Archive for April, 2017

The Feast Within the Fragments

April 28, 2017


John 6:1-15

“Gather up the fragments left over, so that nothing may be lost.” Jesus sees the abundance that remains from the fragments of food. He sees the food that is hoarded that can be shared. He sees the feast within  our midst. Jesus knows the secrets of scraps. Jesus casts his circle around the fragments, will not release his hold on what is broken and in pieces.

I see enough food thrown out by restaurants  each day around the neighborhood to feed thousands. and through out the City, enough food is thrown out to feed ten’s of thousands; we leave enough food on our tables when we leave a restaurant to feed a homeless person outside the door.

Let us “gather up the fragments, so that nothing may be lost,” and provide a feast with those fragments to our neighbor on the street. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!


The crucified of today and the Crucified of yesterday

Leonardo Boff
       Earthcharter Commission 

The great majority of humanity lives today crucified by misery, hunger, the scarcity of water, and unemployment. Nature is also crucified, devastated by the industrialist greed that refuses to accept any limits. Mother Earth is crucified, exhausted to the point of having lost her internal equilibrium, which is evident from global warming.

The religious and Christian understanding sees Christ Himself present in all these crucified beings. By having assumed our human and cosmic reality, He suffers with all who suffer. The roaring chain saws bringing down the jungles are blows to His body. He continues bleeding in our decimated ecosystems and polluted waters. The incarnation of the Son of God established a mysterious solidarity of life and destiny with all that He assumed, with all of humanity and all the shadows and lights that our humanity presupposes. 

The oldest Gospel, the Gospel of Saint Mark, records the terrible words at the death of Jesus. Abandoned by all, in the height of the cross, He also feels abandoned by the Father of goodness and mercy.  Jesus cries: 

«”My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”  “And Jesus cried with a loud voice , and gave up the ghost ”» (Mark 15,34.37). 

Jesus did not die as all of us die. He died murdered in the most humiliating form of that time: nailed on a cross. Hanging between heaven and Earth, He agonized for three hours on the cross. 

The human rejection that could decree the crucifixion of Jesus, cannot define the meaning that Jesus gave to the crucifixion imposed on Him. The One crucified defined the meaning of His crucifixion as solidarity with all the crucified of history who, as Himself, were, are, and will be victims of violence, of unjust social relations, of hatred, of the humiliation of the lesser and of the rejection of the proposal of a Kingdom of justice, fraternity, compassion and of unconditional love.

In spite of His solidarian surrender to the others and to His Father, a terrible and last temptation invades His spirit. The great conflict of Jesus, now agonizing, is with His Father. 

The Father He had experienced with profound filial intimacy, the Father He had announced  as merciful and full of goodness, a Father with traits of a tender and caring Mother, the Father whose Kingdom He had proclaimed and brought forward in His liberating praxis, that Father now appears to have abandoned Him. 

Jesus goes through the hell of the absence of God. 

Around three in the afternoon, minutes before the tragic ending, Jesus cried with loud voice: “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachtani: my God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”. Jesus is almost without hope. From the most abysmal emptiness of His spirit, arise dreadful questionings that create the most startling temptation suffered by human beings, and now by Jesus, the temptation of desperation.  Jesus asks himself: 

“Could it be that my faithfulness was absurd? Is the struggle carried out by the oppressed and by God senseless? Was it all in vain: the risks I went through, the persecutions I endured, the humiliating judicial-religious process in which I was condemned with the capital sentence: the crucifixion that I suffer now?” 

Jesus finds himself naked, impotent, totally empty before the Father who is silent and with that silence reveals all His Mystery.  He has no one to hold on to. 

According to human criteria, Jesus totally failed. His interior certainty disappears. But even though there is a sunset on the horizon, Jesus continues trusting in the Father.  Because of that He cries in loud voice: “My Father… My Father“. In the apex of His despair, Jesus gives Himself up to the truly nameless Mystery. That will be His only hope beyond of any security. He no longer has any support by Himself, only through God, that is now in hiding. The absolute hope of Jesus can only be understood in the assumption of His absolute desperation. Where hopelessness abounded, hope was over abundant. 

