







— Photos by Renee Roederer

Once a month, I lead a congregational service called Parables, designed for the whole community but crafted especially for, with, and by people with disabilities and neurodivergence. At one of our services, we read the story of the Syrophoenician woman from the Gospel of Mark. Frankly, it’s one of the most powerful stories in the Bible, and it always invites me to reflect.
In the story, Jesus has left his familiar surroundings and travels to the region of Tyre, a Gentile area. While he’s there, trying to keep a low profile, a woman whose daughter is suffering approaches him. She’s bold. She asks Jesus to heal her daughter, but his response is remarkably out of character. He tells her, “It’s not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.” It’s a shocking thing to hear from Jesus, especially considering how he consistently embraces those on the margins.
But the Syrophoenician woman doesn’t back down. She won’t let herself be defined by those words. Instead, she boldly responds, “Even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.” It’s a snarky, powerful reply. She claims her worth and her daughter’s worth—asserting that they too are a part of this healing and belonging. And this boldness is recognized. “For saying that, you may go,” Jesus says, and tells her that her daughter will be healed.
This story challenges us to think about how we claim our own worth, and the worth of those around us. It invites us to proclaim boldly that healing, dignity, and belonging are ours too, no matter what words or barriers might stand in our way.
Years ago, I attended the “Why Christian?” conference in Durham, North Carolina. One of the preachers, Rev. Gail Song Bantum, delivered a powerful sermon on this very story. After her sermon, we were invited to communion, and she urged us to claim the bread and cup with boldness. When we were handed the bread and told, “This is the body of Christ, given for you,” we were invited to respond, “Yes, it is!”—to assert that this gift, this grace, this belonging was really ours.
This was the spirit we carried into our time at Parables on Sunday. As we shared communion, our servers said, “You are a Child of God,” and each person was invited to respond boldly, “Yes, I am!” It was a simple but profound moment of claiming truth—about ourselves and about each other.
What would it look like for us to claim boldly? To declare that our identities are treasured? To insist that our neighbors, especially those who are often marginalized, belong fully? What possibilities might we see if we assert the truth of who we are, if we stand firm in the knowledge that we are cherished?
Today, I invite you to ponder what you want to claim boldly. Maybe it’s the truth of your worth. Maybe it’s the belief that life has more possibilities than you’ve imagined. Or maybe it’s the sacredness of your neighbor’s identity and the shared call to community.
Whatever it is, claim it. Boldly.
— Renee Roederer

Mother Teresa used to say, “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten we belong to one another.”
I certainly don’t need to remind anyone that we have many ways of forgetting that we belong to one another. At times, we neglect our shared belonging; at other times, we create barriers purposefully, excluding some people and labeling some people, marking them as ones who stand outside our community circle.
For this reason, perhaps we underestimate the power of an invitation and forget how transformative it can be. I’ve been thinking of this after hearing a meaningful story that I would like to pass along to you today. I extend my own invitation for you to listen. It is well worth the 8 minutes:
The Transformative Power of An Invitation
The Rev. Bill Golderer talks about the rhythms of invitation at Broad Street Ministry, where people regularly hold dinner parties, extending to everyone in their neighborhood and including people who are rarely invited to other community events. The story above talks about what happened when a couple decided to share their wedding day with the whole community at one of these spontaneous dinner parties and what it was like to be invited.
Enjoy.




