A Note from Jessie – Covenant Newsletter, February 2019

Am I correct in assuming that you have never heard of the Valentine Possum? Wild guess, but I am thinking that I am likely alone in claiming a marsupial as a beloved bearer of valentine cards and holiday cheer . . . Well, not totally alone. When I was a young child, my mom was always coming up with quirky, off-the-wall ways to celebrate holidays with my big sister, Annie, and me. Each holiday presented a new creative platform from which she could delight her daughters by letting her creative whimsy fly freely. For instance, my mom spent years collecting “Famous Rabbit” figurines (think Bugs Bunny, Peter Rabbit, the March Hare . . . you name it) that she would proudly display as a growing centerpiece every Easter, in addition to our Cross, flowers, and pastel eggs. It was a conversation starter for those who visited our house in springtime, to say the least, and you can bet that we were the only family in Richmond, VA, who had a giant Roger Rabbit statuette on our Easter Sunday table.

Reminiscing about these silly memories stirs up emotion and loads of gratitude for the woman who took the time to be silly with us. And the most delightful revelation was when I realized these traditions were not contained to childhood or limited to only those living within the cozy walls of my mom’s little home. No, the Valentine Possum did not lose my scent after I traveled off to college. Without fail, I would receive a package in the Sewanee student post office every February, with a return address from – yep – the Valentine Possum. Perhaps the most embarrassing package from the good ol’ VP was several years after Steele and I were married. By that point Steele was well acquainted with my family’s unusual traditions, of course, but our new neighbors were not. And when the aging possum accidentally wrote the wrong address on the package, my neighbors were rather confused and more than a little disturbed to discover that inside a beautifully wrapped package was a large, decidedly unattractive puppet of a very lifelike-looking possum. After finally figuring out who the intended recipients were, our neighbors cautiously knocked on our door, holding the package as far away as possible from their chests, a shock of gray faux fur emerging from the seams. Oh, how Steele, my mom, and I laughed about that mishap.

So what in the world does my mom’s wacky invention of the Valentine Possum have to do with God? Well, kind of a lot if you think about it. Love, for starters. God loves us so fully, so unabashedly, so determinedly, and so steadfastly that we never have to wonder where He is. God never loses our scent. He is always showing up, always surprising us with His goodness and steadfastness. God’s love makes us feel special and known, and it inspires us to love others well, too.

And oh the joy that follows that kind of unconditional love. It is a love worth celebrating, to be sure. Happy Valentine’s Day to all! May we each strive to love each other in a life-giving sort of way.

“And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lines in God, and God in them. (1 John 4:16)

A Note from Josh – College & Center Newsletters, February 2019

Ian Cron said some things at the Relationship Seminar earlier this month that have been messing with me. He said, “Understanding is love’s other name.” He went on to explain that if we want to love others well, we need to understand them. Understanding another person is not easy. It requires a tremendous amount of patience and compassion. There are a lot of people in this world I want to love well; my wife, my children, my friends, and my community. That is going to require a whole lot of understanding. Ian also asked the question, “How are you going to love another well if you do not know their wounds, or how, when, and why they suffer?” That is a heavy question. An answer to that question is going to require a lot of brain, body, and heart power.

These words are messing with me, not just because of what they will require of me to take them seriously in my relationships with those I love, but also because of what it means to think about them in how God chose to be in relationship with creation. The incarnation of Jesus can be hard to understand, but something about Ian’s words made sense of Jesus for me. God wanted to love creation well, and in doing so, gave everything in Jesus. The patience and compassion, desire to know our wounds, and the how, when, and why we suffer are not foreign to God. The incarnation testifies to God’s willingness to be patient and compassionate. The incarnation testifies that God put a lot of brain, body, and heart power into loving us. Ian’s words tasked me with loving people well, but they also made some sense of God’s love for me, and that is good news. Amen? Amen.

A Note from Jessie – Covenant Newsletter, January 2019

Here we are again.

We are standing at the tippy top of a glossy blank calendar year. January unfurls before us like a brand new piece of college ruled notebook paper. Waiting. It feels as daunting as it does exciting.

