Finding God In the Margins

May 21, 2019

Reflections on Finding God In the Margins

by Carolyn Curtis James

    We awoke from a dream with warm feelings this morning. We were asleep, and in the room next door our friend Matt was playing loud music, my door opens and he walks  into the room and finds our  laundry money and as he takes some of the money,  reaches out  giving us a big hug,  and  looking into his deep blue eyes, we felt really safe, loved  and at home; Our  door  opens and our five other friends circle us laughing, hugging, and just caring. They are not blue-eyed, one set of parents comes from Columbia and Guatemala, the others are of Mexican descent. When we are driving around together we are well aware that there is no danger of being stopped with the blue-eyed one in the car; with the brown eyed one’s, there are chances we will be stopped. The blue eyed one’s mother has never been questioned if she has a job; one of the brown eyed  one’s mother was asked at a school meeting if she was on government aid, when in reality she works in a hospital on the surgical wing; and so the list goes on and on. We were  in a restaurant recently with two of our  friends, and a woman asked us  as we moved towards the restroom, “Are they illegal?” We responded, “Are you?” and moved on. Our  blue eyed friend would never have received  that response. We  never take our  brown-eyed friends to a town north of us after eleven at night, because the chances are one in three we will be stopped, with my blue-eyed friend, never happens.

    The truth is all of us are immigrants, our nation is made up of immigrants, and we immigrants are the ones who pushed the Native Americans off the grid. We are all “foreigners”.

    In Finding God in the Margins, we read:

    “For many refugees, if they have any dreams at all, their only dream is of returning to their homeland.  However deep those longings may be, thoughts of returning home inevitably are a cauldron of mixed feelings–a sense of relief at the prospect of home, of the familiar, of shedding the “foreigner” label, and of belonging, accompanied by uncertainty and dread at what “home” will look like, who will be missing, and how much of their former life will be destroyed.

    So far, the twenty first century has been a gut-wrenching education on what life is like for refugees. Terrorism, bombings, civil wars, and the accompanying threat of starvation as food supplies are cut off have driven millions of refugees away from home in a desperate, often fatal quest for sanctuary. Whole cities have been reduced to rubble. Communities have been dismantled. Civilian casualties are in the hundreds of thousands. Countless friends, relatives, and neighbors are gone forever. The Mediterranean Sea has become a watery graveyard of thousands of unmarked graves. . . p.26″.

    This book brings home the plight of our national and world crisis, but more importantly this book calls  us of all faiths to look deeper within ourselves, and rather than see national or political boundaries open ourselves to the boundaries  of God–all loving,  all caring, seeing no political boundaries.  This book calls us to view our own racism, our own fears, and place them in the hands of God, and let us become one people. And as one people to share of our wealth, so that all might be fed, clothed, have health care, and housing. This book calls us to see all borders as false, and move to openness.  This book calls us to move out of our comfortability and  care for those on the margins, so that we will have no margins. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

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

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164


Logs and Splinters

May 20, 2019

“Splinters and Logs”

John 14:21-26

    In our Gospel today we hear of Jesus talking about love and caring for our neighbor, and we see hear of Judas==”not the Iscariot”, for the “Iscariot” is the one who fell into the sin of betrayal. The truth is all of us sin in that we do not love our neighbor’s, and in  judging others.

    I attended a “Ramadan Interfaith  Event” last night. We came together as brothers and sisters who share the same God, as one’s who reach out in love; we had police security because of fear.

At my table there were two individuals who looked at me, seeing my collar, and would make snide remarks, about “ALL priests being sexual predators”, repeatedly, and than turn away. One of their  friend’s  told me, “they  can not  help it they are atheist’s  and people mistreat them.” It is time that we take responsibility for our actions.

