Jennifer Bailey - To My Beloveds: Letters on Faith, Race, Loss, and Radical Hope

Advance Praise for To My Beloveds

In this intimate and life-churning call to hope, to healing and to ourselves, Reverend Jen Bailey offers all of what makes her a leader and believer built for these times whispering to us in every word the ancestral wisdom that we, her readers, are built for them too.

Dawn-Lyen Gardner, actor and activist

Rev. Jennifer Bailey is preternaturally wise and tenderly prophetica visionary tending redemptive possibilities within our present of disarray. To My Beloveds is a wildly beautiful and nourishing introduction of her voice to a wider world. It is a stunning offering of public theology from and for a new generation, yet it could not be more vigorously, lovingly rooted in deep time and place and lineage. This book is a cause for rejoicing.

Krista Tippett, Founder & CEO of the On Being Project, host of On Being , and curator of The Civil Conversations Project

I could not put this book down. The stories are piercing, the counsel felt both urgent and eternal, the writing shimmers. Jen Bailey is a generational voice.

Eboo Patel, Founder and President, IFYC and author of Acts of Faith

Jen Baileys radical hope points us to joy that can be found in both the mourning and the morning if we take the necessary steps of living into the gifts God has planted in each of us. This book is a moving witness to the power of holy change and transformation.

Emilie M. Townes, Dean and Distinguished Professor of Womanist Ethics and Society, Vanderbilt Divinity School

Jen Bailey is wise, and a gifted writer too. For both the spiritual misfit and tradition-lover, Jens story and prophetic vision will open your heart, sharpen your mind, and prepare your spirit. We are lucky to be her Beloveds.

Casper ter Kuile, author, The Power of Ritual , and co-host of the podcast

I am continually impressed and mesmerized by the genius of Jennifer Bailey. I have learned so much from her since I met her in divinity school, and this book catapulted me into another realm of healing and self-reflection. I cannot wait for everyone to get their hands on her book!

Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodrguez, author of For Brown Girls with Sharp Edges and Tender Hearts: A Love Letter to Women of Color

Black people need soft landing spaces of care, encouragement, and love. In To My Beloveds: Letters on Faith, Race, Loss, and Radical Hope , Jen Bailey invites us into the soft spaces in her life. Through intimate letters introducing us to her community, Jen carefully weaves emotions and words into beautiful love letters. To My Beloveds makes you smile with its familiar tone, hold your breath as you feel the heartache, and gives its readers hope beyond hope.

Rev. Dr. Theresa S. Thames, Associate Dean of Religious Life and the Chapel, Princeton University

In this stirring and beautifully written collection of letters, Jen invites us to go deeper into our own histories, deeper into our tightest held hopes, and deeper into transformative possibilities for the future. Her vulnerability and the wisdom she gleans from her ancestors and community will serve as a roadmap for creating a more equitable, just, and joyful world.

Lindsey Krinks, author of Praying with Our Feet: Pursuing Justice and Healing on the Streets

Intimate, powerful, and deeply wise, To All My Beloveds is a healing balm for the heart. I read them all in one night and will savor them for years to come. Let these sacred letters soothe you, awaken you, and inspire you!

Valarie Kaur, author of SEE NO STRANGER: A Memoir and Manifesto of Revolutionary Love

Bailey shows unflinching love in the midst of a wounded world. These are the kinds of letters that save lives.

Rev. Tyler Ho-Yin Sit, Pastor and Author of Staying Awake: The Gospel for Changemakers

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For Mama and Max

Contents

Salutation

Dear Beloved-to-Be,

I was seven or eight years old when Sister Catherine Weldon pulled me aside one Sunday after church and said, Baby, you gonna preach someday.

I do not remember the context for her declaration, but Im sure it was partly inspired by our pastor, Reverend Pendelton, who was a youth ministry genius. Where some saw Black children as a problem that needed to be solved, he saw us as leaders with unique insights into the nature of God. He empowered us to use our voices and trained us early on the nuisances of leading worship services.

Maybe Id prayed that day or read scripture. Perhaps Id led the congregation in our weekly recitation of the Ten Commandments or the Apostles Creed. It could have been the womanish way I directed the younger kids in the choir to stand up straight in their green and white robes as we sang the A&B selections that morning. Whatever it was that Id done caused Sister Weldons spiritual third eye to open and give witness to something in me that I did not see in myself.

That is one of the great gifts of communitythe recognition that we do not emerge from our mothers womb fully formed, but rather are shaped by the ordinary encounters we have with the people whom we call beloved .

The term beloved appears 130 times in the New Revised Standard Version of the sacred text of my faith traditionthe Holy Bible. It is used as a salutation (the Pauline epistles), a demarcation of divine favor (Matthew 12:18), and a pet name between lovers (Song of Songs). In my life interactions, I use it in reference to those I have been called into sacred relationships: family, friends, lovers, ancestors, and those yet to be born. Some of them I have known intimately, while others exist only on the periphery of my dreams.

All are my teachers. Teachers like Sister Weldon.

I wish I could say that her words stuck with me that day. Im sure I just smiled and nodded politely before chasing my friends Caronda and Vanessa down the back staircase of the sanctuary to play in the churchyard. My mama, who overheard the conversation, reminded me of Sister Weldons prophecy in the days leading up to my ordination in the African Methodist Episcopal (AME) Church. As she helped me slip into my black preaching robe for the first time, she smiled and shared a message from Sister Weldon: I told you so.

Seven years later, on February 2, 2021, Sister Weldon became an ancestor at the age of 92. Her obituary describes her as one who loved the earth, someone whose love of the land was evident in the time she spent fishing with her husband, taking her grandchildren camping, or working in her flower and vegetable gardens. Toward the end is a snapshot of the woman I knewa lifelong member of the AME Church, a high soprano in the choir, a faithful member of the Womens Missionary Society, and an expert baker who loved bringing freshly made desserts on Sunday mornings. To that list I would add seer , discerner of spirits, and wisdom keeper.

Losing her during a global pandemic meant that I was not able to honor her life and legacy in person. Yet when I allow my memory to guide me on a journey into the past, tears of mourning give way to sweet release. I am a part of a spiritual tradition wherein death is not the counterpoint to life. It is an unfolding process that contextualizes, catalyzes, and confirms our relationship to time.