Amazon has this description of his autobiography:
This autobiography is of Bishop Girault Jones, Seventh Episcopal Bishop of Louisiana and Sixteenth Chancellor of the University of the South. Some excerpts from the book's Preface: "I am blessed - or cursed - with a sense of humor which never fails to intrude upon my most solemn moments. That moment which should be the most solemn seems invariably to be tempered by some unpremeditated thoughts which snakes in the back way. At a time when I should be totally absorbed in the awesome significance of the moment, something funny happens.... Most of my life has been like that, - a mixture of irrelevant, and irreverent, and the sacred. I know there is a very fine line between the sacramental and the sacrilegious, and sometimes we cross over. Indeed, I suspect that much week pompously declare sacramental would in God's sight be sacrilegious but for His understanding of us. I have always taken comfort in St. John's saying that Jesus "knew what was in man." That tells me that when something funny happens in church, the Lord does not mind if we laugh, at least inwardly."
An unattributed document on the website of Trinity New Orleans, includes this description of the Joneses:
...After serving a number of missions churches scattered across southern Mississippi, a few years at Trinity, Pass Christian, 13 years as rector of St. Andrew's Church, New Orleans, and 20 years as Bishop of Louisiana, Girault Jones unexpectedly retired. He was only 65 and in good health, but he and his lovely wife Kathleen felt that the time was right. The Diocese covered the entire state of Louisiana back in that year, 1969, and Kathleen had some health issues. And so after retirement, they moved to Sewanee, Tennessee, where they built a lovely home on the banks of a wooded lake in the middle of that university community…and they named that home, the first they had actually built and owned themselves, "MEANWHILE." ....
For them, this period of time after the Bishop's retirement was an unexpected gift from God. And as such, they were both conscious of how important it was for them to make the best possible use of that time. It could potentially be a time of creativity and energy, or it could be a time of passive waiting for the ravages of old age and death. And so they used the name "MEANWHILE" as a reminder to be intentional about spending that "time between two events."
Well, anyone who kept up with Girault and Kathleen Jones knows how that time was spent. Both of them became quite involved with the University community. Girault was the first Chancellor of the University of the South, which is always a bishop, to be actually resident during his term. When that ended, he became a spokesman for the University in various campaigns for its endowment, and then in 1981, with the sudden death of Dean Terry Holmes at age 51, Girault Jones, at age 77, became Acting Dean for over a year, until a new Dean for the School of Theology at Sewanee could be called, and he did an incredible job. Kathleen became involved with the Hospital Auxiliary at Sewanee and their Hospitality House where cakes, pies and other goodies were sold to raise funds. Her wonderful dessert recipes, brought with her from New Orleans, probably inspired the opening of a number of "Weight Watchers" chapters all over central Tennessee. (My favorite was a chocolate-orange chocolate chip cake…literally, to die for!)
In time, the Joneses had to move to a retirement facility in Nashville near one of their daughters. Girault Jones died in 1998 in his 94th year. Kathleen, remember, the one with health problems, died just last year at the age of 99! To say that they thrived in their "Meanwhile" is a tremendous understatement!
This autobiography is of Bishop Girault Jones, Seventh Episcopal Bishop of Louisiana and Sixteenth Chancellor of the University of the South. Some excerpts from the book's Preface: "I am blessed - or cursed - with a sense of humor which never fails to intrude upon my most solemn moments. That moment which should be the most solemn seems invariably to be tempered by some unpremeditated thoughts which snakes in the back way. At a time when I should be totally absorbed in the awesome significance of the moment, something funny happens.... Most of my life has been like that, - a mixture of irrelevant, and irreverent, and the sacred. I know there is a very fine line between the sacramental and the sacrilegious, and sometimes we cross over. Indeed, I suspect that much week pompously declare sacramental would in God's sight be sacrilegious but for His understanding of us. I have always taken comfort in St. John's saying that Jesus "knew what was in man." That tells me that when something funny happens in church, the Lord does not mind if we laugh, at least inwardly."
