Beatitudes Blog
Taking Wind As Love
Taking Wind As Love J. Marshall Jenkins I remember the wind that caressed my brow when I could not yet walk well. Sitting in the stroller in hot, sticky Montgomery, I watched the air until it moved, which I took as love without hands, without a face, without words,...
You Can Rest Now
Get a feel for true righteousness. And relax.
The Formerly Blind Man Remembers
The Formerly Blind Man Remembers (poem) by J. Marshall Jenkins “Tell no one,” he insisted after spitting on dust and rubbing the mud in my eyes until I saw, before anything else, his face. Now I understand: Time ripens like a fig, does no good plucked too soon, no...
Willingness: The Way Through Resentment
A way through resentment to serenity…
The Denial
The Denial “Woman, I know him not,” Peter replied on behalf of us all. Give him credit: He did not altogether lie. Who then could claim to know Christ? Time and again he worked wonders and forbade the healed to tell, a futile command, true, but to our eyes, it...
“Take Comfort. See My Face.”
The surprising comfort of finding Jesus’ face.
Knowing Wind (poem)
Knowing Wind for Wanda by J. Marshall Jenkins The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit (John 3:8). You teach me much about trees,...
Dare to Expect Abundance
Expecting abundance rather than scarcity could begin the change you want to make in the world. Read more to see why.
Soft Morning Light (Poem)
Soft Morning Light for Wanda J. Marshall Jenkins No matter how strident the march of darkness as my good angels scatter and deny knowing my name, your soft morning light prevails after predawn darkness, sometimes playfully, sometimes ever so quietly. It is...
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....
As a psychotherapist and spiritual director, I bring well-honed insight and skill to these posts; yet, my vulnerability plays a more important part, for more than advice from experts, serious people of faith need resonance with fellow travelers.
In my writing and in your reading and comments, may we face our challenges in God’s compassionate presence rather than in a private dressing room where we try in vain to make ourselves presentable to God at an appointed meeting. God meets us where we are.
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