    As I sat there, keeping my mouth shut-I was exhausted by the end of the night–I thought of Father Louie Vitalie, and Fr. John Dear whom I am going to hear tonight. Both are courageous men who have faced persecution, and threats on their lives because of their positions on peace, homelessness, and being ecumenical; I thought of a priest who ran a home for people with AIDS here in San Francisco,  many years ago, people who had no where to go; I think  of the thousands of priests across the world who live in poverty, put their lives’ on the on the line every day of their lives; and as one of the persons, in their seventies , followed me to my car, making veiled threats, I turned around and looked in their  eyes and said very firmly: ” I have taken your verbal abuse, and now I feel threatened, for three hours, and what I  have to say is this, I have spent all of my adult life as a priest, I have suffered, almost died, been slandered, my reputation always on the line, but I have tried to serve Jesus, and there are millions now, and before who do the same. And so my words to you are to look into your own eyes and take the log out before you try to take the splinters out of mine , and my brothers and sisters in ministry.” and I stepped  into the car and drove away.

    It is time that we begin to take the “logs” out of our own eyes, and remember the words of Clement of Alexander, “There is but one River of truth, but many streams pour into it, from this side and from that,” and see our differences as but a sign of God’s celebration of our lives; and to see that people in all professions, and all aspects of life commit the “sin” of not loving our neighbors in the worst of ways, and our responsibility is to route  out that sin in justice, but with mercy, and live our lives in service to the best of our responsibility.

“I am a priest forever in the order of Melchizedek.” Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

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

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164



Where Heaven Is

May 18, 2019


Where Heaven Is!

John 14:7-14

    Fr. Larry Rosebaugh (1935-2009) was murdered on this date in Guatemala by masked gunmen. He lived a life of resistance participating in destroying draft files as one of the Milwaukee 14; He worked with young AIDS victims, and he lived on the streets, dumpster diving, giving us the message:

“The frustration of dire poverty doesn’t really impress until we become utterly impoverished. The pains of hunger become real to us only when they are ours. In the meantime, we can only try to put ourselves in the place of such victims and attempt to alleviate some frustration and pain.”

    Margery Kempe reminds us: “Wherever  God is found that is where heaven is,” and God is found in the midst of the poor, the hungry, the homeless.  We want to find heaven, all we have to do is look on our streets, and attempt to “alleviate some frustration and pain.”


“To hear the voice of Jesus is to hear the voice of love calling to the very depths of our hearts, for God is love. The voice of love speaks, not to our fears, but to our hopes, not to our anger, but to our dreams. Love is the voice of hope and of possibility. But as is its nature, love not only shouts from the mountain tops, it also hangs on the cross and whispers our names at dawn.”

-Br. James Koester

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

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164



Take the Anti-Imperialist Pledge!

by Cindy Sheehan & Jack Balkwill

The thing that tends to hold us back when it comes to making a better country and a better world is the elephant in the room corporate media never sees: The Empire.

It costs over one trillion dollars to maintain an empire, particularly when that empire goes against the interests of the majority of the people in the nation and most of the people on the planet. We spend ourselves into deep red ink on The Empire while supporters of The Empire implore us to cut what little is beneficial to the people of the nation and the world. For example, President Trump has asked that we cut things like Medicare and Social Security while simultaneously increasing “defense” spending and cutting taxes on the rich.

We invite all voters in the United States to join us in dumping The Empire in the 2020 election. If a candidate insists on supporting The Empire, we pledge to not give them our vote or any campaign donations.

Thanks to the obscene cost required by The Empire, the United States is the only industrialized country without a medical care system for its people, allowing thousands to die each year for lack of medical care. The United States drags its feet when it comes to environmental responsibilities because its wealth is not spent on wind turbines and solar panels—but on The Empire alone.

The purpose of The Empire is to intimidate the world into toeing the line to laissez faire capitalism which benefits the plutocrats at the expense of the 99 percent. If The Empire were gone, the majority of the Earth’s inhabitants would be far better off with considerably more freedom, democracy, prosperity, peace and environmental sustainability. Unbeknownst to many, the U.S. Military Industrial Complex can arguably be accused of being the biggest environmental danger on the planet.


To dismantle The Empire will mean to:

  1.  End all of the wars.
  1.  Shut down all of the overseas military bases.
  1.  Bring all of the troops home.


But this will not be easy.

For those who don’t see the problem, perhaps this will help: A recent survey of 21 Organization for Economic Co-operation and Development nations revealed that 68% of the respondents want to tax the rich to help the poor. This is a universal desire that, decade after decade, goes unaddressed. What more could prove that we do not have democracies but plutocracies?