The greatness of Jesus consisted of enduring and overcoming this frightful temptation. This temptation brought Him to a total surrender to God, an unconditional solidarity with His brothers and sisters, also desperate and crucified throughout history, a total divestiture of Himself, an absolute de-centering of Himself in function of the others. Only that way death is death and can be complete: the perfect surrender to God and to the suffering sons and daughters of God, the smallest of His brothers and sisters. 

The last words of Jesus show His surrender, neither resigned nor fatal, but free: Father. into thy hands I commend my spirit (Luke 23,46). It is finished (John 19,30). 

The Good Friday continues, but does not have the last word. The resurrection as the emergence of the new being is the great reply of the Father and the promise to us all.            

                                                                                                                           Leonardo Boff
Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min. candidate, D.S.T.\
P.O. Box 642656
San Francisco, CA 94164
Temenos Catholic Worker

Faith, Hope, and Love

April 27, 2017


“So faith, hope, and love remain, these three, but the greatest of these is love.” I Corinthians 13:13

This passage allows us a chance to reflect upon our priorities.  It tells us that at the end of the day it will not be the school we attended, the number of degrees we have, the amount of money we make  or our zip code that matters. Rather, we will be judged by our fidelity to God, our hope in Christ and the power of his Resurrection, and the love that we show ourselves and our neighbor. It is as simple as that.  St. Bernard of Clairvaux said “Theirs is an endless road, a hopeless maze, who seek for goods before they seek God.”

As the days that shorter in my life I am reminded each day what matters is to Love God, and to give my all to people.  That is all that matters. Yesterday I purchased a sleeping bag for one guy, bought glasses for another, and looking into their eyes, and hearing their voices was all the wealth that I needed.

Philip Workman Memorial Banquet

Protest Against the Death Penalty

Tuesday, May 9, 2017
At Noon

Stanyan and Haight Street
in front of Golden Gate Park

“Justice Comes With Mercy”

Fr. River Damien Sims


Vegetarian Pizza to Be Served to Homeless in Memory of Philip Who was Executed On this Date in 2007


Fr. River Damien Sims, D.Min. candidate, D.S.T.



Two Died Last Night

April 25, 2017


Arkansas executed two condemned murderers Monday night, becoming the first state in 17 years to carry out two death sentences in one day.

Marcel Williams was pronounced dead at 10:33 p.m. Central Time, 17 minutes after the procedure began at the Cummins Unit in southeastern Arkansas. Jack Jones had been put to death more than three hours earlier.

Both were guilty, both by all accounts, were not good men. So they deserved to die to pay for their crimes.  That is clear. That is until one looks at the cross, the cross upon which Jesus was crucified, and we see that all of us deserve to die–accept that God sees in each of us the potential for a full life, as life that is filled with growth and joy.

My heart is broken because we continue to crucify Jesus when we fail to see that in each person there is potential. We continue to act in vengeance in Arkansas, in the Middle East, we bring death, rather than life.

Let us look deep within ourselves and asked ourselves the question: “How many times have we been given grace, and through that grace grown into better human beings?”  Let us pray for the two who have died, that they may have found peace, and pray for the members of the victim’s families that they may find peace.  Let us ask ourselves the question does death in our name really bring peace?

Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min. candidate, D.S.T.

Franciscans Against the Death Penalty

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164


Peniel: Newsletter of Temenos Catholic Worker

April 24, 2017


“Where Jacob Wrestled With God and Survived!”

