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Wayne Jantzi
God Bless you Brother; We are praying for you and your family!
Omar Miller
God's richest blessings to you Ken, as you continue to stand for the truth! Know that our family and the Cornerstone Church has been praying for you and your family, and we will continue to do so. Praying for God's powerful grace in your life, especially tomorrow!
mkf esmiol
Our support to Ken Miller for his convictions and his actions. The young mother is correct in her assessment of the situation. Unfortunately she had to leave the United States in order to protect her child from undue influence imposed by the visitations. The mother of the child is the biological mother. The court ruling, to even suggest that the former domestic partner could be considered...

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Prison Update #1

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

Grace and peace be yours abundantly in Jesus Christ. How can we ever thank Him enough for His life in us? With Him, we can face anything, without Him we can do nothing. "Behold, I stand at the door and knock, if any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him and sup with him and he with Me. (Rev. 3:18) This opening of the door can be thought of as opening / yielding one's life to Jesus, letting Him into all the circumstances of life. Repentance is surrendering areas of our lives we have long managed ourselves. May God give us all the grace to acquire this spiritual habit. 

I heard good things about the sermon at Pilgrim on Sunday. I know from recent experience that there is life after death. I was in here for a few days before I realized I was resisting being here. It was just too hard. The experience was overwhelming. The evil was almost overpowering. My heart was numb. But then I began to yield to God and started thanking Him for this hardship. The joy of His presence has become very real and very sweet. Thank you so much for your prayers. 

It's still real hard, and I miss my wife and family more than I can say. But I am assured that God is here, He is helping us and  we can trust Him. There is purpose in it all.

I'm reading Bonhoeffer' "The Cost of Discipleship." He felt that it's the Christians duty toward God to oppose tyranny, to oppose a government which no longer follows "natural law" and "the law of God," I do not say we should oppose government in the way Bonhoeffer ultimately chose to do. But as non-resistant bearers of the Truth, we should not sit by as "the quiet in the land" while society around us falls into ruin. Rather our lives should be a prophetic protest, an expose' of Satan's tyranny, and we should not hesitate to oppose His lies with the Truth, by word and action. This was the way of the early Anabaptist. 

It's taken some time to figure out what has happened to me. When a man comes into the prison system he gives up quite  a number of things basic to his identity:

1. Wife and family.(while I expect to see them frequently, it means painful separation for a time.) 
2.Productivity and work. (What is more  basic to a man's identity? ) 
3. Privacy. (try moving in with 13 men--all criminals whom you don't know--in a room about 700 feet square and see if that doesn't help you appreciate privacy.) 
4. Security. (See above.) 
5. Dignity. (You are strip searched after every visit, by male guards, but these days you never know...) 
6. Responsibility. (You are left trying to figure out what you should do with your day,many basic decisions are made for you)
7. Friendship and acquaintances. (You have to start over, and you don't know who you can trust.)  

I know now what it's like to have one's identity battered and shaken right down TO the core. But by the grace and mercy of God the CORE is holding strong even though it feels like most everything else has been stripped away in one fell swoop.

It feels to me that what I have left is my identity in Christ. And I have to work out from there. What does He want me to do now? How does He want me to live? Some things are emerging:

1. To be devoted to Him without distraction.
2. To enter in full time pastoral ministry. This calling was conferred upon me by the commissioning at Pilgrim. I want to be true to that. And it feels like the primary calling is to Pilgrim through prayer letters of encouragement and in whatever other ways I'm able to support the team. 
3. To somehow serve as a voice for truth wherever I am. 
4. To help people find the Savior as He leads the way. 

Please pray that God would help me reconstruct my life.

I stand a good chance of getting into the landscape crew next week w hich would allow me to get to work at 6:40 am mowing grass and other landscaping projects 3-4 days a week. All the mowing is done by electric push mowers They're usually done by lunchtime. This job will pay me $20 of your federal taxes per month! (Due to budget shortfalls, the  pay was recently cut from $40 to $20.) 

I've been relaxing a lot regarding safety issues here. But I had sobering reminder at lunchtime. Last evening I was finishing up Michael O'Brien's "A Father's Tale" sitting at my bunk and was completely transported. Other inmate asked me at lunch today about a conversation that was going on at the time I was reading last night. I told him I didn't hear any of that conversation that was going on right in front of me, I was so engrossed. He gave me a stern warning that I should always be aware of what is going on around me. After all,this is prison! He said he witnessed someone getting killed at another institution. A man was reading a book and somehow had insulted another inmate, or ignored him. The other man went back to his cell, got a lock or something and killed him on the spot. 

This has gotten long enough. I'll write more later about the daily routines and so forth.

May God's presence and power be with all of you,

ken

Saying Goodbye to Ken

Dear all, 

Ken is in prison. This morning at 6:30 a large group of us from Pilgrim gathered at the church to see him off. We sang "Praise God from Whom all Blessings Flow" and "God Be With You Til We Meet Again." 

 

Goodbye dear brother.... We'll see you soon...

 

 

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In the church. Ken saying goodbye to everyone that showed up. 

