“Jesus has made it clear to me that the same voice that he heard at the River Jordan and on Mount Tabor can also be heard by me. He has made it clear to me that just as he has his home with the Father, so do I. Praying to his Father for his disicples, he says: ‘They do not belong to the world, anymore than I belong to the world. Consecrate them [set them aside] in the truth. As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world, and for their sake I consecrate myself so that they too may be consecrated in truth.’ These words reveal my true dwelling place, my true abode, my true home. Faith is the radical trust that home has always been there and always will be there. The somewhat stiff hands of the father rest on the prodigals shoulders with the everlasting divine blessing: ‘You are my Beloved, on you my favor rests.’
Yet over and over agian I have left home. I have fled the hands of blessing and run off into faraway places searching for love! This is the great tragedy of my life and of the lives of so many I meet on my journey. Somehow I have become deaf to the voice that calls me the Beloved, have left the only place where I can hear that voice, and have gone off desperately hoping that I would find somewhere else what I could no longer find at home.”
p. 39 The Return of the Prodigal Son
1 thought on “The Beloved ~ Nouwen”
Wear the Best Robe, feed on the Fatted Calf – and stay home. Christ for clothing and Christ for food.