Category: Family Life

  • Then there are times when he gets it right.

    Pastor Matt Brown, of Sandals Church, has recently gotten in trouble for saying some seriously stupid and very hurtful things. I’m not here to try and convince you what he said wasn’t stupid. He knows what he said was stupid. He feels it to his core and has expressed deep remorse.

    The reason I feel compelled to write is not to defend Sandals Church. It isn’t to ‘correct’ those who called Matt out for saying what he said. I feel compelled to write because I have known Matt for over a decade. I know that for every time he has gotten in trouble for saying stupid things from the pulpit, there are hundreds of times he has touched someone’s life with positive messages and conversations. My life included.

    The most recent conversation, I haven’t shared on this blog before. It happened in November. Paul and I had recently returned home from living in Germany for 10 months. We were wounded, exhausted, and pretty gun shy when it came to communities of faith. The reality of Christian life is no church is perfect. Paul and I had been wounded by certain events at Sandals, and wounded by certain things which happened in the community we were a part of in Germany. On top of everything, our homecoming was a really difficult transition, especially for me. I felt overwhelmed and frustrated with God. I was trying to process why it was so difficult to live out my faith within the context of community. So when Paul and I happened to run into Matt at Sports Authority and he invited us to lunch, I was terrified of what would transpire.

    What Matt didn’t know at the time, was that because of my own personal issues and some of the events which happened at various churches throughout my life, I was held captive by a lie. Within the context of church, I believed I was only loved if I was useful. This lie had suffocated me for a long time. It robbed me of joy. It tainted my relationships within the church because I was exhausted with trying to earn my place. So when Paul, Matt and I met for lunch, I was apprehensive of once again being asked to be useful or having my heart demanded of me.

    You can imagine my surprise when, through our entire conversation, Matt didn’t make a single request of me. Instead, he shared a message which God had put on his heart and was exactly what I needed to hear at that moment. He shared about he had known Paul and I for a long time, and how much he missed seeing joy in our lives. He shared that most trips abroad were difficult and did not end well, so there was nothing we should have been ashamed of. Most importantly, he shared that he didn’t know which church we were attending at the time and he didn’t care. He wanted us to know he loved us and would be willing to walk alongside us if we needed him to.

    I liken the conversation to having a cancerous tumor removed. It was an intensely painful conversation. Quiet tears fell from my eyes through most of our time together. Yet, so much healing has come from that day. I finally felt freed from having to prove myself at church. That conversation, and the words which Matt spoke, are a marker for me in my journey to restoration. I would not be experiencing the jubilee which I now have if he had not reached out.

    I am not sharing this story to try and take away the impact of Matt’s words on the LGBT community. It was an offensive joke, and said unthinkingly. What I am trying to do, is to show you a different side of Matt. I hope to shift your perspective a little, because the truth is, my story is not unique. I know there are hundreds of lives which have been positively affected through Matt’s sermons and private conversations with him. This part of him isn’t captured in the edited three minute video which has been shown to the world as evidence of another hateful minister. If you would like to know what Matt is really about, I would encourage you to watch some of the other hundreds of videos of his preaching. I would also encourage you to remember that like the rest of us, one of Matt’s greatest gifts is also his greatest weakness.

    Continuing the adventure,

    Jess

  • Conversations

    This last year has just been full of really hard situations, relationships and experiences for me.

    It just has.

    The other day I was talking through some of these things with my dad.

    Dad: I just hope that through all of this you have found some lesson to make it worthwhile.

    Jess: Maybe the lesson wasn’t from the experiences. Maybe the lesson is now.

    So I am still learning. I am still growing.

    Mostly, I’m still hanging on for dear life.

    Ich bin die Magd des Herrn.

  • Warum ich kann ihr nicht lassen.

    Es gibt vier Monate seit meine Oma gestörben war. Die ist komisch, die ist in der Nähe von verruckt, wie meine Leben weiter geht trötz die große Teil, die verlören ist. Leute sagen mir dass eines Tages die Schmerz kleine sein wird. Glaube ich ihm nicht. Hier schreibe ich meine Begründung warum ich ihr nicht lassen kann.

    Wenn ich stehe jeder Morgen auf, sehe ich ihre Bild auf meinem Kuhlschrank. Ich wasche meinen Kleidung und ich fand ein T-Shirt, sie es mir gekauft hat. In jedes Zimmer gibt es eine Erinnerung von ihr. Oder eine Geschank. Oder eine Bilde. Oder eine Breif. Eine Geburtstagekarte. Jeder Tag muss ich ihre Geist treffen.

    Wie kann man so große Teil ihres Lebenes lassen? Ich kann nicht. Jetzt frage ich, wie kann man mit einem Geist weiter leben?

