Louisville Fellows Monthly Blog Posts

By Margaret Brunner

Although it’s not officially on my job description, my current job at the Parklands as an Interpretive Ranger involves creation care. I am not sure if creation care stirs up any specific thoughts for you, but maybe words like environmentalism or sustainability do. Perhaps they invoke a sort of passion. But I would ask you, “By what is this passion driven?” Is it tied to politics, public commentary, or attempts to discern if you are “one of them”?  If these are the thoughts that come up for you, I would urge you to dig deeper.

If you are a regular attendee/member of St. Francis in the Fields, perhaps you have heard some talks on creation care, as it is associated with St. Francis himself. But notice this: this man of the twelfth century loved creation deeply enough that he would surely reprimand those treating it poorly. His was a love so great he recognized creation as affected by the fall; a love so great he was compelled to preach to the critters. With him as an example (though even more exist in the Word), how ought we to treat nature? Or, better yet, what does Scripture say about creation care?

Genesis 1:28 declares that we are given “dominion” over the earth and what is in it. I have heard this interpreted in a sermon as an invitation to exploitation. “God has told us we own the mountains, so let us strip them, strip the coal…”. Am I saying we should not use coal? No. But is creation ours to exploit? Shall we destroy the beauty of creation in order to draw out what is beneficial to us – something that will immediately serve us but releases more destruction past its lifetime? Is that what it means to rule? Let us observe the characteristics of the Creator, the one who eternally rules above all: he is loving, he is gracious, he is merciful, he is a protector, he is wise, and he is just (among many other things). So then, shouldn’t we strive to be like him as we exert dominion over his gift of creation?

Wait… a gift? How should we respond to receiving a gift? This question I will leave for you to reflect on and to assess as it relates to creation care.

I have much that I could continue to say on this matter, but I am hoping that you get the gist, as I am not writing a book. And I will reiterate that my words are not intended to create a sentiment of division, loyalty to a side, etc. What I am writing is a reminder- or perhaps an introduction to some- of what creation care is: what the Lord says about it, what we ought to do with it, how we ought to receive it, and so on. Scripture clearly abounds with more commands, as well as reprimand for destructive acts. This matter is a passion that God has instilled in my heart, just as there are passions he has instilled in yours (what these passions are is a good thing to pray about if you have not done so before). While some like myself may find themselves more vocal on this matter, care of creation is inherently our Christian duty. It ought to develop within each of us a need to address actions that go against his commands.

So perhaps, as I close, you may wonder what creation care entails. I am no expert, but I am happy to chat, should you desire more. While this earth is a gift to us, it still belongs to God. If you wonder how you might begin to engage with this, I leave you with a suggestion in the form of an anonymous quote: “To wonder at an animal is to begin to understand the beauty of God.”

By Jacob Davis

Hey y’all! We’re a little over two months into this year’s program and I sit here writing this scratching my head; how did I get here, isn’t it still summer, why have I been so blessed?

I’d like to introduce you to one of my favorite poems. It is by Mona Santacroce, titled Sono’s Death Poem:

Don’t just stand there with your hair turning gray,
Soon enough the seas will sink your little island
So while there is still the illusion of time,
Set out for another shore.

No sense packing a bag.
You won’t be able to lift it into your boat.
Give away all your collections.

Take only new seeds and an old stick.
Send out some prayers on the wind before you sail.
Don’t be afraid.

Someone knows you’re coming.
An extra fish has been salted.

I moved back home to Louisville in the spring of 2023. I had just completed my undergraduate degrees, my sister was thriving in college, and I reconnected with old friends. But I wasn’t happy. I didn’t have a plan or the motivation to make one.

It was during this interval of my life that I spent a lot of time with my grandma, Ruth. Ruth, in her own words, is a hyper-active kid stuck in an 87-year-old body. She swims nearly every day, regularly attends PT sessions to keep her strength, works in the garden for several hours at a time, and has a fierce love for the arts in our city.

Without getting too specific, Ruth saved me. We spent so many evenings together watching Jeopardy and other shows on cable, so we could make fun of the commercials. We worked through our shared grief of losing a loved one together. She spoke to me with kindness about the future and all she hoped I could become, and she always reminded me to be grateful for life. We had weekly card nights with Dad and when she was home from school, my sister. This leads me to the title of my blog post.

Ruth introduced the idea of reading poetry during our card nights years ago, which quickly became a favorite family tradition. Every week, the “poet laureate” reads a poem for everyone. And you might be asking “Jacob, how does one become the poet laurate?” Well reader, it’s the big loser from the previous week! We play for keeps in this household!

