wrote, "Things that are Different are not the Same". He drives home the point that if one text uses words to convey God's message and in the modern translations those words are wholly omitted, it cannot be that they are equivalent. 

In the same manner as the diversity of biblical texts, there are various degrees of men. However, these men are not the same, and Pastor Carter has shown himself to be one of the elite when it comes to his ministry and life. Thank you, Dr. Carter, for being a choice servant of God. 

Who Dat Born Me

About twelve years ago, traveling in Senegal, I happened upon this sign painted on the side of a school building that read, "Who Dat Born Me." I got a good laugh at the broken English and snapped a picture of it. During this Christmas Season, I am presenting a poem that I wrote to my parents, Ken and Barbara Pledger. I've previously not tried to write anything in slang or broken language, so forgive me for my feeble attempt. I am unsure of how many more Christmas days I will be blessed to have both of my parents. I want to honor them and thank God for being the parents Dat Born Me. Thank you for giving me life and for teaching me to love and serve Jesus. 

 

Heaven's Tanzanite

1967, a humble Maasai herdsman named Jumane Ngoma discovered a rare stone just under the shadows of Mount Kilimanjaro. It would change his life forever and make a global impact on the rare stone industry. Many times, throughout the lives of Kim and me, we have stumbled onto God's Grace while struggling with a heartache or tragedy. Such was the case a year ago when we lost Alex. I cannot begin to tell you how these moments have changed both of us for the better. Through grief, God has shown his grace. We are forever indebted to Him for these celestial gems. 

 

For my friend, Jim LeClare

 

He Prays While Others Sleep

I have been home for many times when our church in Florida celebrated the ministry of my parents at Calvary Baptist Church. Lately, I have been away as missions' has carried me far and wide. In June of 2025 I am in Chisinau, Moldova preaching in a Baptist church while our members and my family are having the 39th year anniversary of my dad's pastorate. He has pastored two other churches during his years of gospel ministry for a total of 52 years. He is truly a pastor to those he serves. 

 

He Lined the Field

I was sitting in the airport in Rome, Italy thinking of the life and contribution of Harold Rager to Calvary Baptist Church and Calvary Christian Academy. He was a servant that volunteered in our food pantry, VBS, and helped line the sports fields before every home ballgame, He will be missed by many.

 

One of the Real Ones

It Vanisheth Away

 After the sudden loss of my friends' son in Kenya, I took time to recall how precious life is. Having a sweet wife, kids, and grandkids is a wonderful treasure. Enjoy today and love your family!!!!

Who Will Go for Me?

 Last week while feeling a little tired and even complaining to the myself and the Lord about the lack of conveniences on the island of Comoros where I was ministering, the Lord reminded me of his willingness to leave heaven for me. 

Married to My Best Friend

On Valentines Day, 2025 I was in Nairobi, Kenya and headed that night to the island of Comoros to preach the gospel. My heart longed to be with my Best Friend and Sweet Wife in Florida. My emptiness of the many miles that seperated us inspired me to write of my love for her. 

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!!!

My Sister's Care

Truly the love of an older sister is a unique kind of care. My sister, Stacy, is 7 years my
senior and from my childhood til now has always cared for me with a protective instinct. She is the Miriam who stood nearby to me in times when my future seemed uncertain. She celebrates her 60th birthday today and I love her. Happy Birthday, Stacy!!!

My mother and father with Stacy

Stacy with her grandkids

Stacy and Kim celebrating her 60th