If November is for focusing on what we are thankful for in our lives, and December is for celebrating the miraculous birth of Christ who breathes light and love and salvation into our lives, then January must be for putting our gratitude and gifts into action. We ask ourselves, what will we do this year with the abundance we have been given?

In my estimation, there is something endearingly admirable, if not eye-rollingly cliché, about the human inclination toward making New Year’s resolutions. Yes, most of us know that we will likely make empty promises to be healthier, kinder, and more efficient versions of ourselves; and yes, most of those promises will take shape and pass as easily as the clouds. But isn’t there something inspiring about the universality of resolutions? That so many people in so many corners of the world readily acknowledge that there is room for growth and improvement? That as soon as the year turns and we are given a clean slate, the earth seems to swell under our feet and urge us toward betterment? To me, even that mass, shared awareness is inspiring in its own right: first, because it means we are not alone in our utterly imperfect state, and second, because it points to our collective souls’ yearning for something more meaningful, perhaps more holy, than before. We can all do a little better, can’t we?

To resolve to do something is to make a firm decision toward action. Moreover, to resolve something is to find a solution. What solutions and actions am I seeking this year? Well, a lot of them have to do with the greatest gifts I have in my life, and those are my relationships with the precious people God has entrusted me to love well. What treasures they are. This year, I want to be more present with my children, more encouraging with my mother and sister, and more steadfast in the friendships that are life-giving. And the whispered truth here is that each of those resolutions must start with me. Self-reflection is the starting point for self-awareness, and the jumping off point for self-improvement. God created us in His image as complex, dynamic, and contemplative beings. Thus, we are not meant to float through life passively, but rather to dig in with both hands and wrestle with the roots of whom God created us to be. And then try a little more earnestly to do those roots justice.

John Calvin once said that “without knowledge of self, there is no knowledge of God.” These wise words have become the tagline for our church’s upcoming “Rooted in Christ: Relationship Seminar” on the evening of Friday, February 1st with Enneagram expert and insightful Christian counselor, Ian Cron. I know that I, for one, can think of no better way to start my renewed path toward self-improvement in 2019 than with taking an honest inventory of my growing edges through this guided self-reflection. Yes, I resolve to honor my treasured relationships this year by rolling up my sleeves and putting in the intentional time for personal work to be my most loving, present, encouraging, steadfast self.

Won’t you join me? After all, we are all in this holy work together.

A Note from Josh – College & Center Newsletters, January 2019

When I was a child, my grandmother had the VHS movie at her house, We’re Back: A Dinosaur’s Story. To my delight, the movie has made its way to Netflix! The movie is about a scientist, Captain Neweyes, who feeds the dinosaurs “brain grain” turning them into smart, fun-loving dinosaurs, with the purpose of going to the Museum of Natural History so that children in the modern era can enjoy their presence. But he warns the dinosaurs to avoid his brother, Screweyes, a mad scientist who wants to control dinosaurs for his circus. Of course, the conflict of the story is that Screweyes gets ahold of the dinosaurs and turns them back into their unintelligent, scary dinosaur selves. However, in their trek to find the museum the dinosaurs have befriended a few children who try to rescue the dinosaurs from ol’ Screweyes. When one boy, Buster, shows up at the circus and sees Rex, the Tyrannosaurus Rex, in his beast like state, it makes him sad. He knows that Rex is not like this, that Rex can be good. So, despite the danger, he walks up to Rex and gives him a hug, and he says, “Come on Rex, don’t be like this. Rex means king. Be a king, Rex.” He pleads with him, “Don’t be like this. Don’t be another slob ruining the way the world could be.”

I don’t know what your 2018 was like, but my hope and my prayer for the FPC community is that we not be a bunch of slobs, ruining the way the world could be. To put a positive spin on Buster’s words, in 2019, may we be kings and queens, heirs to the grace of God, who participate in God’s Kingdom come on earth, as it is in heaven, Amen? Amen.

