In The Cross of Christ I Glory


In the Cross of Christ I Glory”

“For a thousand years in your sight are but as yesterday when it is past, or as a watch in the night.

You sweep them away with a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning: in the morning it flourishes and is renewed; in the evening it fades and withers.” Psam 90:4-4 (EV)


Through the years we have had a couple of thousand memorial services, two in the the last month, and in each service we  lift up the reminder they will not be forgotten, but are  God’s dream,  awaiting  the day when we live in Zion–flourishing like o strong redwoods and sequoias.

As I look back during this anniversary week we remember the words of my first therapist at Kaiser, our  first month in town:

“Your life will be like a person standing in the middle of a railroad track with twenty three trains coming at you at one time.”

And so it has been, and when asked if it has all been worth the pain, I remember the words of my friend Christopher, 32, from Portland, whom I have known since he was 14. We became friends when I was in Portland to preach, and through the years we have bloodied each other, he has called me every name in the book, in his adolescent and young adult struggles,  I planted my feet in the ground, and stayed,   he is now married with two kids, works for Progressive Insurance, and shared his feelings towards me:

“Being my Jesus here on earth. Ever present, opened arms of compassion.”

We wear on our left hand a Gucci ring, symbolic of being a “bro” with seventeen year old, Aaron who has walk with me the past two years through depression, surgery and pain, and I walk with him in his struggles. He has stuck with me through one of the worst times of my life. We are bros.

I was once told that we had the ability to open our lives in away where we let people in, and they into theirs, thus setting me up to be an excellent counselor, yet in  for a lot of pain. I have never stopped doing that.

In the end my goal is to be like the Velveteen Rabbit:

Wasn’t I real before?” asked the little Rabbit.

“You were real to the Boy,” the Fairy said,

“Because he loved you. Now you shall be real to everyone.”. .He didn’t mind how  he looked to other people, because the nurery magic had made him Real, and when you are real shabbiness doesn’t matter.” Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit.

My prayer is that the deaths of those who have gone before me and my death will quoting Fr. Henri Nouwen be the sending forth of God’s love.

  “The great mystery is that all people  who have lived with and in the Spirit of God participate through the deaths in the sending of the Spirit. God’s love continues to be sent to us, and Jesus death continues to bear fruit through all whose is like his death for others.” Fr. Henri Nouwen. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!


You are cordially Invited to Attend

the 25th Anniversary celebration of Temenos Catholic Worker


the Night of October 5, at 6:30 p.m.

at St.Luke’s Episcopal Church

1755 Clay Street

San Francisco, CA

A Dinner of

Slow Cooked Brown Sugar Ham

Cranberry Orange Chicken

Vegan Corn Chowder




will be served

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

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164


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