Temenos Catholic


P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164

415-305-2124 pal)


Journal of An Alien Street Priest:

Memory is such a central part of our individual and collective work.  It is about trauma and healing and how they are transmitted through the generations. I recognize the invocation of memory, history and ancestors in the practices of the memory of the youth I hang out with.  I cook as a creative practice.  Someone once said that being in the kitchen “didn’t feel like learning,” it felt like remembering.  In the practice of moving my hands, preparing the food, mixing the dishes, lovingly placing ingredients in pans and watching it cook, I am opening a channel to the past.  Memory is held in the body which is well documented in the context of trauma.  But it is also possible to remember something beautiful that we have never experienced in our own lifetime.  Cooking is a way of bringing to mind the goodness within each  one of us, for in cooking we are loving others without race, creed, color, or sexual orientation.  Bill Kelley, Jr. in a talk of how art “decolonizes” presents a reality which removes traces of trauma, separation, and division and brings us into unity as human beings.  That is the art of cooking–it places us on an equal level. We lay aside our differences. Our defenses are brought down and we can react in love.

Cooking is at the heart of my ministry. It is a craft, an art, that anchors me in my Southern heritage, with my grandparents, my parents, and my ministry in churches and on the streets.  Food is a connection that brings a sacramental connection to people. In my earliest parishes, meals were a means of fellowship that held people together; at Thanksgiving I would host a dinner for members who did not have a family and would be eating alone. From the first moment I began my ministry on the street I would buy pizza for youth in order to enter into a relationship.  Every day I am buying food for people; each day I have food to be given out, and I cook two meals a week, a Thanksgiving meal as well as Christmas and Easter meals. Cooking is the center of our ministry. Over each meal I pray a Eucharistic prayer, and ask Christ to become real in the food.  Each meal becomes the Eucharist-Christ present in each person!

Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!



MAY 9, 2017




A Service of Remembrance and Protest

through Prayer and the  Giving of Vegetarian Pizza to Homeless Youth

Philip was executed on May 9, 2007 in Tennessee with questions about his innocence. His last request was that vegetarian pizza be given to the homeless.

We remember him and protest the Death Penalty on this Day!


Graduation Reception for Fr. River Damien Sims

In Honor of His Receiving the Doctor of Ministry Degree


Knox Theological Seminary

Fort Lauderdale, Florida

May 27, 2017

Guaymas Restaurant

5 Main Street, Art Row Shopping Center

Belvedere Tiburon, CA 94920


Reservations Suggested


phone: 415-710-8709



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Please give as your heart leads you:

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April 22, 2017

1259 words


Grieving is not fun–it is painful, it is a necessary process, grieving is an act of letting go of ourselves when we face death in one form or another. It is not something that is welcome in our society–we are told to “put a smile on,” “be brave, be strong,” and we basically ignore the pain of grieving, I have come to the point that when any one tells me in one form or another not to grieve I tell them to “Go to hell,” because grief is necessary to our recovery. I have been grieving all year.

First I am now grieving the leaving of the Reverend Dana Corsello, from St. Luke’s Episcopal Church–I am happy for her as well in her new position–but it hurts like hell, to see her go,I am crying alot.  I met Dana nearly seven years ago, she invited me to use the kitchen  at the church–on faith–not knowing me; she has stood by me putting herself at risk, she has been my pastor (the only one, and last one I will have since I entered the ministry), she has been my friend; more importantly I have come to understand she has embodied the characteristics which I have and which I learned from my my mother: she is a straight shooter, tells it like it is, she is faithful to Christ, she is loyal in the face of opposition. She never hides her feelings, she never hides her faults or mistakes–she always owns them–she is in essence very real. Dana is the one person I have always felt safe with. I have grown as a person, and as a priest knowing Dana Corsello.  So I will miss her.

I grieve the loss of three of my guys this year. I call them my kids,  they were all over forty –but always my kids, for I have walked with them these past twenty years. The title “Father” for me is symbolic of the parental role I have always played with my “parishioners,”  I grieve them, they gave me as much as I gave them in their strengths.

I grieve for those being put to death on death row in Arkansas, and the inhumanity that our leaders show in the implementation of these executions.