A Note from Josh – College & Center Newsletters December 2018

Can you imagine being Mary, the mother of Jesus, pregnant with the Son of God? how in the world did she bear waiting on God to be born?! During the season of advent we talk a lot about waiting. Advent is the season before Christmas, where we intentionally acknowledge our waiting for Jesus to come. We light candles, sing songs, and pray our prayers that acknowledge we are in  a waiting place. Theodor Seuss Geisel, also known as Doctor Seuss, wrote a book called, Oh the Places You’ll Go!, in which he writes about a journey to and through “the waiting place”. Seuss writes, “You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break necking pace, and grind on for miles across weridish wild space. Headed I fear for a most useless place . . . the waiting place.” Seuss characterizes the waiting place with people who consistently lack action. And isn’t he right? Don’t we tend to view waiting as useless because it seems that we attache waiting with a lack of action?

Becca Messman, a Presbyterian minister from Virginia, rewrote Seuss’s words to go something like this:

In the pews every week, there are people waiting . . . 

waiting for the service to end or the organ to start,

for a clearer path or a healed heart, 

for the doctor to call or snow to snow,

waiting around for a yes or a no,

for a better job or their future wife,

for a bigger house or a calmer life

for the boss to decide or for giving to spike,

for a Santa to bring a shiny new bike,

for the contract to end or the package to come,

for the big birthday party or to stop feeling numb,

for a tooth to fall out or the other shoe to drop,

for a weekend with girls to getaway and shop,

for the email to come or for roots to show,

for the trip to St. Louis or the kids to grow,

for the pastor to leave or the next review,

for the phone to ring from their stepson Lou,

for the end of the month or to say “I do.”

Everyone is waiting so we do what we do.

We tap our foot, we clean the house,

We finally fix the computer mouse,

We keep hitting ‘refresh’ or changing the channel,

We change out the pictures on the living room mantel,

We tend flocks by night, or follow a star,

We all feel a tug, wherever we are.

The one who is coming will not be delayed, 

And he told us to remember and not be afraid.

So we sing and pray and light candles in hope,

And wait a bit longer than the end of our rope.

The day will come and is already here,

When all people together, the far and the near,

Will join in the song that is ancient and new,

And love will be born

This action in which our hope is anchored is not our action, but the action of a God that birth’s love in this world in the midst of a gestation waiting place. May we wait this season as Mary did, in pregnant expectation of God’s action in our midst. Amen? Amen. 

A Note from Jessie – Covenant Newsletter December 2018

How do you feel about poetry?

Love it? Avoid it? If you are like my mother, perhaps you vaguely appreciate that poetry exists but do not often engage with poems because they seem (in her words) “like confounding and unsolvable puzzles”. To me, however, meaningful poetry is not a question to be answered, but rather an experience of beauty and truth. Here is an excerpt from a poem by Leah Naomi Green I happened upon the other day that took my breath away and strangely enough reminded me . . . of Advent:

I pick [my daughter] up – the miracle
of her lungs that grew inside of me,
kept long dark – her working heart
let out into the rounder world,
the more extravagant feast.”

I read and reread those lines. And then I read them again. How utterly amazing to stop and consider that each one of us started our physical journey in an enveloping, mysterious darkness before entering an overwhelming world full of sound and brightness, heartache and exhilaration, confusion and love. What an astonishing rite of passage from dark to light that marks every human being’s first interaction in life.

As winter approaches, the sun sets earlier than seems reasonably possible, and the cold night spreads over our rooftops long before supper. We find ourselves surrounded by darkness. And sometimes that darkness can creep into the corners of our psyche this time of year, can’t it? The holidays are meant to bring joy for the masses, yet for countless others, the sting of missing loved ones or the chaos of managing packed schedules or the anxiety over downright scarcity may cause many to feel distinctly alone, treading water in the darkness.

But tucked within Green’s poem is a beautiful suggestion: those arduous periods of shadowy uncertainty are the fertile soil for miraculous growth. And if this is true, then waiting in the darkness invites us into an audacious hope. Together.