However, the rich have had their taxes decreased for 70 years—decade after decade.

Despite mainstream media screaming that our economy is booming, homelessness has increased for two years running.

The majority of people want peace, but we get war. The majority of people want universal health care, but we get the deaths of thousands from a lack of health care. The majority of people want no or low-cost access to quality education but, we get horrible public education and prohibitively expensive university. We do not have anything remotely resembling a democracy. For those who think we have a republic, in a real republic there are representatives of the people who address the problems of the people, and that is not happening here.

At March on the Pentagon, we encourage you to sign a pledge to dump The Empire in next year’s election. We invite you to withhold your vote until a candidate pledging to cut defense spending, end one or more wars, and close military bases abroad joins the playing field.

While, as a non-partisan organization, we do not endorse or support any particular candidate, we hope to educate and inform like minded Americans of their options when it comes to each candidate’s stance on wars and US imperialism.

We invite you to sign the pledge below and check back soon to see our shareable 2020 candidate scorecards!

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May 17, 2019


Cale and AnthonyGenerosity

John 14:1-2: “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. .

John 13:34-35: “A new commandment I give to you. that you love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”

    In my imagination I see that the “rooms” that Jesus refers to are not a physical place but the largeness of God’s presence, a generosity of love available to everyone. A welcoming space where no one is excluded.

    Peter Maurin, co-founder of the Catholic Worker, who was considered “weird,”,  but his weirdness was in the message he preached and proclaimed with every fiber of his body: “What we give to the poor for Christ’s sake is what we carry with us when we die.”

As we open our hearts, minds, and souls we find our love and care for others, and in so doing the more we give, the more we suffer with others, the greater largeness we carry in our relationship with God, even unto death.

    Homelessness is on the increase every where, one in four people go with out food each day, mental illness is  not being treated, and the only solution is if we all open our hearts and our minds, and our pocket books in love, and give. The answer is not with our government–but with each one of us. 

     This is the message that Peter Maurin preached, and that has been nearly a hundred years ago, and it still rings true. We find our experience with God in the largeness of our hearts, and in the giving we give to others. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

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

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164


A Reflection and Renewal

May 16, 2019


John 15:9-17

iAs the Father has loved me, jso have I loved you. Abide in my love. 10 kIf you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as lI have kept mmy Father’s commandments and abide in his love. 11 These things I have spoken to you, nthat my joy may be in you, and that oyour joy may be full.

12 p“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 13 qGreater love has no one than this, rthat someone lay down his life for his friends. 14 You are smy friends tif you do what I command you. 15 uNo longer do I call you servants,1 for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for xall that I have heard from my Father yI have made known to you. 16 You did not choose me, but zI chose you and appointed you that you should go and abear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that bwhatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you. 17 These things I command you, cso that you will love one another.

On this date in the mist’s of time it seems these days, I was confirmed in the United Methodist Church. I was twelve years old, it was one of the happiest day of my life, and three months later I felt my heart “strangely warmed” to use the words of John Wesley, and thus my calling to ministry, and as they say the rest is history.

    It was in the Church, and the ministry,  that I found the answer to the question raised by Emily Dickinson: “”I’m no body! Who are you? Are you nobody?” For in the Gospel as our Scripture tells we are loved, with a love that will not let us go, we are friends with Jesus, and we are called to love others in the same way. Ministry has never been a job, it is my calling. A calling that an old Black poem describes:

“Done made my vow to the Lord,

And I never will turn back,

I will go, I shall go

To see what the end will be.

Sometimes I’m up, sometimes I”m down,

See what the end will be,

But still my soul is heav’nly bound,

See what the end will be.”

It is a calling which leads me to put myself second to others in service to others. Ministry is not a “job” you retire from, but one in which you grow and develop. At my ordination my District Superintendent fondly shared with me these words: “You are like a piece of wood, a new piece of wood, and you begin to carve, to shape it, to create, you make mistakes, and you carve over them and the wood becomes more beautifully, ministry is painful, but as you shape your piece of art you will shine more brightly.” And so it has been, I make a hell of a lot of mistakes, but I grow, and I see the face of Christ more brightly.

