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Some lessons aren't learned in church. They're learned at the table.
Born on a Sunday. Raised on faith. Broken by the world. Rebuilt by grace.
Sunday Dinner is a raw, soul-stirring collection of spoken-word poetry that traces one man's deeply personal journey through grief, doubt, violence, temptation, and ultimately - redemption. When Roderick Parchman lost his mother, he didn't just lose a woman. He lost the heartbeat of his faith, the warmth of her kitchen, and the sacred ritual of Sunday dinner she had kept alive for decades.
Through powerful, unflinching verses - from the streets of South Bend to the gates of grace - Parchman wrestles with God, confronts his own spiritual failures, and finds his way back to the table. This is not a story of perfect faith. It is a story of honest faith - the kind that survives bullets, grief, and the quiet terror of dying without being truly saved.
For anyone who has ever sat in the back of a church and wondered if they belonged. For anyone who has loved a praying mother. For anyone still finding their way home.
The table is set and dinner is served
Born on a Sunday. Raised on faith. Broken by the world. Rebuilt by grace.
Sunday Dinner is a raw, soul-stirring collection of spoken-word poetry that traces one man's deeply personal journey through grief, doubt, violence, temptation, and ultimately - redemption. When Roderick Parchman lost his mother, he didn't just lose a woman. He lost the heartbeat of his faith, the warmth of her kitchen, and the sacred ritual of Sunday dinner she had kept alive for decades.
Through powerful, unflinching verses - from the streets of South Bend to the gates of grace - Parchman wrestles with God, confronts his own spiritual failures, and finds his way back to the table. This is not a story of perfect faith. It is a story of honest faith - the kind that survives bullets, grief, and the quiet terror of dying without being truly saved.
For anyone who has ever sat in the back of a church and wondered if they belonged. For anyone who has loved a praying mother. For anyone still finding their way home.
The table is set and dinner is served