I grieve on this Earth Day because of the lack of care we give creation. For example we need to look at our meat eating and how if we limit our eating we would contribute to care of the earth. Eighty percent of deforestation is from raising meat; Half the world’s grain and about 3/4 of the various major crops in the United States are fed to live stock animals. Meanwhile about one billion people chronically suffer from hunger and starvation. Limiting our consumption of meat  is one simple way each of us can contribute to  limiting climate change and easing world hunger.

And finally next month I receive my Doctor of Ministry Degree from Knox Theological Seminary, and I grieve the end of my academic career. I have always loved being on campus, studying, being tested, it has always been a means of building my self-esteem. I grieve the friends I have met, who have challenged me, fought with me, and loved me for me.  That will change. And in some ways getting this degree signals for me changes in my own journey and  to a new beginning in ministry, for my ministry is who I am, and it will be what I will do the rest of my life. 

So I grieve, and it is a painful grief,  but I rejoice as well in the Risen Christ who journeys with me, and who journeys with all who open their hearts to him.

Deo Gratias! Thanks be God!

Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min. candidate, D.S.T.

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164


Vox Nova is pleased to share the following guest post by Tom Johnson, a Catholic Worker from Dubuque, Iowa, USA.

I have been torn during this presidential election year. As a Catholic Worker, I agree in principle with the movement’s aims and means that the vast size of the U.S. Federal Government makes it “government by nobody”i and, its function as “an effective political forum for redressing grievances, next to impossible.”ii

Then came Bernie Sanders, whose message of economic equality and revolution promised what sounded a lot like Peter Maurin’s “new society within the shell of the old.”iii I felt “the Bern” and became involved.

The presidential campaign system, however, already biased toward the Establishment of the wealthy and seasoned with dirty tricks, rendered its foregone conclusion. I was swayed by the advice that “voting for the lesser of two evils is still voting for evil.” I therefore could not bring myself to vote for either of the candidates, whose policies, to me seemed equally evil.

“But,” I have asked myself more than once, “where can I run from such evil? Where or what is that system which allows principled, compassionate government? Is holding to my principles an excuse for doing nothing?”iv Is it possible for a radical Christian, a Catholic Worker, to live morally, responsibly, and effectively within the current society? What spiritual attitudes and behaviors are required?

“The Aims and Means of the Catholic Worker”v advises the adoption of nonviolence, practicing the works of mercy; doing manual labor; and voluntary poverty. Regarding nonviolent sociopolitical action, it advises:

Jesus taught us to take suffering upon ourselves rather than inflict it upon others, and He calls us to fight against violence with the spiritual weapons of prayer, fasting and noncooperation with evil. Refusal to pay taxes for war, to register for conscription, to comply with any unjust legislation; participation in nonviolent strikes and boycotts, protests or vigils; withdrawal of support for dominant systems, corporate funding or usurious practices are all excellent means to establish

I would further recommend – particularly for those who are upset by the current administration of the Empire – the practice of contemplation, a mystical form of prayer slightly distinct from meditation. Contemplation, or Centering Prayer, which leads one away from what Alan Watts describes as our artificial “system of words and symbols”vii to what is real, the world as it actually exists. In other words, we stop looking at our human-made map and regard the scenery, the world as it is.

Contemplation allows us to “Be still and know that I am God!”viii; that God is ultimately responsible and capable, not me or any other human being or system. It reminds us:

For just as from the heavens
the rain and snow come down

And do not return there
till they have watered the earth,
making it fertile and fruitful,

Giving seed to those who sow
and bread to those who eat,

So shall my word be
that goes forth from my mouth;

It shall not return to me void,
but shall do my will,
achieving the end for which I sent it.

It helps me to realize that God’s creative work, although yet unfulfilled, is nevertheless evolving toward wholeness, and with my/our cooperation, God’s reign of justice will indeed prevail.

AnchorWhen I act politically with the confidence that God’s justice will indeed be accomplished someday, I can choose more calmly and proactively, per principle rather than expedient or knee-jerk reactions.

