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salina...va
Be strong in the LORD,keep the faith,trust God with all your heart,son.love,mom
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!
Dan Hornbostel
Thank you for posting these updates about your case. I am continually encouraged that, while you suffer these hardships--- you still give thanks to God. May God give you strength and vindicate your freedoms--- which are the liberties of all men, through this case. Phil 4:4-5

The Case

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Prison Update #3

MAY 8, 2016

First of all I thank God for my mother who taught me right and wrong and the fear of God. Second I thank Him for my Beloved, the mother of my children. Blessed be these women.

There was a lockdown the other evening. The next morning I found out what caused it. At another housing unit, a certain inmate was suspected to be in possession of a cell phone. The officers were after him, and he moved through the building, desperate to unload that phone somewhere. He ducked into my friend's cell (who was out at the moment) and tried to hide it in there. The officers tore the room apart in search of the phone, found the various pieces of it and took the culprit to the SHU. (Special Housing Unit, and you don't want to go there!) Owning a phone is a high level offense, near the same level as attempted escape and the unfortunate fellow could get up to a year extra time. Strangely, the man was only "thirty days from the door," meaning he was scheduled to be released in a month.

I thank God for the opportunity to love and forgive my fellow man. The other day I went to the chow hall for lunch with my laundry bag in my pocket. This is a very common practice among the inmates. You wolf down your lunch, and head right to the commissary for your weekly purchases before the lines get too long. The laundry bag is used as a shopping bag, and putting it into your pocket saves a few minutes of time because you don't have to go all the way back to your housing unit to get it. That day as I entered the chow hall, an officer asked noticed the bulge in my pocket. "What's in your pocket?" I pulled out the offending bag. To make a long story short, it was taken into custody by the officer, and I still haven't got it back, and it's given me a wonderful opportunity to turn a little irritation into love and forgiveness by God's grace. You can pray for the staff in here. They don't always have an easy job.

The Bible study the other evening was invigorating. The speaker has been here several times and is very engaging and sticks to the Word. However, his views about sickness and disease are somewhat different from mine. Three weeks ago, after the service, I brought him a question which he promised to answer. And the other night he remembered. He apparently spent a good bit of time researching the question. Because he answered it very thoroughly from the Scriptures In a very spirited way with the kind of relentless logic an attorney uses. (Which he is.) We then had a few exchanges in the Q & A session. I think the exchanges were very respectful, but we were not able to resolve all the differences. Afterward I went up to talk to him and his wife. Since they both seemed conservative people, I brought up the situation that brought me here. They both looked at me intently and suddenly there was a flash of recognition. They've been following the situation for a long time. "I've prayed for you many times!" he exclaimed. They were both very affirming and supportive and it was so encouraging to talk to people who know, understand and care. God is so good!

For about 8 days there hasn't been much to do on the landscape crew because of all the cool and rainy weather. But this week promises lots of work--for which I am very grateful. I was blessed to be asked by the landscape crew supervisor to start some seeds for the flower beds on the compound. The seeds they had planted all died. As I was sifting the potting soil the first time-- thinking about the fact that I actually get to work with soil, and seeds and flowers, it brought tears of joy. Thank you Lord! While not quite on the scale of Milmont, the zinnias, celosia, sunflowers and morning glories are growing well.

THE DEATH OF A DREAM.
Seven years ago, my wife and I came back from a visit to Ireland with a dream. By God's grace we would uproot our lives, and move with our family to the edge of Europe and help spread the Kingdom Vision with our brothers at Dunmore East. The possibility of raising our children in Ireland, obtaining Irish citizenship, and thereby citizenship in the E.U. was very attractive. I could imagine our descendants scattered across Europe, bringing Light and Truth in a place where the Kingdom Vision is hardly represented--while we lived out our old age in a cottage by the Irish Sea.

That dream seemed to have received it's final death blow the week before Christmas at a Cracker Barrel where a dear friend and I had just finished lunch. I received a call from my attorney who informed me we had just lost the appeal and I would need to serve my time.

The other day I was sitting under a tree in the compound here at FCC Petersburg. (Not a juniper tree--see Jonah!) A chainlink fence about 10-12 feet tall with razor wire at the top was off to my right. A double row of these fences goes all around the compound. A pickup truck is constantly circling the compound monitoring the perimeter.

As I sat there looking at that fence I realized THE DREAM is dead. It was a time of deep pain and crying out to God. The questions that came to my mind were; "What saith my Lord unto His Servant?" and "Lord what wilt thou have me to do?" What are you teaching me through the death of this deeply cherished dream? What should my dream be now?

The answer came from Bonheoffer's's "The Cost of Discipleship" which I am presently re-reading. In discussing the cost of individual discipleship, Bonheoffer makes the point that Jesus is our Mediator not only between God and man, but between man and man, and in fact the Mediator between us and everything else.

If we are to "hate" father and mother and brother and sister, and wife and children, yea and our own lives also, and if we are to love Him above everything, it means He stands between myself and all other people and between myself and the world too. If we wish to follow Him we can no longer relate directly to people and the world. He stands between my wife and I, my family, my church, my friends, my job, my nation, and my own interests and desires. He stands there teaching us how to respond to all things, all circumstances in such a way that accomplishes His Fathers will. He stands there waiting for us powerless ones to invite Him into every situation we face. Isn't this what it means to have Jesus as Lord, First in everything? Isn't this true discipleship? Isn't this the positive side of self-denial--the turning to Him ahead of self?

