southern greek chorus…

By John Blase | May 28, 2012 |

Jess claims she’s finally found her identity completely in Christ

which sounds oh so spiritual but in reality is just true enough to

keep her in trouble, at least that’s how we see it. We know her

identity comes just as much from the fact she grew up Baptist

in the days of revival evangelists crying and pleading ‘o sinner

come home, so she did – multiple times, not to mention the fact

her daddy ran off when she was fourteen with a woman half

his age, plus the fact Jess up and married Morgan the day after

May graduation and mercy by Christmas she’d given birth to an

olive skinned daughter named Lucchese, named after the brand

of boots her daddy wore when he lived in the same house as Jess,

in the time of her life she remembers as being nothing but happy.

Dear lord she got saved again the other night and declared she’s

forgetting all that history because scripture clearly says it is what

lies behind. But we bet Jess has her fingers crossed in her pockets

hoping if Jesus really saved her this time then maybe she won’t

cry so much during the day and maybe she can be the kind of wife

Morgan won’t ever leave and maybe she won’t resent Lucchese for

being so needy because god knows not a lick of this is her little girl’s

fault but rather the drama of the family and faith she was born to.

Jess, bless her heart, may never work this out. But there’s hope for

that little girl, a chance she’ll become where she’s from because sure

she came from Jesus but she’s also from those people and this place

and that’s just the way it is. At least that’s how it looks from over here.