Do not leave without hearing who you are: Beloved

Aidan R. Rooney, C.M.
February 18, 2018

Seeing Christ in the face of the poor

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    Do not leave without hearing who you are: Beloved

    by Aidan R. Rooney, C.M. | Feb 18, 2018 | Formation, Reflections | 2 comments

    I’ve known theologian Karis Slattery since she was twelve. I watched her grow into a woman and a friend. She’s an artist, an athlete, and always a God-seeker. Growing up in a Vincentian parish, she became an ally to the marginalized, even as  her own Church marginalizes her for being who she is. I watch as she continues to love Jesus, the poor and her Church as she and her partner grow their life together. She is one of the most wonderful people I have ever known. She shared the Jan Richardson poem that follows on her Facebook page. I thought I’d share it and her with you on this First Sunday of Lent. Thanks Jan, who shares her art and words. Thanks Karis, who shares her Vincentian soul. Beloved.


    Jan Richardson is an artist, writer, and ordained minister in the United Methodist Church. She serves as director of The Wellspring Studio, LLC, and travels widely as a retreat leader and conference speaker. Known for her distinctive intertwining of word and image, Jan’s work has attracted an international audience drawn to the welcoming and imaginative spaces that she creates in her books, online blogs, and public events. Visit her blog “PaintedPrayerBook.com“



    If you would enter
    into the wilderness,
    do not begin
    without a blessing.

    Do not leave
    without hearing
    who you are:
    Beloved,
    named by the One
    who has traveled this path
    before you.

    Do not go
    without letting it echo
    in your ears,
    and if you find
    it is hard
    to let it into your heart,
    do not despair.
    That is what
    this journey is for.

    I cannot promise
    this blessing will free you
    from danger,
    from fear,
    from hunger
    or thirst,
    from the scorching
    of sun
    or the fall
    of the night.

    But I can tell you
    that on this path
    there will be help.

    I can tell you
    that on this way
    there will be rest.

    I can tell you
    that you will know
    the strange graces
    that come to our aid
    only on a road
    such as this,
    that fly to meet us
    bearing comfort
    and strength,
    that come alongside us
    for no other cause
    than to lean themselves
    toward our ear
    and with their
    curious insistence
    whisper our name:

    Beloved.
    Beloved.
    Beloved.



    Jan Richardson, “Beloved Is Where We Begin” © Jan Richardson. janrichardson.com

    2 Comments

    1. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. It is grace for me in this moment in my life.

    2. Thank you, Aidan, for the poem of blessing and for reiterating the love of Jesus for all who journey…especially those who are rejected by those who claim to speak for Jesus.

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