My father, C. Rees Jenkins, Jr., died in his sleep on Saturday morning, September 19. Here’s a tribute shared once when we celebrated his birth, now updated as he crosses over to the other side of the grave.
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Here We Are: Remembering Betty Marshall Jenkins
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will.be called children of God (Matthew 5:9). This post is the eulogy I delivered for my mother, Betty Marshall Jenkins, at Shandon Presbyterian Church, Columbia, SC on January, 21,2023. She lived from April 2, 1925 until December...
Our Mother, the Peacemaker: Betty Marshall Jenkins, 1925-2022
7My mother, Betty Marshall Jenkins, died on December 31, 2022. The following post paid tribute to her on her 90th birthday on April 2, 2015. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God (Matthew 5:9). On a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of...
Bare Winter Trees (Poem)
Bare Winter Trees J. Marshall Jenkins In my hurry to the mailbox this cold December morning, bare winter trees draw my gaze from rain soaked roots up to manifold etched fingers pointing - look! – to gray cloud cover sagging under light poised to burst through....
Why I Believe in Eternal Life
Several months before my father’s death, I wrote this piece to ease his worries as he sensed the time approaching. It turned out to be my most widely-read post.
Bart Starr: My Childhood Hero
How a man I never met made a positive difference in my youth.
The Promise After the Planting: Growing Faith on the Farm
How my mother passed on farm-grown faith to me.
Discovering Grace With My Father
How my father eventually became the kind of witness we need.
Validation and Comfort
In the aftermath of my father’s death, I revisit this post for some important reminders.
The View from Below: A Final Tribute to My Father
The pastor and my family asked me to offer some words at my father’s memorial service on Tuesday. Afterward, a number of folks asked me to share the text with you.
I Want to Know Christ
A tribute to my grandfather.
Heeding My Call…For Today, At Least
At 58, my vocational questions continue. How about yours?