Somewhere along the way Ruth read this poem to us, and it spoke to me. It painted a beautiful image in my mind of what a transition period ought to look like. I not only saw myself in these words, but I also felt hope for the people I have lost in life. I thought, “It’s okay to be sad; we’re on different boats with different destinations, but someone knows we’re coming.”

I am grateful for the Fellows Program at St. Francis and for the community that has so readily taken me in. I have been blessed with new friendships, new perspectives, and belonging. I am continuing to tap into my faith and starting to see a bright future ahead.

I set out for another shore a little over two months ago; God made sure there was a salted fish waiting for me. Thank you for reading.

By Elizabeth Girardy

Four months ago, I couldn’t have imagined myself being part of a program like the Louisville Bridge Fellows. At the time, I knew that I was at a point of transition having left my previous job, but I figured the transition would be to a job similar to the one I had before, in New Jersey close to my family. Currently, I am in Kentucky and just started a job with Family Scholar House. How did I get here?

I couldn’t have made the choice to come here without other people speaking into my life. I left my last job in May and came to Louisville to do a summer program called Love Thy Neighborhood, which was an organization that hosted discipleship programs for young adults. I knew that I had to make a decision about where to land next at the end of the summer, but I figured it would be a similar place to the one that I had left. Towards the end of the summer, I heard about the Fellows program from a friend who introduced me to Theresa. The more I learned about it, I found that applying was an exciting idea but an unsettling one. While I had committed to not worrying about what was coming next and trusting that God had something good for me, I had a vision of what that was supposed to be.

When I started to experience these feelings of being pulled in two different directions, I talked about my concerns with a friend who gave me some good advice. She said, “Sometimes God shows you the path that you’re meant to take right before you need to take the first steps.” I spent the next few weeks trying to find out if this was the path. At that time, I contemplated the person I was trying to become. I knew I felt a pull toward service-oriented work, which was different from what I was doing before. I also had a desire to learn more about God and to be part of a community that would encourage it. The Fellows program aligned with my values, and the more that I thought about it, the more it felt like the right decision.

Reflecting on this experience fills me with gratitude. If I had gone with my original plan, I wouldn’t have found Family Scholar House, which is where I am working this year as a Fellow. I’m very blessed to be working with an organization doing work about which I am passionate. I’m grateful for the friends and family that helped me make this decision. I’m excited for the new community I will experience while I’m here in this phase of life. Looking ahead to the very end of this program, I will be making another transition. I hope I’m able to read this back and take encouragement when the time comes.

By Brianna Nalley

It’s with mixed emotions and a heavy heart that I say goodbye. It’s bittersweet because I’m not ready to leave this place, these people, or this season. The last nine months have been filled with such a sweet joy. Sure, there have been challenges mixed in, but what a gift it is to fully live.

When you do life with people you get used to them being present. You become accustomed to the ways they challenge you to grow and the ways they encourage you. If you’re lucky, you also get used to the ways they get under your skin as well, but you choose to love them regardless because you love their heart and they love yours. This is a small glimpse into what life as a fellow has been like. So many beautiful people have been pouring into, challenging, and championing us while we learn to do the same for each other. For this, I say thank you.

Thank you, St. Francis in the Fields, for showing us how to love, not with words, but with the way you’ve welcomed us into your homes, fed us, shared your hearts, etc. You have taught me to be bold but gentle. You have taught me to be persevering and joyful. You have taught me to be generous with my heart and my gifts. You have taught me to love and be loved.

Thank you to Father Clint, Father Raleigh and Mother Barbara for the way you lead. Your leadership is producing fruits of love, kindness, and generosity, seen so clearly in the members of St. Francis. Clint, you taught me to stand firm, yet be gentle in my beliefs. Barbara, you have taught me to be passionate and educated. Raleigh, you have taught me to always spread joy.

Thank you to sweet Theresa for the way you have brought us all together, the fellows as well as St. Francis, and the greater Louisville. You have taught me how to be confident in my own skin. You’ve taught me to slow down and be present even when life is quickly spinning around me.

Thank you to the fellows who have shown me what freedom looks like; freedom to be me and be loved, freedom to be vulnerable and be heard. Thank you for leading by example. Thank you for challenging me to continue pressing in.