Strangers and sojourners though we may be as we make our life’s journey as subjects of the American Empire, we may travel in the certainty that God will lead us to the Promised Land of justice.


Fast For Life

April 13, 2017



Today is Holy Thursday. This morning  Sean, nineteen, called me.  I met him, and he had been crying, and looked worn out.  He said he hated to ask me, but he had not eaten in two days. As we sat at a restaurant, he brightened, food does wonders.  And my thoughts  turned to all the acts of death we experience in our society and turn a blind eye to:  war, child trafficking, discrimination of race, creed, religion, sexual orientation.  These are all real–and they are very real in our country–hunger in San Francisco, one of the wealthiest cities in the world, racial, ethnic, sexual orientation  discrimination –in San Francisco, –and throughout our country.

Today sitting with Sean tore my heart to shreds. He acted out at a youth shelter and was kicked out, he was afraid to go to the soup kitchens because first of all he is young, slight, and  secondly he is fearful because he is transgender. 

The truth is Sean should not have to come with his tail tucked between his legs to have to ask me for food–food, housing, health insurance should be his without question.

The next twenty four hours I am going to Fast for Life–I will not eat until 2:00 p.m. tomorrow–and than eat one meal a day from hence forth.  For what I realized is how privileged, and smug I am.  Even in the worst times of my life I have never gone hungry, never not had health insurance, never not had a  place to stay. I have always been the white hustler who could hustler what was  needed. I have always been the privileged white male, with his education, and access to privileged. And I am a smug  bastard, for none of us are privileged, we are just lucky sperm. This has hit me hard seeing Sean, seeing people in tents and under card board on the streets in the rain.

We remember in the  next three days the crucifixion and resurrection  that speaks loud and clear that Jesus of Nazareth values each one of us, uniquely, for who we are, he loves us without exception, and he calls each of us to love one another. Jesus has made all of us privileged and calls each of us to value the other as privileged. 

My invitation to each person who reads this is to feed one person you meet on the street, give them some money, or simply talked to them, listen to them, treat them as privileged–and do so without judgment!

Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.S.T., D.Min. candidate

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164


The Sacred Space

April 12, 2017


On Good Friday as we  we walk through the Tenderloin many of us will be nervous, on guard, and we will see a mixture of people–well dressed business men and women, techies , and than  drug users, and the homeless. We will see people suffering from mental illness, and from the effects of living on the streets for many years.  And than after dark it will become a place of drug selling and using. For me this is Sacred Space.

Across the street at the Supreme Court Building I have vigiled against the death penalty for years, mostly alone. I have been spit upon, and threatened, and have had people share of their pain over loved ones being murdered, or who are on death row. That is Sacred Space.

Around the corner is a Park for children, and many years ago there was a needle exchange there on Thursday nights, and it was there that I was stabbed by a needle with blood, from which I was infected with malaria, that haunts me to this day–and which reminds me of how fragile life is, and the pain of so many–it is sacred space.

As we go up the street we will see the places that provide food, and clothing, and medical care to so many homeless people–that is Sacred Space.

Two weeks ago I held a young man in my arms as blood drained from his body late one night after being stabbed at Golden Gate and Hyde–that is Sacred Space.

The Tenderloin for over twenty years has reminded me that Christ is crucified here hourly, and for that reason it is Sacred Space. So as we walk through these streets, I encourage you to keep silent, use the rosary or the pin I am giving you, and meditate on the lives of people who suffer here. As we walk I urge you to pray “Lord have mercy,” listening in your mind to the words of the hymn “Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”

These Stations today mark the Sacred Space of life and death, and of the hope of resurrection. This is not a fun walk, this is not a worship experience for ourselves alone, it is bringing the reality of these Sacred Spaces alive in our  midst today. It is for us to feel the crucifixion that happens on the the streets every day, and know that we are in Sacred Space.