An unattributed document on the website of Trinity New Orleans, includes this description of the Joneses:
...After serving a number of missions churches scattered across southern Mississippi, a few years at Trinity, Pass Christian, 13 years as rector of St. Andrew's Church, New Orleans, and 20 years as Bishop of Louisiana, Girault Jones unexpectedly retired. He was only 65 and in good health, but he and his lovely wife Kathleen felt that the time was right. The Diocese covered the entire state of Louisiana back in that year, 1969, and Kathleen had some health issues. And so after retirement, they moved to Sewanee, Tennessee, where they built a lovely home on the banks of a wooded lake in the middle of that university community…and they named that home, the first they had actually built and owned themselves, "MEANWHILE." ....
For them, this period of time after the Bishop's retirement was an unexpected gift from God. And as such, they were both conscious of how important it was for them to make the best possible use of that time. It could potentially be a time of creativity and energy, or it could be a time of passive waiting for the ravages of old age and death. And so they used the name "MEANWHILE" as a reminder to be intentional about spending that "time between two events."
Well, anyone who kept up with Girault and Kathleen Jones knows how that time was spent. Both of them became quite involved with the University community. Girault was the first Chancellor of the University of the South, which is always a bishop, to be actually resident during his term. When that ended, he became a spokesman for the University in various campaigns for its endowment, and then in 1981, with the sudden death of Dean Terry Holmes at age 51, Girault Jones, at age 77, became Acting Dean for over a year, until a new Dean for the School of Theology at Sewanee could be called, and he did an incredible job. Kathleen became involved with the Hospital Auxiliary at Sewanee and their Hospitality House where cakes, pies and other goodies were sold to raise funds. Her wonderful dessert recipes, brought with her from New Orleans, probably inspired the opening of a number of "Weight Watchers" chapters all over central Tennessee. (My favorite was a chocolate-orange chocolate chip cake…literally, to die for!)
In time, the Joneses had to move to a retirement facility in Nashville near one of their daughters. Girault Jones died in 1998 in his 94th year. Kathleen, remember, the one with health problems, died just last year at the age of 99! To say that they thrived in their "Meanwhile" is a tremendous understatement!
Amazon has this description of his autobiography:
This autobiography is of Bishop Girault Jones, Seventh Episcopal Bishop of Louisiana and Sixteenth Chancellor of the University of the South. Some excerpts from the book's Preface: "I am blessed - or cursed - with a sense of humor which never fails to intrude upon my most solemn moments. That moment which should be the most solemn seems invariably to be tempered by some unpremeditated thoughts which snakes in the back way. At a time when I should be totally absorbed in the awesome significance of the moment, something funny happens.... Most of my life has been like that, - a mixture of irrelevant, and irreverent, and the sacred. I know there is a very fine line between the sacramental and the sacrilegious, and sometimes we cross over. Indeed, I suspect that much week pompously declare sacramental would in God's sight be sacrilegious but for His understanding of us. I have always taken comfort in St. John's saying that Jesus "knew what was in man." That tells me that when something funny happens in church, the Lord does not mind if we laugh, at least inwardly."
An unattributed document on the website of Trinity New Orleans, includes this description of the Joneses:
...After serving a number of missions churches scattered across southern Mississippi, a few years at Trinity, Pass Christian, 13 years as rector of St. Andrew's Church, New Orleans, and 20 years as Bishop of Louisiana, Girault Jones unexpectedly retired. He was only 65 and in good health, but he and his lovely wife Kathleen felt that the time was right. The Diocese covered the entire state of Louisiana back in that year, 1969, and Kathleen had some health issues. And so after retirement, they moved to Sewanee, Tennessee, where they built a lovely home on the banks of a wooded lake in the middle of that university community…and they named that home, the first they had actually built and owned themselves, "MEANWHILE." ....
For them, this period of time after the Bishop's retirement was an unexpected gift from God. And as such, they were both conscious of how important it was for them to make the best possible use of that time. It could potentially be a time of creativity and energy, or it could be a time of passive waiting for the ravages of old age and death. And so they used the name "MEANWHILE" as a reminder to be intentional about spending that "time between two events."