  • Charity

    My life has been a lot about me lately. Thats a funny sentence to write on a Blog that is all about me. Especially since I haven’t Blogged in awhile. A contradictory little circle isn’t it?

    The point is that I needed to do something that would help others. Here are my two acts of charity.

    First, I painted a picture for a friend of mine from work. He is having a fundraiser casino night/silent auction in order to raise money for AIDS research. This is a topic that is pretty close to my heart. Here’s a pic of the painting and the explanation that I gave him. You can click on the picture for a better view.

    AIDS in my lifeI offer to you this painting as a visual representation of my own loss in this confusing and strange battle against the AIDS epidemic. My uncle was killed December 1st, 1994 by the disease. I was 10 years old at the time and I remember with distinction the confusion and hurt that shrouded his death as I tried to understand this strange disease that ate away slowly at his mind and body. This painting is my tribute to his memory and a reminder of the urgency of finding a cure least more suffer, both as victims and survivors, to the AIDS epidemic.

    My second act of charity was to benefit the cancer kids. I chopped off my hair and donated 12 inches to Locks of Love. Here are the pics:

  • Remembering

    The following is a Blog entry that I wrote in August while visiting my grandmother in Germany. Paul and I went for three and a half weeks despite it being a financially unwise decision.

    “Get up Jessica”

    “What?”

    “Come on. Lets go for a walk”

    “But its so early”

    “I know, lets go, I want to walk with you for a bit”

    “But Ill wake Paul, and its cold, the bed is nice and warm”

    “Come on Jessica, get up, I want to spend some time with you”

    I fumbled out of bed. I kissed Paul and told him I was going for walk hoping only that he would understand even when I didnt.

    “Where are we going?

    “Ill show you”

    “Why are we going uphill? Its so early”

    “Im taking you to the wild. This way.”

    “I dont know that path”

    “Will you take it anyway?”

    “Where does it lead?”

    “To the place I will show you. To the wild, the place where we can be together.”

    “How far are we going?”

    “Does it matter? We are together, thats all I want.”

    I sat down in the midst of the bramble, my view blocked from all sides. I was in seclusion but I wasnt alone.

    “Do you know why I brought you here?”

    “Because its beautiful.”

    “Here is where I can speak to you; this place is special to you and me. In the wild. Ever since you were a little girl Ive met you here. I heard you cry when you thought you were alone. I watched you laugh as you danced through the wonders Ive made. I want you to know that I brought you here. Stop questioning if you did the right thing by coming, you were answering my call. Remember that this place is special to you and me. Remember when I brought you here.”

    “Yes Lord”

    I know I sound crazy, but this is the walk I had with the Lord this morning. I had been struggling with coming to Germany this year. Financially coming to Germany was probably one of the stupidest decisions Paul and I could have made. Even as I boarded the plane, as we landed in Frankfurt, and yesterday night as we walked through the city, I have been struggling with whether or not I was being obedient and a faithful steward or a selfish girl. This morning God gave me the answerand next to salvation it is the best gift he has given me: the knowledge that right now in this moment I am right where I am suppose to be.

    I took a stone home to help me remember the day the Lord took me into the Wild.

    Now as I look back, I see there was purpose in this trip. I don’t understand why God decided that now was when he wanted my grandmother back. I don’t know why….I don’t know the whys to a lot of questions I have right now, but I do not that God intended for me to have that time with her, and He needed to get me out of the way so that I could enjoy it.

  • The Legacy She Left Behind.

    These past two weeks have been emotional and physically crazy. As I have been absorbing and processing my grandmothers death I have hit highs that I didn’t think possible while in mourning, and have found myself surprised with lows I didn’t know could exist. As I go through this somersault of emotions all I can do is stand in awe of the amazing women my grandmother was.

    She was a women of strength who raised a daughter on her own, loved her family from across an ocean and lived for laughter. She traveled most of the world laughing at danger of the middle east to travel to Egypt and flying my family out to lay on the beaches of Hawaii. As I listen to my family talk about my grandmother and process through their grief I find each of their perspectives amazing.

    Someone talked about what a bright flame her life was and as we sat in shock huddled together in bed the night we heard the news we realized that it was the only way she could go. There is no way to dim a light like hers but to blow it out quick. As we recalled her life the past few years we realized that with the amount of traveling that she had done it was more likely that she would have passed away on vacation then at home just because of the amount of time she was away.

    I think about the lessons that she taught me and I think the biggest one is the one she lived. She treated each day brand new. I think that she had very little emotional baggage, not because she didn’t have experiences that merited it but because she refused to carry it around. She also lived each day as a great adventure. I am so privileged to have had a grandmother like her.

    I just wonder if I can carry the legacy on.

  • We will miss you.

    Erica Martini
    We will miss you. The light in your eyes will live on always.

    Grandma Erica

    Jess and Grandma