Poet and critic, Allison Seay, also notes a particular connection between Green’s poetic imagery and the Advent season:

“This is the season where we tell each other [Christ’s] narrative over and again, where we make a manger of our hearts and prepare for joy, for divine birth, for peace, for comprehension, for salvation and unity and hope beyond all measure.”

Comparing our hearts to willing mangers strikes me as profound. There is a poignant ring of truth to the idea that our hearts can be as messy as piles of hay in dimly lit cattle stalls; yet when we prayerfully open our hearts to the wondrous miracle of Christ’s birth, oh, what a flood rushes in!

Let us open our hearts to each other this season, too. Let us pour out grace and compassion upon the heads of those around us. Let us honor the vulnerable infants each of us once was by handling each other lightly and with care. Let us encourage each other that the days for waiting in confounding darkness are numbered. Now is the time to pull each other a bit closer, be even more generous with our hugs and our time, and to pray for each other a little more fervently.

And as we sing out another poetic verse this time of year, the heart-piercingly beautiful lines written by the 19th century French poet, Placide Cappeau, we realize that we are indeed not alone in the darkness. Indeed, we are all together in the dark human struggle that Advent presents, and we will also be together in the dazzling light and delightful relief of Christmas morning that God promises to every last one of us:

Long lay the world in sin and error pining!
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!

A Note from Josh – College & Center Newsletters, November 2018

My daughter just turned one, which means she has been crawling and even recently took her first steps! In the midst of her new found mobility, my three year old son loves to tell her what she isn’t allowed to touch, play with, or even go near. We have to continually remind him, “Jameson, she is just exploring. She is allowed to explore.”

Rob Bell writes in his book, What We Talk About WHen We Talk About God, “…there is a growing sense among a growing number of people that when it comes to God, we’re at the end of one era and the start of another, an entire mode of understanding and talking about God is dying as something new is being birthed.” I work with young people, and I have had a front row seat to this growing sense in a growing number of people. I have witnessed people’s desire to explore.

So, what are we talking about when we talk about God? For some, someone told them about God, Jesus, and the Christian faith when they were young, like maybe three or four years old, and the expectation is that they were supposed to keep talking about God the same exact way for the rest of their life. It is as if we invite people to explore God on a reservation, ignoring the outside world. Is that really exploring?

It seems as though people are tired of exploring God on a reservation, that is to say, with unnecessary boundaries of what they can ask, who they can read, and the language they may begin to use. Now, to be certain, I don’t think that means people are tired of talking about God. I believe people are hungry to talk about the God they grew up praying to, singing to, and serving in the name of. When I tell people I am a pastor, more often than not, I am gifted with the person’s faith story. They grew up in church. They went on a mission trip. Something happened. The church may have failed them, or maybe something far less dramatic, like college, or a nine to five job or a couple of children. Ultimately, I hear them saying, “I grew up, and the reservation felt small, and inauthentic to life, so I decided to wander elsewhere.”

It may be problematic for you if you are talking about God the same way you were when you were four. Perhaps you may use the same words, or the same sentiment, but maybe in order to capture the love, hope, resurrection and life of Jesus, whatever it is that you can’t seem to let go of, or won’t seem to let go of you, you need to talk about God differently. That is okay.

Of course, none of this is to say that children are talking about God incorrectly, and afterall, Matthew quotes Jesus saying, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” But I want to say, some of us need to explore. After all, despite what my son may say to his sister, we are allowed to explore.



A Note From Jessie – Covenant Newsletter, November 2018

Am I imagining things, or is Mr. Rogers everywhere these days? With last summer’s release of the new documentary Won’t You Be My Neighbor?, it seems that Mr. Rogers name, show, and catch phrases have been pulsing through our church, bubbling over in pop culture, and even turning up in casual conversation left and right. Just last weekend when I was attending a beautiful “Friendsgiving” event that my wonderfully gracious friends host each year before Thanksgiving, I surprisingly encountered more than one conversation about … you guessed it … Fred Rogers. Was it the spirit of neighborliness that evoked his name that night? Whatever the reason, it made me pause to wonder: have we all been quietly craving the resurgence of this unlikely hero – lo these many years – without even knowing it?