This Sacred Space is created by Jesus.  Not the Jesus of our church sanctuaries where we sit comfortably, and talk to our friends,  not the lily white Jesus of our art, or the Jesus who is above our humanity, beyond our flesh and blood, but the brown, Jewish Jesus, who washed the feet of his disciples, and in so doing reminded them that it is in the dirt of humanity they are  called to serve, and in so doing wash the feet of Jesus.  Jesus creates Sacred Space out of the worst, and the dirtiest.

And in the Jesus of Good Friday we have the ultimate pledge of God to humanity–the pledge to love us until the end of time, and calling each of us to be  the broken body of Christ.

These days I remember my first District Superintendent, E.W. Bartley, who died recently at the age of a hundred. He gave me my first church as a seventeen year old snotty nose kid, and he gave me a quote that has guided my life:

“Life is not to be neat, tidy, well put together, but an adventure to be lived, and when we slide into home base at the end we  will be , saying, “What a ride, what a ride!”

I continue the journey, and I continue it in the Sacred Space, and I invite my friends, my enemies, my colleagues  to join me on this journey, and to join me on Good Friday as we come together to walk the Stations remembering our call to walk with the hungry, the disenfranchised, the poor, the homeless, the abused, and those on death  row and their victims and to continue  their journey until they slide into home base saying, “What a ride! What a ride!


April 14, 2017

City Hall: Polk and McAllister



Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min. candidate, D.S.T.

P.O. Box 642656

Temenos Catholic Worker

Franciscans Against the Death Penalty



Speak Up

April 11, 2017

Queer Stations of the Cross


We are moving towards the cross.

This year we are especially aware of that journey. Arkansas is getting ready to have a “mass execution” in April. Recently one of the condemned was denied clemency:

‘This past Friday, The Arkansas Parole Board unanimously denied the petition for clemency of Jack Harold Jones Jr, one of seven inmates on Death Row scheduled for execution in a ten day period at the end of this month. Jones joins four other inmates who have filed for clemency and were denied by the Parole Board. Yesterday, lawyers representing all seven inmates with execution dates between April…”

I invite you regardless of your religious persuasion to come and remember these inmates, and remember all who are on death row facing execution, remember Dylan Smart who has been sentenced to death, and remember their victims.

I invite you to write to the Governor of Arkansas (go on the web for the address) and protest the executions.

Let pray that all in the decision making process have an awareness of their  humanity in their decisions.

Fr. River Damien Sims, D.S.T., D.Min. candidate

Franciscan’s Against the Death Penalty


Tenderloin Stations of the Cross

Friday, April 14, 2017

Begin at City Hall Polk Street Side/McAllister and Polk

12 Noon


By his wounds, we PAY ATTENTION Pay attention to what happens in the next few days. Pay attention to what goes on around you and within you. Pay attention to the water on your feet and the roughness of the towel in your hand. Pay attention to the softness of the bread and the sting of the wine in your throat. Pay attention to the brusqueness of the kiss and the splinters of the cross. Pay attention to the coldness of the tomb and the terror that clutches your heart. Pay attention to the brightness of the dawning light and the life that bursts forth. – Br. James Koester Matthew 26:14-25–Wednesday, April 12, 2017 Rachel Carson ————————————————————————— Yesterday afternoon I was headed into Walgreens, and there was a black middle aged man in a wheel chair. He asked me to buy him an item in order for him to change his diapers. As I came out he was surrounded by a group of young men and women, who were well dressed, and they were making fun of him, calling him a baby among other things, and telling him he needed to leave Polk Street. As I stepped in between the man and the younger people– in their eyes what I saw was not hate, but fear- fear of aging, fear of illness, fear of homelessness. And those fears turned them into Judas. We need to pay attention to our fears for our fears make us Judas, they make us betrayers of Jesus. The Anima Christi reminds me each day that each of us has the capacity to be Christ or to be Judas. We must continually remind ourselves of the wounds of Jesus. Jesus’ wounds also serve as a resting place for us. “Within your wounds hide me” speaks of uniting our own wounds to those of Jesus. By placing ourselves within his wounded side, hands, and feet, our own wounds become known, transformed, and healed. When I prayed with the image of Jesus being scourged, part of me desired to take a blow so that Jesus would not have to take so many. But Jesus was insistent that he cover me with his own body and take the suffering upon himself. We might want to shelter Jesus, but it is Jesus who takes on human suffering, and so shelters us from suffering and the consequences of sin. Knowing that God comes to be with us in our suffering is also what allows us to go and to be with other people in theirs. We cannot always alleviate others’ pain by removing it from them, but we can faithfully remain present to them so that they are not alone. What Jesus does for us becomes mirrored in what we can then go out and do for others. What we receive in love, we can then go on to give. ——————————————————————- Anima Christi Soul of Christ, sanctify me. Body of Christ save me. Blood of Christ inebriate me. Water from the side of Christ, wash me. Passion of Christ, strengthen me. O Good Jesus, hear me. Permit me not to be separated from you. From the wicked foe, defend me. At the hour of my death, call me. and bid me come to you. That with your saints I may praise you. For ever and ever. Amen. Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.S.T., D.Min. candidate P.O. Box 642656 San Francisco, CA 94164 415-305-2124