Thank you, Lord, for the pain in my heart. The pain is a testament to the beauty you have filled my life with and the blessings you have showered upon me. The difficult goodbye points to the goodness that came with hello. Thank you for this brief season in eternity. I pray that we would not forget the lessons we have learned nor the friendships we have built. Thank you for your kindness. Thank you that your plan is better than mine. Thank you for making me a Louisville Fellow.

By Clay Stewart

Well, here we are–the closing stretch of my time here as a Louisville Fellow. As I reflect on these past eight months, I can’t help but smile when looking back at all the amazing memories I have been blessed to have experienced during this exciting and transformative chapter of my life. Between the overwhelming amount of belly laughs, heart-to-hearts, and handshakes, it has been impossible to overlook God’s beautiful hands at work in my life.

It’s a bittersweet feeling knowing that this finish line is waiting right around the corner and approaching quickly. It’s hard to believe that in just one short month I will be digging out the old cliché, “It’s not a goodbye, but a see you later,” for the four strangers responsible for coming into my life and changing it for the better. Together, the other Fellows and I have navigated the inherent challenges that accompany this difficult and intimidating chapter of life while concurrently growing in fellowship with Christ and one another. It is crazy to imagine a reality where I no longer have the pleasure of beginning each Monday morning by teaching Theresa how to work the TV remote for the 287^th time or Raleigh’s distinctively enthusiastic good mornings that alert the entire church of his arrival. I am going to miss Father Clint’s exhaustive attempts to explain Augustinian literature to me as if I were a toddler, while Mother Barbara randomly transitions from discussing Thomas Cranmer’s impact on the English Reformation to her third tangential dive into what she has termed “Mother Barbara Opinion Time.” The list goes on and on, emphasizing the minute details that serve as a testament to the widespread impact that this program has had and the joy it has brought.

While there may be no way to avoid the bitter changes and goodbyes that will coincide with graduation, I feel beyond blessed for all that this program and the countless individuals it’s comprised of have done for me. Moving forward from this year, I hold tightly to all that this year has provided me with while eagerly awaiting to uncover all that God has in store for my future.

By Gracie Puckett

As I look back on these last seven months in Louisville, a smile unconsciously appears on my face because I can see the continuity of God’s hand in my story and it is just so beautiful. Like any season of life, one has to continue to pursue through the ups and even the downs. These last few months in the program have been an act of pursuit.

In November, the honeymoon stage (like any new beginning) began to wear off and reality quickly settled in. I am the type of person who would rather pick the first option. Sometime near the end of November, I was walking the Big Four bridge with Brianna, another Fellow, and was telling her how I was feeling and how I was going to choose gratitude instead of my anxiety and, honestly, loneliness. When talking to her I recalled a time in high school when I was dealing with anxiety and my dad taught me that you cannot experience anxiety and gratitude at the same time all because of neurology. Anxiety is a response guided by our sympathetic nervous system (fight or flight) and gratitude is a response guided by our parasympathetic nervous system (rest and digest). Like with many things, I went straight and deep into this step of gratitude. I began using a gratitude app that had me write three things I was grateful for daily, and I prayed to God with a new heart posture.

Now, with months past and a new heart posture gained, all I can do is have an immense amount of gratitude. I am grateful for the parishioners at St. Francis, who have shown such an intensity of love that I know it is a true reflection of who God is. I am beyond grateful for my host family filled with four of some of my favorite people. They have not only welcomed me so graciously into their home but have made me part of the family; they are truly the best part of these last few months. I am filled with gratitude when thinking of the leaders put in front of me: Theresa, Raleigh, Clint, Barbara, and Jennifer. Learning from these five people has been a beautiful opportunity to soak in, and I know I will use the knowledge gained from them for the rest of my life. I am grateful for a job where I can love some of the underserved people of this city and be loved back in ways I never expected. I am so overwhelmed with gratitude for a God who continuously meets me in my brokenness and still calls me His Beloved. What a treasure to be loved by our God, and I know this year is a gift from Him that I will forever cherish. Thank you, Louisville Fellows, for giving me this opportunity to learn and grow!

by David Holmes

Change is a hard concept to handle. We are constantly changing, yet there are also distinct moments when we can see how we have changed as people. While in the Louisville Bridge Fellows Program, I have been constantly changing. Sometimes I can see improvement, but, other times, I see regression. However, the change is still there.

One of the amazing parts of this program has been being able to accept that change will constantly be happening. While I write this, I am in a place of strong spiritual growth after an amazing weekend talking about our vocation from God. Right after Christmas, I was not having the strongest personal relationship with God even though the weeks leading up to Christmas felt like a steady growth to me. In the end, accepting that this cycle, this change, will constantly occur has been an amazing aspect of the program to learn.