In stark juxtaposition to that dreamy evening with friends, on the morning after our most recent midterm elections, I awoke with a deep sense of unease. Regardless of where one stands on the political spectrum, it is universally unsettling to see our beloved country divided. It can feel helpless – too many conflicting perspectives of well-meaning people who simply do not (cannot? will not?) see eye to eye. And as I prayed over my morning coffee, preparing myself to face the morning hustle, I’ll give you one more guess as to what reassuring image rose into my mind’s eye. Yep. Fred Rogers.

Specifically, a smalls cene from his documentary appeared in my brain as if suddenly projected from an unseen source. If you’ve seen the movie, you will remember it. An austere-looking Senator John Pastore gazes dismissively down at a timid Rogers in the midst of a Senate subcommittee hearing. the issue revolves around governmental funding for public television programming; and from the moment the scene begins, it is abundantly clear that the two men are viewing the issue at hand through two very different lenses. In fact, at first glance, it seems that these two men might view the entire world from entirely different planets. While Pastore is all grit and austerity, Rogers is pure meekness (my heart nearly leaps out of my chest in empathy for that gentle underdog as I recall this scene.) But then something magical happens. Instead of cowering, Fred Rogers calmly begins to share the mission of his work. He earnestly explains that every child deserves to be treated with dignity and love, and that his life’s goal is for each child to receive the grounding affirmation of his or her inherent worth. Because we know that Rogers was a Presbyterian minister,we understand that these statements come from his unshakable belief that God created each human being as a unique gift to the world. And by naming this truth as he kindly peers into the Senator’s eyes (as if speaking straight to the heart of the old man’s long lost inner child), Fred Rogers strikes a chord that visibly melts the Senator’s stern exterior until he emotionally exclaims, “Looks like you just earned the twenty million dollars!”

How did that happen? Mr. Rogers did not raise his voice or point any fingers or even hint at disrespect. No, if we take a look at Rogers’ words, it is plain to see his Christ-like love and values at play:

“This is what I give. I give an expression of care every day to each child, to help him realize that he is unique. I end the program by saying, ‘You;ve made this day a special day, by just your being you. There is no person in the whole world like you, and I like you just the way you are.'”

What if we spoke to each other like this? What if we looked into each other’s eyes and sought the little child who lives within? What if we practiced humility in the face of opposition, leading the way to more honest communication and understanding? Perhaps it could start in our own homes, in our very own neighborhoods. Yes, I am grateful indeed that Fred Rogers has resurfaced in our lives. Now if only we could turn the kindness and gentleness of his “Land of Make Believe” into a living, breathing reality of today. Perhaps a good place to start is by viewing each other as a neighbor, as a child, and as a friend.

A Note from Jessie – Covenant Newsletter, October 2018

Have you ever had a pen pal?

I’ll never forget learning about this thrilling prospect of “pen pal” when I was in the 6th grade. My French teacher, Mrs. Wiltshire, announced one afternoon that she had signed up every member of our class for an international pen pal program. The next morning, she passed around a large manilla envelope so that my classmates and I could pluck out random cards containing names and addresses of Western European students who had also signed up for the program. And that was that. Voila! Suddenly I had a new letter-writing friend named Cara who lived in Germany and kept pet gerbils and lived with her grandmother and seemed to have a certain affinity for coins. I remember the twin feelings of anticipation and exhilaration associated with this year of my life: the anticipation as I attached a fancy overseas stamp and set my letter free to travel (unfathomably) over the Atlantic Ocean to a part of the world I had not yet been, and the exhilaration of receiving back an interestingly colored envelope with cursive lettering (that in and of itself looked other-worldly) and contained a small peek into a stranger’s life abroad. Cara and I kept in touch for that year I was in Mrs. Wiltshire’s French class, sharing all sorts of tidbits about our days, our schools, and often including photographs that we paid to develop and print for each other. We were curious about each other and perhaps more than a little intrigued to think of our own lives as exotic when viewed through the lens of another’s perspective. I now wonder who sent the last letter to whom, as our devotion to letter-writing faded away with the tide of a new summer.