As I sat there under the tree thinking about my Dream, I realized that Jesus stands between us and our most Cherished Dreams too. Dreams realized and dreams un-realized. The broken, shattered dreams that fill us with heartache and confusion.

I realized that by the grave of perished dreams stands the Living Son of God. He beseeches us to gaze on Him with eyes of faith. "I am the Resurrection and the Life!" He declares. "Will you believe Me, and follow Me into the unknown? Will you make me your Dream?"

"Be Thou MY VISION, Oh Lord of my heart!
Naught be all else to me--save that THOU ART
Thou my best thought by day or by night
Waking or sleeping They Presence my light!
-St. Patrick of Ireland

Ken Miller 08464-082
Federal Correctional Center
P.O. Box 1000
Petersburg, VA 23804

Note: We need to pray for our dear Sister Lisa and her daughter. God will show us how.

Prison Update #2

April 20, 2016 Dear Brothers and Sisters, "Verily, Verily I say unto you, except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. He that loveth his life shall lose it, and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal." (John 12:24-25) There is always an indefinite time between spiritual corn-planting and the harvest. If that time could somehow be compressed or removed and we could immediately see the glorious reward of "dying", wouldn't we all choose to give up our lives? But that's not how the universe works. "When the days were accomplished," Mary brought forth God's Son. "When the days are accomplished", our spiritual harvest will be gathered. It takes a process of time. Our problem is often spiritual short-sightedness-- in truth, a lack of faith--which results in the inability to "see" the fruit that will come from "hating our lives in this world." If we focus on the short-term inconvenience and pain of giving up our own desires and ambitions, we’ll likely draw back, forgetting that preserving our lives now means sure death later. May God give us a vision into the future harvest, a vision which will inform our decisions in the present. "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." It's hard to know what all I should write. So much has happened in the last two weeks or so. I've settled into somewhat of a routine, by God's grace. I was pleasantly surprised to be invited to a new cell 2 days ago. this meant leaving an 18-man dorm for a 4-man cell. I love the change. It's much quieter and much more peaceful. The vulgarity and profanity at the larger dorm was almost unbearable at times. The bunk I had was an upper bunk with springs. Depending how you roll around, the springs emit a sickening "crunch." One is always concerned about dropping pretzel crumbs or other undesirable material on the man below. Plus, with my length-challenged legs, I always had to strain to get myself up off a chair at the end of the bunk, up over the end rail, and onto the mattress. Getting down was even worse, especially in the early morning darkness while the men around me were still sleeping. Now, in the new cell it's much more convenient. While it's not the Ritz Carlton, I do have a bottom bunk which eliminates the need for advanced gymnastic skills. My bunk has a sturdy steel frame which means the man above me doesn't shake the whole bed as he moves around. The cell even has a tiny sink which is usable and a toilet which is not. My cell mates are Don, Luke and Adar. (Not their real names.) They have built up a reputation for keeping their cell "ship-shape." So much so that when it comes time for the bi-weekly inspection, the unit leaders often show the inspector this cell as a representative cell. So I have a high house-keeping standard to live up to. Even leaving your Bible lying on your well-made bed goes against protocol. I learned that the hard way already. But the guys are super nice and hardworking. Adar is on the cleaning crew for this unit and buffs the tile floor in the hallway every three days with windex. The floor in here SHINES. I'm sure this has helped propel ancient Richmond Hall to the top of the inspection list, a fact all of us are quite pleased about. Please pray that God would help me be a faithful representative of the invincible, irrepressible life of Christ, wherever He puts me in here. The other significant blessing: I was given a job on the landscape crew--the job I wanted. I started yesterday, and for the last two days actually managed to get some dirt under my fingernails again, as we cleaned up flowerbeds and trimmed shrubbery around the compound. The best part is being allowed to get outside into the sunshine and fresh air while doing something useful. Like every other aspect of prison life, one has to adapt to a different set of expectations. Let's just say, I know from personal experience now, that private enterprise is far more effective than state run systems! For every hour "worked" we might actually WORK for 10-15 minutes. Hopefully I will earn my pay, the grand sum of $20 monthly. The other big news this past week was the 36-hour power outage here at Petersburg Low. There is no back-up power. So tempers were fraying a bit by the time the power came back on. We were locked inside our building (Richmond Hall) during that time except when we went to get our meals and during a fire drill. For two days we ate peanut butter and jelly and bologna sandwiches because the kitchen was out too. Amazingly I still like peanut butter. The outage was reportedly caused by someone unthinkingly turning off a steam condensate return value, which shunted all the condensate from the massive steam system here into a basement enclosure, filling it with three feet of water and burning up a main transformer, which strangely, is still installed in that basement. I talked with one of the maintenance fellows who was on the steps starting down into the water to turn off that value. Suddenly, they heard popping electrical noises. "Stop!" yelled the supervisor. If they had gone in, the maintenance man told me, "I'd be lying in the morgue today." Praise the Lord for His protection over those men! I praise the Lord also, for all your care and prayers! Love in Christ, ken

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