I want to begin this post with four powerful quotes.
Borrowing language from Thomas Merton, Richard Rohr — a Franciscan priest and wisdom teacher — writes often about what it means to give up our ego and “false self” in order to live as our “True Self.” In the midst of that reflection, he says:
Author Paulo Coelho writes:
The story of the Chasidic master Zusya of Hanapoli is told in the Talmud:
He told them of a vision: ‘I learned of the question the angels will one day ask me about my life.’
His followers were puzzled.
‘Zusya, you are pious. You are scholarly and humble. You have helped so many of us. What question could possibly terrify you?’
Zusya replied, ‘The angels will not ask me, “Why weren’t you Joshua, leading your people into the promised land?”
They will ask me, “Zusya, why weren’t you Zusya?”’”
And author Marianne Williamson writes:
How do these quotes sit with you? Do they speak to certain parts of you — particular roles or identities that live near the root of who you are? Do they stir aspects of your True Self, the parts that “beg to be allowed, to be fulfilled, and to show themselves”?
I hope so.
This week, I found myself reflecting on Coelho’s idea of unbecoming. There have been times when I’ve tried to fit myself into roles that didn’t quite match me. For instance, my internal framework of what “a community organizer is” has sometimes been too narrow to include my actual strengths or to allow for my own limitations and needs. And it’s pretty difficult to do something well if the framework you’re using doesn’t make space for your best gifts — or for the grace, adaptation, and accommodations that your particular life requires.
I need to expand my sense of what these can be. But as I reflected on that, I realized I also need to attend to my own particularity — my gifts, my strengths, the at-the-core-of-myself callings. My deep-down, truest parts. The kinds of things illuminated by the quotes above.
True Self stuff.
Deep Yes stuff.
So I sat down and asked myself, “What are the roles, archetypes, or identities that are central to me being… me?”
I wrote down five.
And simply naming them felt utterly invigorating. I don’t know if it was like the Captain Planet of myself coming together (1990s joke! You really should watch that goofy intro) but something powerful happened. I felt energized — and also physically settled — in a way that surprised me.
And none of these identities were new. Not one of them. I’ve known them for years. But naming them together felt like choosing them again. Reclaiming them again. These are the roles I can return to when I get off track (and I do). These are the ones I realign myself with… the ones rooted in a calling beyond myself… the ones that open space within me so I can make space for others.
So — you knew this was coming, right? — I’m going to invite you to do the same.
What are the roles, archetypes, and identities that are central to you being… you?
Write them down if it helps.
—Renee Roederer

This morning, I’d like to share the Sunday Story from NPR’s Up First podcast. It aired yesterday morning, and this episode does a tremendous job lifting up the severe conditions that undocumented immigrants are facing in the United States, while also bringing home their humanity and casting a vision for a better future for them and our country. “This can bring us closer together if we let it,” one of the helpers says.
That being said, these needs are truly dire, and as immigrants and their children hide behind locked doors, this is a public health crisis with panic attacks, chest pain, isolation, and limited ability to access basic supplies.
We need to pay attention. If we dare to learn their languages, we need to love the people behind those languages. If we dare to enjoy their cuisines, we need to love the people behind those cultures. But of course, above all, if we ourselves want to step into our best humanity — simply because that is who we should be — we should love these people because they matter intrinsically and are our neighbors.
Please join me in listening to The Families Hiding from ICE.

Hallelujah.
It’s a word from a chorus many know well, especially at this time of year. I’m grateful that I’ll have the privilege to sing Hallelujah a multitude of times over the weekend. I sing with a choir that has the longest annual tradition of singing Handel’s Messiah in the entire world. We’ve done this every year consistently since 1879.
While I haven’t sung this 146 times in a row, I’ve sung the Hallelujah Chorus innumerable times. Yet I’ve learned something new in the opportunity to sing The Messiah in its entirety. Based on where it’s placed in the greater work, the Hallelujah Chorus isn’t a chorus joy-filled triumphalism. It’s about liberation.
It’s about human liberation from oppression — deliverance from oppression caused by other humans. This becomes clear when we hear what precedes the famous chorus:
The bass soloist sings,
Why do the nation so furiously rage together?
And why do the people imagine a vain thing?
Then the chorus sings,
Let us break their bonds asunder,
and cast away their yokes from us.
Then the tenor soloist sings,
He that dwelleth in heaven shall laugh them to scorn,
The Lord shall have them in derision.
Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron,
Thou shalt dash them like a potter’s vessel.
That’s when the chorus responds with “Hallelujah!”
It might seem like an odd time to jump in and rejoice. But if we view this less as the powerful (including God) doing destruction for the sake of destruction, and instead, view this as liberation for the oppressed (God standing with them in power) the Hallelujah Chorus has a completely different purpose and tone.
Hallelujah!
For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. . .
Not standing above and dominating as an oppressor,
but standing among the people as a powerful Liberator —
a Liberator who invites the participation of the people in their own liberation.
(“Let us break their bonds asunder”)
King of Kings and Lord of Lords. . .
Not a tyrant kind of King or Lord,
but King and Lord that is revealed as fully human —
a vulnerable child,
a poor carpenter,
a revolutionary,
a healer.
Throughout our performances, I invite myself to think about these things when I sing that Hallelujah. And I think about liberation in our world and desire that certain bonds will be broken.
The audience stands and adds their voices, too.
Resurrection,
Liberation.