Pen pals have been on my mind lately because I reckon that is what Doug Tilton, a Presbyterian missionary who serves churches across southern Africa, has been to me for the past two years. When I joined the Presbyterian Women’s Circle 4 in the fall of 2016, a similar moment occurred that swept me right back to Mrs. Wiltshire’s class. After I agreed to be our Circle’s “Foreign Missionary Liason” (which I learned simply meant sending an encouraging email once a month to check in and ask for prayer requests), our wonderful Circle leaders handed me a folder full of several missionaries’ info-cards. Doug Tilton’s caught my eye with this line: “Wherever I go, I am often surprised and profoundly moved by the ways in which God works through the mutual recognition, affirmation, and encouragement shared among brothers and sisters in faith from different parts of the world.” What a beautiful sentiment. When we make connections with people who live on the other side of the planet from us, we celebrate the ways we are gloriously different yet miraculously connected as a global family. Since that day in 2016 when God nudged me toward Doug, we have kept in frequent contact with each other, sharing humorous anecdotes from our days as well as heavy-hearted requests for prayer.

The ease of internet communication has quelled some of that wondrous anticipation and exhilaration from the letter-writing days of yore, but I am as amazed as ever at the sheer magnitude of this awe-inspiring world we share. God is so much bigger and grander and more mysterious than I can conceive, and somehow communicating with Doug has sublimely reminded me of this. Inevitably, we all can become too bothered by the small details of our daily grind. Isn’t it refreshing, then, to untangle ourselves from narrow-minded pettiness with the reminder that our world is VAST and VARIED beyond our wildest dreams? And moreover, what a much needed reminder that God’s love is infinitely BIGGER than the problems lingering on our to do lists.

This week, my South African missionary pen pal came to Nashville for a visit. Doug is in the States visiting family and serving several churches sprinkled throughout the country, and he asked if we might like to have him “swing through Nashville for a visit.” It has been surreal to meet him in person, see him wearing the Nashville shirt that our Circle included in his care package last year, and hear first hand about his travels. What a gift. If you were fortunate enough to meet Doug on his visit and ask him about his life’s passion, he may have told you that it is “exploring ways of working together and building the capacity of the global church to bear witness to the good news of Christ’s redeeming love for ALL humanity.”

Doug has reminded us to take a step back to gain a greater view, to adjust our eyes to the bigger picture, and relearn that each of our missions in this grand world is to love God and love each other well. Amen.


A Note from Josh – College & Center Newsletters, October 2018

In the past, our country solely relied on the justice system to convict people of their crimes. Now, we have another force at work. Now, we can lean upon the media to convict people. In some ways, this has worked against our nation. People have made accusations that are unsubstantiated and simply unprovable. People’s lives have been ruined by claims that may or may not be true. That is an issue. Seemingly, the media and the masses aren’t concerned with the truth, only the effect a claim may have on any given situation.  The justice system isn’t any better at times. We have observed our justice system consistently fail to convict those that have committed substantiated and provable crimes. Bill Cosby may only serve three years in prison for sexually assaulting 60 women. That is an issue.

People have responded to the current climate of our culture in all kinds of ways. Some refuse to believe anything that media reports. That is an issue. Some have accepted everything the media reports. That is an issue. Others have found themselves in a rather unsatisfying place of simply not knowing who to believe, or what to accept as truth. Likely, most of us find ourselves in the third category. What is a faithful response/posture in the third category?

This month First Pres. Nashville is going to begin a study, through communities of belonging, on the Six Great Ends of the Church. We will study, as a faith community, what we believe are the ultimate purposes of the church. One of the ends is the, “Preservation of Truth.”  I don’t have a pretty answer for how we interact with all of this at this point in time. I trust Truth in this setting will help me. Whatever you believe, however you make decisions, don’t do it absent of your faith in Jesus, in a faith community. Wherever we land, we can’t get there alone, and we shouldn’t get there without Jesus. If you want to be part of this conversation in our community, let me know.



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