 

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Ken's final words before departure. 

Last Letter before Prison

March 22, 2016

I'm going to prison today because a woman's faith and modern society collided.

About 12 years ago Lisa Miller discovered that Jesus of Nazareth was powerful enough to take away her sins. He transformed her life and her lifestyle.

In the long, winding journey since then, Lisa has sought to remain true to her Savior and to her conscience.

By fall of 2009, due to the rulings of the Vermont courts, the reluctance of the Virginia courts, and a strangely impotent Defense of Marriage Act (Virginia law at the time), Lisa was about to lose custody of her own biological daughter.

She saw two choices; capitulate to the New Social Order, or stay true to the Moral Order established by God. She chose the latter.

In September of 2009, Lisa left the United States and fled to Nicaragua in search of religious freedom; the freedom to raise her daughter under God's order as her faith and conscience compelled her to do. She remains in hiding to this day.

Here at FCC Petersburg, I am greatly privileged to stand with Lisa in her quest for Truth and Freedom.

Some things can never be locked up inside prison walls. Truth. Conscience. Moral righteousness. And the saving Gospel of Jesus.

Fellow believer, we are in a war against Satan's tyranny. But remember: "The weapons of our warfare are not carnal (not human, not political) but mighty through God to the pulling down of (these) strongholds." (2 Cor. 10:4)

Our weapons are the Cross of Christ, joyful suffering and loving our enemies. "While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal." (2 Cor. 4:18)

Jesus reigns, His Kingdom is forever. He is coming back soon!

An unworthy servant,

Ken

FCC Petersburg Low

Kenneth L Miller 08464-082

P.O. Box 1000

Petersburg, VA 23804

Reporting For Prison Tuesday

On Tuesday, our brother Ken Miller plans to report to prison in Petersburg, VA. He was heartened to find out the other day that he's on the roll in low security facility instead of the medium security facility, which is the one he was expecting to report to. This will hopefully give him more privileges. We're hoping for the best in terms of visiting allowances, but aren't really sure what to expect. 

A Grandmother's Faith

A Grandmother’s Faith—Corrected Version
My great-grandmother, Salina Kanagy, lived and died in the Amish community of Kishacoquillas Valley in central Pennsylvania.
With a thresher-man husband and 14 children to feed and clothe, she didn’t have an easy life. 
I never met her as she died more than 50 years ago. But it seems I heard her voice a few years back, in a most unlikely place— Burlington, VT.
Brother Leon Zook attended my trial in August of 2012.  While sitting in the courtroom he remembered a poem he got from his mother in the 1960’s.   It had come to his mother from her favorite aunt, my great-grandmother Salina. 
Sitting there on the fifth floor of the federal court, Bro. Leon recalled that poem and wrote it down, word for word. 
That scrap of paper is one of my most precious possessions. Reading it, I hear my grandmothers’ faith speaking across eternity.  It will be inside my Bible on March 22, 2016. 
I share it here for all of our encouragement.
Up the hill He gently leads us
Through the clouds His eyes can see
And it makes us trust our Savior
And we say, “Lord I love thee.”
 
Often Satan comes to try us
He would like to bend us low
And we tell it all to Jesus
And He answers “Child I know.” 
 
If it were not for the trials
If the days were never dim
If we met no disappointments
Could we see the need of Him?
 
And if Satan never tried us
Could we flee to Christ for aid?
And would we learn to trust Him
When he says “Be not afraid.”
 
(Can be sung to the tune  of “In The Rifted Rock I’m Resting” or “Shall We Gather At The River” etc. )

 

A Grandmother’s Faith—Corrected Version

My great-grandmother, Salina Kanagy, lived and died in the Amish community of Kishacoquillas Valley in central Pennsylvania.

With a thresher-man husband and 14 children to feed and clothe, she didn’t have an easy life.

I never met her as she died more than 50 years ago. But it seems I heard her voice a few years back, in a most unlikely place— Burlington, VT.

Brother Leon Zook attended my trial in August of 2012.  While sitting in the courtroom he remembered a poem he got from his mother in the 1960’s.   It had come to his mother from her favorite aunt, my great-grandmother Salina.

Sitting there on the fifth floor of the federal court, Bro. Leon recalled that poem and wrote it down, word for word.

That scrap of paper is one of my most precious possessions. Reading it, I hear my grandmothers’ faith speaking across eternity.  It will be inside my Bible on March 22, 2016.

I share it here for all of our encouragement.

Up the hill He gently leads us

Through the clouds His eyes can see

And it makes us trust our Savior

And we say, “Lord I love thee.”

 

Often Satan comes to try us

He would like to bend us low

And we tell it all to Jesus

And He answers “Child I know.”

 

If it were not for the trials

If the days were never dim

If we met no disappointments

Could we see the need of Him?

 

And if Satan never tried us

Could we flee to Christ for aid?

And would we learn to trust Him

When he says “Be not afraid.”

 

(Can be sung to the tune  of “In The Rifted Rock I’m Resting” or “Shall We Gather At The River” etc. )