After Illness J. Marshall Jenkins Recovered, more or less, still a bit tired, remembering the illness, the drain, dis-ease, grayness darkening, hope dimming, restless rest, wondering now how it came, how to fend it off better next time. Meanwhile, it takes perhaps a...
A Listener’s Prayer J. Marshall Jenkins My Lord God, With a holy heart broken for me, you heal me by breaking my heart for others. Another child of yours sits before me. With the mind of Christ, I put myself aside. We pan this child’s words until we find gold, a...
Searching for Something Eternal for Wanda, on our J. Marshall Jenkins 8th wedding anniversary Just a moment while we check out our home surroundings for something eternal. Consider the clear plastic bird feeder full of...
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,...