Miller Family Monthly Support

Fellow Believers, with Ken in prison, the family needs support. Click here for a recurring or one-time donation.
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$ 1500
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$ 1500
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You can also mail your support check, payable to Pilgrim Christian Fellowship. Address: Pilgrim Christian Fellowship Miller Family Support P.O. Box 946 Stuarts Draft, VA 24477
Sanford Hege
May God' grace continue to be your protection. Nothing happens in our Christian experience without his approval. May this be a wake up call for the rest of us who are free to walk closer with the Master Jesus Christ.
Harlan and Esther Kauffman
We love you and are praying for you and yours. You have been and are being an inspiration for many to the glory of GOD. Be not weary in well doing, for in due season ye shall reap if ye faint not.
steve shetler
Brother Ken, We have been praying for you as well following the updates which has been a real clear message to the world that our King is in control,thanks to his humble servants who are not ashamed of him and willing to speak yes and suffer for your Faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.

The Case

Friends, Fellow Believers, Supporters: As Ken is now unable to support his family, we are soliciting monthly donations. We at Pilgrim Fellowship church are planning to provide a signficant portion of their support, and his wife is working part time as well. The Miller household includes six children--the oldest is making wedding plans for June of this year.

Contact Us if you would like to pledge an amount to be sent by mail, or for any other questions.

You can make changes to this amount later in your Paypal account under "Subscriptions," or by contacting us.  

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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,


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,


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.