I have  found the Church to be a dangerous place and very frightening at times, probably the most dangerous place on earth, because the cover of the Divine can be used to administer violence, after all  it is a human institution. As Dorothy Day once said: “The Church is a whore, but she is also our Mother,” and so ultimately I look for our Mother in individuals who show the love of God imperfectly, but are the love of God.

One night last week I spent hours listening to a teen who had been rejected, judged, by his church–one of the most progressive churches in the country, but again we are dealing with humans who do not share their inner feelings–over his sexuality, and simply him  being a young adult, because he did not fit the stereotypes (and believe me I know how that feels). He feels unsafe, and where that leads, only the future will tell. I do not wear all black when I am in clergy dress, I always wear colored shirts or mix up the colors of my pants if I wear black, because the all black attire symbolizes to many sexual and judgmental abuse. Frankly I do not feel comfortable being around male  clergy (or even middle age males,)  in black, unless they are women, from my own personal experience. The truth is the effects of abuse never goes away–we simply work with that experience  pain in our life, a major defacing  in our piece of wood we are carving and in the process beauty will come out of that pain. It never goes away.

And so on this day I renew my vows of baptism, “To accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior,” my vow at confirmation: “To be loyal to the Church,” and at ordination, “To Preach the Word, and Administer the Sacraments.”   And so I am still sloughing my way towards Galilee, as all of us do own our journey. I have much joy in my life, and the joy and thanksgiving for being in ministry knows no bounds. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

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



Book Review

May 12, 2019


on the Ultimate Goal of Living


By Jack Call

Jack Call describes the psychedelic experience with LSD in his book, and presents it as a means of being open to all and is a way of religious experience that gives you a broader understanding of the faith and life. He believes that it helps believers come into touch with the heart of the Gospel: “Thou shalt love the Lord your God, with all of your  heart, your mind and your strength, and your neighbor as yourself.”

A number of years ago I had a sixteen year old friend who begged me to take him to Burning Man, his mom was giving us money, and I had a job as a Chaplain for a “Getting High for Jesus” Group, which paid the tickets. What never occurred to me was they would expect me to take LSD with them. I was nervous, but the my contract over ruled my fears.

My “trip” during our time together and the worship services that I conducted, was shall we say euphoric. What the author tells of feeling loving to everyone and experiencing the love was true. The Gospel of love taught by Jesus seemed real, and in those moments were a reality. It was a great experience, but only the one time. 

The experience fades, at and you return to your everyday feelings etc., and I believe a drug can not give you love of neighbor but only your experience in caring about your neighbor. 

This is a good book.


Book Review

May 11, 2019


Faith Lies  By Darrell Smith


Love, God by Deborah Simons Roslak

and Linda J. Orber

“After this many disciples turn3ed their backs and no longer walked with him. So Jesus said to the twelve ‘Do you want to go away to?’ Simon Peter answered him, “Lord where shall we go, you have the words of eternal life.” John 6:66-68

    Reverend Smith in Faith Lies challenges the ideas of fundamentalism, where the Bible is looked upon as the “literal Word of God.” He points out that taking the literal approach to the Bible is one in which we are afraid to look outside the box, and how destructive that approach is to ourselves, and others. When we take the Bible or any  philosophy, theory, or political concepts  literally we limit ourselves and set ourselves up as judge and jury. 

    The Great Commandment: ‘Thou shalt love the Lord your God with all of your strength, soul, and mind and your neighbor as yourself.” is the heart of the Gospel, and in doing so we live out the way of Jesus. To truly live, to truly grow, we need to open our minds and spirits to others with out judgment, and show love.

    Love, God,   is a book of what we commonly call devotions which  for me has become and invitation to God’s loving presence. We deepen our relationship with God through a centering on Scripture and writings of saints both living and dead who offers us an approach of non-judgment, and challenges us to open up  to people, to open to God, as a God with many faces. This is a book that I will continually use because it is one that brings comfort and hope.

    Both these books remind me of my call to ministry. Many times both yesterday and today I doubt my ministry, I doubt myself, but ultimately I come back to “Where else can I go?” “Who has the words of eternal life to eternal life.”  For me only Jesus, the Jesus of many faces!

