tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42806940865691482042024-03-13T15:44:39.283-04:00The StrandJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-30476568355769066712013-05-17T17:05:00.000-04:002013-05-17T17:05:15.371-04:00Where God Has Curly Hair, Wears Running Shorts, Loves Tea & Oreos, and Knows That We Need More Beer & Men
A portrait - Coffee, Tea, and Sisterhood
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From The
Four Quartets , T.S. Eliot
East Coker III
O dark dark
dark. They all go into the dark,
...
And cold the
sense and lost the motiveJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-26554937625629716232013-05-13T19:40:00.000-04:002013-05-14T14:02:31.527-04:00Where I Abide in the Vine
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Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-50743321848318520282013-04-28T20:12:00.003-04:002013-04-29T12:09:18.299-04:00Where God is in The Tent <!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-68423596078710391352013-04-04T22:09:00.001-04:002013-04-04T22:43:56.019-04:00Where I Take Communion 5 Times Before Friday
I.
"A desire for communion has been part of you since you were born. The pain of separation...you continue to experience, now, reveals to you this deep hunger. All of your life you have searched for a communion that would break your fear of death. This desire is sincere. Don't look on it as an expression of your neediness or symptom of your neurosis. It comes from God and is part of your Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-6089525648971773662013-03-29T04:11:00.001-04:002013-03-29T12:58:30.413-04:0040 Day Bare Face: Day 37 - Wounded and ScarredWhen You came back, Jesus, they recognized You by the marks. Those of us who didn’t believe it’s You knew it was when You the held up Your hands, and when You turned around and revealed the lattice pane of lacerations on Your back.
The thing is, You had wounds that made scars long before the studded whips went to work on Your body. Maybe Your deepest wounds didn’t come from the side-piercing Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-19414136194365951552013-03-28T03:47:00.001-04:002013-03-28T11:19:55.650-04:0040-Day Bare Face: Day 36 - Beautiful"The most beautiful makeup of a woman is passion. But cosmetics are easier to
buy." - Yves Saint Laurent
Holy Week. Wednesday.
Matthew 26:6-13, Mark 14, John 12
I can hear Martha telling Mary to take the figs and honey out to the table and come back with the empty plates.
I can see the anguish on Mary's face when she returns and puts the plates in the sink. Tears Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-73225311962723485812013-03-25T15:55:00.000-04:002013-03-26T16:47:28.372-04:0040-Day Bare Face: Day 34 - Loosed<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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I don't really get what we're celebrating, really, or why we're following the example of the people who didn't get it. As we read the account of Jesus' entry into Jerusalem, we see that the people waving palm branches and singing to celebrate Jesus' coming had no clue what they were actually cheering for.
Those people, that day, understood nothing but Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-63840675022318958992013-03-18T22:37:00.003-04:002013-03-19T14:29:42.455-04:0040-Day Bare Face: Day 30 - Barer Still <!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-56381268220027753692013-03-18T14:44:00.002-04:002013-03-19T14:29:42.451-04:0040 Day Bare Face: Day 31- March Madness
My Lenten contemplation is in serious jeopardy.
I am getting a lot of weird looks today. And it's not because I have a bare face.
It's because I've been running around all morning evangelizing NCAA basketball and handing out March madness brackets like they're copies of The Watchtower.
This is my favorite time of year.
And if you know me in any other sport in any Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-25329398366953864422013-03-14T20:46:00.002-04:002013-03-19T14:29:42.442-04:0040-Day Bare Face: Day 29 - Unfiltered
I am a master of special effects.
Until you see it, you wouldn't believe what I can accomplish with tricks and tools in my makeup bag.
I've been lamenting the loss of the pretty things, like the mascara and red lipstick, but there's one daily monster that comes with a bare face. I have to work pretty hard to keep it from eating me a live.
Without makeup, there's no editing. No Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-39340303921452480032013-03-12T22:39:00.002-04:002013-03-19T14:29:42.446-04:0040-day Bare Face: Day 27 - Real
You’d think that knocking makeup out of my routine would help me get out the door a lot faster.
I thought so anyway.
Nope.
I still flew out the door 12 minutes late, shoes in hand, coffee spilling everywhere.
It turns out more than makeup separates my pajama self from my public
self.