Well, anyone who kept up with Girault and Kathleen Jones knows how that time was spent. Both of them became quite involved with the University community. Girault was the first Chancellor of the University of the South, which is always a bishop, to be actually resident during his term. When that ended, he became a spokesman for the University in various campaigns for its endowment, and then in 1981, with the sudden death of Dean Terry Holmes at age 51, Girault Jones, at age 77, became Acting Dean for over a year, until a new Dean for the School of Theology at Sewanee could be called, and he did an incredible job. Kathleen became involved with the Hospital Auxiliary at Sewanee and their Hospitality House where cakes, pies and other goodies were sold to raise funds. Her wonderful dessert recipes, brought with her from New Orleans, probably inspired the opening of a number of "Weight Watchers" chapters all over central Tennessee. (My favorite was a chocolate-orange chocolate chip cake…literally, to die for!)
In time, the Joneses had to move to a retirement facility in Nashville near one of their daughters. Girault Jones died in 1998 in his 94th year. Kathleen, remember, the one with health problems, died just last year at the age of 99! To say that they thrived in their "Meanwhile" is a tremendous understatement!
This autobiography is of Bishop Girault Jones, Seventh Episcopal Bishop of Louisiana and Sixteenth Chancellor of the University of the South. Some excerpts from the book's Preface: "I am blessed - or cursed - with a sense of humor which never fails to intrude upon my most solemn moments. That moment which should be the most solemn seems invariably to be tempered by some unpremeditated thoughts which snakes in the back way. At a time when I should be totally absorbed in the awesome significance of the moment, something funny happens.... Most of my life has been like that, - a mixture of irrelevant, and irreverent, and the sacred. I know there is a very fine line between the sacramental and the sacrilegious, and sometimes we cross over. Indeed, I suspect that much week pompously declare sacramental would in God's sight be sacrilegious but for His understanding of us. I have always taken comfort in St. John's saying that Jesus "knew what was in man." That tells me that when something funny happens in church, the Lord does not mind if we laugh, at least inwardly."
An unattributed document on the website of Trinity New Orleans, includes this description of the Joneses:
...After serving a number of missions churches scattered across southern Mississippi, a few years at Trinity, Pass Christian, 13 years as rector of St. Andrew's Church, New Orleans, and 20 years as Bishop of Louisiana, Girault Jones unexpectedly retired. He was only 65 and in good health, but he and his lovely wife Kathleen felt that the time was right. The Diocese covered the entire state of Louisiana back in that year, 1969, and Kathleen had some health issues. And so after retirement, they moved to Sewanee, Tennessee, where they built a lovely home on the banks of a wooded lake in the middle of that university community…and they named that home, the first they had actually built and owned themselves, "MEANWHILE." ....
For them, this period of time after the Bishop's retirement was an unexpected gift from God. And as such, they were both conscious of how important it was for them to make the best possible use of that time. It could potentially be a time of creativity and energy, or it could be a time of passive waiting for the ravages of old age and death. And so they used the name "MEANWHILE" as a reminder to be intentional about spending that "time between two events."
Well, anyone who kept up with Girault and Kathleen Jones knows how that time was spent. Both of them became quite involved with the University community. Girault was the first Chancellor of the University of the South, which is always a bishop, to be actually resident during his term. When that ended, he became a spokesman for the University in various campaigns for its endowment, and then in 1981, with the sudden death of Dean Terry Holmes at age 51, Girault Jones, at age 77, became Acting Dean for over a year, until a new Dean for the School of Theology at Sewanee could be called, and he did an incredible job. Kathleen became involved with the Hospital Auxiliary at Sewanee and their Hospitality House where cakes, pies and other goodies were sold to raise funds. Her wonderful dessert recipes, brought with her from New Orleans, probably inspired the opening of a number of "Weight Watchers" chapters all over central Tennessee. (My favorite was a chocolate-orange chocolate chip cake…literally, to die for!)
In time, the Joneses had to move to a retirement facility in Nashville near one of their daughters. Girault Jones died in 1998 in his 94th year. Kathleen, remember, the one with health problems, died just last year at the age of 99! To say that they thrived in their "Meanwhile" is a tremendous understatement!
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