I look forward to seeing how I continue to change over these final 3 months. Whether that change be in my professional experience, relationship with God, or just ability to plan out a week like an adult, I know that the change is coming. I am eager and anxious to see how God will help me tackle this change.

by Brianna Nalley

6 months ago, my summer job was coming to an end and I had absolutely no idea what was next. I had been praying that God would open a door for months. Nothing. We had less than a month left of camp and I was getting antsy. Throughout the summer Camp Greystone offered morning devotions for the staff. Every time, I either forgot it was happening or had to be in the glass hut. However, the day the director of the Louisville Fellows Program showed up happened to be the one day I made it to the group devotion. As soon as she spoke the name “Louisville” I felt a nudge from the Lord. “Louisville? What’s in Louisville?” I thought. As she continued speaking, my heart beat accelerated. I knew I couldn’t leave without talking to her. Flash forward a few weeks and there I am packing my bags for Louisville, Kentucky. Am I crazy for packing up and moving to a place I had only thought of for the first time a few weeks prior to live with complete strangers and participate in a program I really didn’t know much about? Maybe, but I’ve learned that God’s way is better than mine. He always seems to surprise me. His goodness made it easy to say yes.

Growing up in small towns, first in the mountains of North Carolina and then surrounded by cow pastures in Georgia, saying that moving to Louisville was culture shock would be an understatement. First, the roads. Where I come from, it’s relatively common for a cow to somehow end up on the wrong side of the fence and be blocking the curvy two-lane road you’re trying to drive down. Here, there are exits on both sides of the road and pretty much every road I drive on has a minimum of 4 lanes. Then, you have the closeness of everything. I didn’t realize how nice this was until I went home for Christmas and the closest gym was a 30 minute drive compared to my now usual 7 minute commute. My first big shock though, took place the day after I arrived. I have been blessed to grow up in a Christian household. My dad sings Southern Gospel and my mom was a Sunday school teacher which means I was in church every Sunday morning, most Wednesday nights, and even some Friday and Saturday evenings. However, the Baptist and evangelical churches I was used to are drastically different from St. Francis. Sunday mornings at Newspring, the church I attended in college, consisted of a dark sanctuary with lighting and a full band dedicated to being the frame for Jesus to minister to His bride rather than the picture in the frame. St Francis is the complete opposite with a big bright room covered in floor to ceiling windows, choral worship with string instruments and an organ. Instead of colorful lights St. Francis has candles.

Although shocking at first, I have grown to love this place. Generally the other Fellows and I all sit together at the 9am service each Sunday. Last Sunday, however, I was running late and ended up alone at the 11:15 service. I quickly realized that I was not in fact alone. I recognized so many faces. People who have welcomed us into the sweet family of St. Francis, people who have loved on and poured into us everyday since we arrived in August. I felt a peace sweep over me and felt the presence of the Lord stronger than any Sunday since arriving in Kentucky. Part of my journey has been wrestling with the idea of scripted prayers and liturgy. The differing ideas surrounding baptism and other topics which have always been foundational to my faith have been challenged by the Anglican tradition. I don’t have all the answers. Honestly, I probably have more questions than I started with, but I have learned that God is at work and very much alive in this church and in Louisville.

Last Sunday, I witnessed two beautiful families dedicate their children to the Lord through baptism surrounded by the congregation. It was the most awe-inspiring ceremony I have been a part of and I saw Jesus in every single moment. From the godparents who vowed to support the children and their parents in this endeavor, I was reminded of my own godparents and the role they have played in my own life. The next layer of support comes from the grandparents and close family friends who came to be a part of the celebration. Then, the congregation. We surrounded the family and vowed to help raise these girls up in Truth. This is extremely different from any other baptism I have seen, yet so beautifully filled with Jesus.

The way the congregation surrounded and vowed to support these two young girls in love and truth, is the same way that they have surrounded us as Fellows. I came into the program with an expectation of being thrown into community with the other Fellows, but did not expect to fall in love with the larger community of St. Francis and even larger Louisville. I was listening to worship music this afternoon when a song lyric stated, “People come together, strange as neighbors, our blood is one.” This is truly something I have felt since coming to St. Francis. Thank you for loving us so well and showing me new layers of Jesus each week.

