09/19/2026
This song brings to mind the inscription at the feet of the Statue of Liberty. Emma Lazarus wrote that The Mother of Exiles cries with silent lips: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
You see this song was commissioned to accompany a theatrical rendering of a story Jesus once told - the story of a great banquet where the most unlikely, the othered, the hungry, the unhoused, that marginalized become centered.
I believe with all my heart in the separation of church and state and also see that if Christ’s values were really at the heart of our political choices, as some say, it wouldn’t be about partisanship or maintaining the status quo of dominance by some to control the rest.
It would be about flattening hierarchies, radical inclusion, fostering economic and racial justice and restorative justice of every kind.
It would be about healing and liberation truly for all people of every color, creed, country and dialect, different abilities, sexualities, and whatever other category.
The outcasts of society are not only acceptable, they are essential. They teach us to remember our humanity. 🙏🏼
Resurrection Episcopal Church, Ocean Beach is soon offering a community ed class on Christianity without Christian Nationalism. And I really appreciate that because as someone who’s been on a journey of religious trauma recovery, I now see that Christ Consciousness is deeply rooted in the expansive, transformative power of love for people of all faiths or none at all. Stay tuned for details or sign up for the mailing list if you want to know about the course!
We’re singing this song together during worship on Sunday! Maybe see you there? 😍🎶💫
Much love,
Heatherlyn or River
