Welcome to this space where I explore the theology of place.
Jerusalem Jackson Greer really is my name, but I cannot take any credit for it. The first part is from my mother, Tanya Beverly Jackson, her whimsical ways, and the line of oddly name women we descend from. The second part is from my father, Johnny Joe Jackson Jr, and together we come from a family full of preachers. The final bit comes from my husband Nathaniel Wayne Greer, whom I choose, and whose name I choose to throw in with all the rest for good measure. Like my name, I am made up of many different parts- some by birth, some by choice, none of which happened in a vacuum,- all part of my story.
Professionally I am an author, a member of Presiding Bishop of The Episcopal Church’s staff, a preacher, teacher, and speaker. Ministry is in my blood and my soul, I love both church work and the Work of the Church. For press/media interviews, please visit this page.
I like to host large gatherings, sleep under heavy blankets, talk to chickens, heal goats, re-arrange the furniture, take road trips with my boys, and read until I fall asleep book in hand. I am addicted to British and Nordic mysteries, prefer singing with a twang at the top of my lungs, and have a strong affection for coffee and Cosmos (not together, however.)
I am part southern gal, part pilgrim.
I am a liturgical convert.
I love Jesus.
I trust the Holy Spirit.
My vocation lies in living, exploring, and sharing about the Christian theology of place and the Good News of belonging through gathering, agrarian, liturgical and formation ministries.
I believe that Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not envy. Love does not boast. Love is not proud. Love does not dishonor others. Love is not self-seeking. Love is not easily angered. Love keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.I believe that anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is selling something.
This little online space is the ultimate catch-all of my life. Part family scrapbook, part diary, part to-do list, part recipe box, part coffee chat, part gallery, part shitty-first-drafts, part confessional, part garden journal.
It is a record of my beautimess attempts at living a sacramental baptized life – a life that is filled with the finding, the celebrating, and the looking for all the visible outward signs of inward spiritual graces – especially in the garden or around the table.
Dinner parties filled with redemption, garden patches planted with hope, thrifted furniture rescued, mothering mistakes soaked in grace, Good News, and liturgical shenanigans. All these things make up an expression of place – an expression firmly rooted in the goodness of God.
These are the things I blog about, will keep blogging about as long as a I can – imperfectly, erratically, lovingly.