April 11, 2017

By His Wounds We Wonder

April 10, 2017

Queer Stations of the Cross.jpg

Jo Jo.jpg



Tuesday, Holy Week, 2017

Isaiah 49:1-6; John 13:21-38

Fr. George Zabelka

“Communion with Christ can not be established on disobedience to his clearest teachings.”

By his wounds, we WONDER

Why do those who speak the truth, who champion the cause of the poor, who offer hope to the downtrodden, so often become the targets of insults, persecutions, and violent attacks? We wouldn’t expect it to be this way, but so often it is. Perhaps it makes sense, then, for God’s Servant to enter into the dark rhythms of the human condition; perhaps it’s the only way they can be challenged and undone, once and for all.

– Br. David Vryhof

Society of Saint John the Evangelist

Shakespeare noted in As You Like It,  that “All the world’s a stage, and all men and women are merely players.” Holy Week is not past events, but is a dynamic play in the chaos of our lives. Life is unpredictable, Eucharist and betrayals are common.  Our imagination is a gift that helps us to create the anticipation of Easter Sunday.

Our picture is entitled: “Stations of the Cross: LGBTQ Struggle for Equality,” we see the continued struggle of the LGBTQ community to find equality and acceptance. Our photo of “Jo Jo” shows her continued struggle for equality as a Transgender person. The Stations of the Cross continues on our city streets, in our ghettos, in our rural areas where poverty and discrimination are  rampant. The Stations of the Cross continues through out the world where there is war and poverty and discrimination.  Like it or not our lives are chaotic, we try to bring order, but chaos surrounds us. We can try to hide, but ultimately we can never hide. I was out on Polk this morning and 36 year old Sam approached me simply out of his mind, angry. He comes from a good family, hooked on drugs, and his family has done everything; 50 year old Jim asking how to get rid of the birds on the room of his room–thinks if they are gone the “demons” in his head will be gone.  We can run, but we can not hide.

It is in love of one another, and  of our forgiveness of each other  that Easter comes forth. There is a young guy who was hanging out with me, and a person who knew me, said, “Is it he not the one that stabbed you last year?” And Jamie said, “Oh yea, but he forgave me.”  And I did, but it was difficult. We must forgive in order to find wholeness in our lives. The story of Easter is the story of forgiveness and love. It is the story of a God who loves us despite ourselves, who forgives us. The call of Easter is to bring Easter to other people.

The call of Easter is to feed the hungry, forgive those who have wrong you, to provide housing for those without, to comfort the dying, to love each other for their humanity–not because of race, gender, sexual orientation or their economic status. Easter comes as each one of us loves and forgives. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!


Fr. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.S.T., D.Min. candidate

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164