By Olivia Poteet

Much of my life has been spent in service to the church.  As a pastor’s kid who joined the mission field immediately following high school and then attended a Christian college, I have a lot of experience serving.  Some of my favorite memories growing up are helping with VBS, going to missions conferences, and participating in community outreach with the youth group.  When I learned about the Fellows Program, I knew there was a focus on service in the church, but what I didn’t realize was just how much this focus on service would have an impact on me.

My experience with the Fellows is unique because I am employed in a service-focused job.  I work as a family advocate for Family Scholar House, a non-profit organization with a mission to end the cycle of poverty by empowering families to succeed in education and achieve self-sufficiency.  My day-to-day life is full of moments of both joy and hardship.  I work closely with domestic violence survivors, the underprivileged, single parents, and former foster youth as they struggle to build their lives through education, hard work, and life skills.  I witness the everyday struggles of people who are living with trauma and never had the support they needed to succeed.  However, I also get to see the joy.  I witness the fruits of success and the rebuilding of lives, as well as the healing of families and the love of a supportive community.  Every day at work, I see rebirth, growth, and new beginnings.  In this job I am truly in my element, and I am thankful for the Louisville Fellows team for helping to place me in this position I love so well.

Another aspect of service in the Fellows Program includes volunteer work.  Each week, we have a leadership lunch where we meet someone who impacts the community through the work they do.  Often this includes directors of non-profits or businesses with the purpose of serving the community.  We have spoken to employees in hospitals, food banks, law offices, and after school programs among others, and as a part of the Fellows Program we are encouraged to volunteer with one of these non-profits for the duration of the year.  For my volunteer experience, I am returning to my roots by sharing music with residents in senior living homes.  I’m so grateful to have the opportunity to get to know these members of my community and serve them.

Finally, a big part of the Louisville Fellows Program is to serve in the church.  We do this by working closely with the youth group each week.  We attend Sunday school and events, lead Bible studies, and build relationships with the students.  I get to attend their school performances and ride in the van with them to youth events.  I get roped into running around with them while playing underground church. I get to hear their opinions, fears, joys, and struggles and see how they interact with the rest of the group.  My favorite part of this work, however, is getting to know each student individually and having the opportunity to pour into their lives.  These students have so much to offer our church and are growing into strong men and women.

These, among others, are the areas of service we focus on in the Louisville Fellows Program and help fulfill one of the main purposes of the program: shaping godly leaders.  We as Fellows are met with many challenges as we balance work and classes, but we are called to something even greater as we serve those around us both in our church community and the community at-large.  While our work may seem small, it creates ripples over time that impact the Church and the world as each generation of godly leaders shapes the next.

Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.  Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interest of others. -Philippians 2:3-4, ESV

by Clay Stewart

When I left Louisville four years ago for college in Wilmington, NC, I wasn’t certain of when or if I would be back home here in Kentucky. However, God works in mysterious ways. A few months before graduation, after deciding I would be taking a gap year while applying to PA school, I was somewhat panicking about how I was going to productively spend this time in between. That is when I was reminded of the brief conversation I had previously had with this enthusiastic, kind-hearted Director of something called the Louisville Fellows Program, and thought, “Hey, it can’t hurt to apply.”

Well, here we are, three months into the Fellows Program, and I can confidently say that, despite my initial concerns and hesitations, this is one of the best decisions I have made to this day. As I prepared for the start of the program, I would be lying if I said that I didn’t have some worries. I’m a 22-year-old college graduate–am I really about to move back in with my parents? What if the church that I grew up in, our “host church,” has changed? What if they set me up with a job that I don’t like? What if I don’t get along with the other Fellows?

Boy, was I being dramatic. Proverbs 3:5-6 says, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” Although slightly different than the conventional Fellows’ programming, being “hosted” by my own family and the church I grew up in has been such an incredible blessing. Having the opportunity to grow closer to my family while navigating the complexities that accompany this chapter of my life alongside them has truly been a gift. It turns out that my childhood church has changed, but in beautiful ways that can only be credited to God’s loving and faithful works. Additionally, by working alongside my old youth minister in leading the youth group, I have been blessed with the chance to pour into these youth and give back to something that had such a profound impact on my own faith journey. As for my job, it has been everything I hoped it would be and more, providing me with the perfect opportunity to acquire the experience I need while concurrently enabling me to learn from a mentor who demonstrates what it looks like for faith and vocation to coexist. And finally, the Fellows have provided me with a sense of Christian community I never knew I was without and friendships I hope to never lose. Looking back on the past three months and forward to the remaining six, I am thankful for what God has been doing and excited for what is yet to come.