It's not that my pajama self is anything to be ashamed of.
Trust me: I rock my Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-31561903543833082162013-03-01T17:40:00.000-05:002013-03-19T14:29:42.443-04:0040-day Bare Face - Day 16: MirroredI'm getting used to it, I think.
A little bit.
I'm getting used to the bare face. It's been two weeks, and I'm no longer startled by my reflection. I've adjusted my morning routine to include more coffee and reading, two things I love just as much as red lipstick.
I'll concede it's made my day less complicated. I didn't really think about how many little checks and fixes it takes to keep Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-52600674097693836192013-03-01T01:58:00.002-05:002013-03-19T14:29:42.449-04:0040- Day Bare Face: Day 15 - Love & Words
Last night, I had dinner with an incredible family. It was a feast for my weary heart. I laughed with little kids, talked about books, philosophy, and family. I watched that beautiful family at work in ministry to each other and to me. I heard stories about being a Christian in the 60s and 70s here in San Francisco and what it meant to minister in the counter-culture. I needed the reminderJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-43495592342472590222013-02-27T14:09:00.000-05:002013-03-19T14:29:42.447-04:0040-Day Bare Face: Day 13 - Waterlogged<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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It's spring time, which means I crave Emerson and Thoreau. I read all or part of Walden about this time every year, which prompts me to check in with an Emerson reader I've had since college. I have a friend who's responsible for starting this in me 5 years ago, but now the ritual has become an important part of my yearly calendar.
I have also spent the last year examining prayer and worship Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-12229316197049847352013-02-26T02:27:00.000-05:002013-03-19T14:29:42.437-04:0040-day Bare Face: Day 10 - UnflinchingWhen I hear "Women's Ministry", I check out. Stop listening. Decide immediately that whatever comes next won't apply to me. So when I was asked to staff a recruiting booth for work at a conference, I was less than thrilled. It wasn't just because it required a Saturday after a 5-day workweek. I did everything I could to get out of it, especially because it required cancelling plans.
Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-84331653207113674932013-02-25T23:44:00.000-05:002013-03-19T14:29:42.457-04:0040-day Bare Face: Day 9 - Colorful Confession: I have worn red socks 7 out of the last nine days. I even did laundry just so I would have red socks clean. I didn't realize I was doing this, until I found myself rooting in my sock drawer for another pair as an answer to today's make-up drawer bypass. When I had to put my socks down on the counter to open the toothpaste, I realized I had done that. I had been doing that all week as Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-54419944416048795182013-02-22T02:09:00.000-05:002013-03-19T14:29:42.450-04:0040-Day Bare Face: Day 8 - Marked I read someone else's Ash Wednesday post from last week today, finally winding my way down to that part of my feed. These lines struck me:
"These ashes are a sign.
A sign, like baptism, that it is time to go into the desert.
Come what may.
Come what may."
I didn't get to go to an Ash Wednesday service this year, but I did, on that day, have a significant meeting. I confessed Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-2036063591046488842013-02-20T12:29:00.002-05:002013-03-19T14:29:42.440-04:0040-Day Bare Face: Day 7 - Hallowed<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-5669990146892609362013-02-18T17:44:00.000-05:002013-02-18T17:46:07.318-05:00Around & aboutIt's president's day. And if you're one of those people (like me) stuck at work when the rest of your people are presidentially enjoying their day off, you might want for something to read.
If you are bumming around today, read these. It's a good way to spend some time off.
It turns out the Vatican was also contemplating Amy Winehouse.
Jason Morehead asks great questions about The PersecutionJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-32478305380322626652013-02-18T15:32:00.000-05:002013-03-19T14:29:42.445-04:0040-Day Bare Face: Day 5 - Liturgy & Lipstick<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280694086569148204.post-63147492880494133102013-02-16T19:02:00.000-05:002013-03-19T14:29:42.453-04:0040-day Bare Face: Day 4 - ReflectedI have to go meet a friend in 25 minutes. I showered this morning, but as I'm finishing my coffee I remember I "still haven't put my makeup on." At the 25 minute mark, it's time to put on my face, find my shoes, put my purse together and make my feeble attempt to get out the door on time.
But, in fact, I already have my "face" on. And this isn't the first time in the last couple days whereJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06064389445760920579noreply@blogger.com0