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


San Francisco, CA 94164


May 10, 2019

Father River Damien Sims, 2019



Anniversary Sermon

On a hot humid Marin wood night last August we were   playing “Capture the Tiger” with some friends around 1’O Clock in the morning. As we ran from the woods  into a clearing, we stopped as a full moon opened up the darkness into a beautiful arcade of light, and we observed thousands of fire flies, climbing a ladder towards heaven. It was a magical moment!

A friend once asked me, “What is your legacy going to be?” and in those moments in the school yard in Marin Wood, our legacy was clarified, which together we share.

We see it in the faces of the thousands of young men and women whose lives we have encountered on the streets  of San Francisco. The fire flies will continue to swarm after we are gone, and like them we will pass on, but our legacy continues.

Darrell Smith reflects: “‘Clarity comes in living’.  If we really want to understand something–if we really want to get something inside us, we must be willing to live it out.” And watching those fire flies describes how we are living out our legacy. And this legacy has become your legacy as well..

First our legacy is that of a clown. Many times people laugh at us with curiosity as we wear a colored clergy shirt with jeans, or another style of pants, or wear a black clergy shirt with multi-colored pants, for we never  ever wear all black.  For us the collar is a symbol of our call to preach the Word, and Administer the Sacraments, but on the dark side for thousands, it is a symbol of sexual abuse, and darkness;, and yet  that collar is a symbol of the best in us, and our  desire is to remind others of that goodness. We are a clown in our everyday dress, for we have found that being a clown is what truly being diverse means. We are all different and so we need to celebrate our diversity.

Secondly, together we administer the Word and Sacraments. Each week on Wednesday, all of us as the living Great Cloud of Witnesses, join together in Golden Gate Park where as your representative we celebrate the Eucharist with homeless young men and women; every hospital bed we sit beside, every person who pours their heart out in pain to us, you are present, every memorial service, baptism, and wedding that is celebrated or conducted, your presence surrounds us. 

In the food we offer we are doing far more than simply giving a meal, we are preparing the Eucharist. For in preparation we pray the Eucharistic Prayer, and our food becomes the Body and Blood of Christ. Our food becomes the living Bread.

St. Francis was once asked “When do you preach the gospel?” and he replied, “I preach the Gospel, using as few as words as possible,”, and that is what we do, we preach with our actions, we preach with our presence late at night. We preach with being available twenty four hours a day.

Dallas Willard tells us: “No one has ever been argued into the Kingdom of God, We are loved there.” And we have found that as Carter Heyward says, “Vulnerability. . .is the willingness and ability to be seen as well as to see, to be touched as well as to touch. Vulnerability is the giving up of control.” We pray that we may be like the Velveteen Rabbit in the end to be so ragged that we are truly human, and one with Jesus in service.

Finally, the day will come, when we will pass on into eternity, our ashes will be placed in No. 45 in the St. Luke’s   columbarium  and in our present season it is either a blessing or curse to have that number, so you can argue over what it means for us  to be buried in that space and keep our  service   lively, and our legacy will continue in the fire flies of the thousands of lives we have touched, and the lives they will  touch.

Thank you for sharing this legacy with us, and thank you for tending to this fire fly on our journey.

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

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164


“For the Garden is the only place there is,

but you will not find it

Until you have looked for it everywhere

and found it no where that is not a desert.”

W.H. Auden

The Bread of Life

May 8, 2019

I Am the Bread of Life

John 6:35

“I am the bread of life, whoever comes to me shall not hunger, and

         whoever believes in me shall never thirst.

    Our ancestors are from the ape and monkey breed of animals. And as God works with us through our evolution we need always to be reminded  of our ancient ancestors, their humor, their ability to love, and their meanness and ability to destroy one another. Personally we find it a form of God’s greatest humor to create us as monkeys, and to let us evolve into loving caring humanity. We grow by inches, sometimes milometers, but we are always growing as we open our hearts and our lives to the loving presence  of  God. In the person of Jesus God gave everything to redeem us, and we killed  him, but Jesus rose, and in the Spirit , the Cosmic Christ God  continues to work with us, in our evolution.

    Dr. Will Tuttle writes:    

“The calling we hear today is the persistent call to evolve. It is part of a larger song to which we all contribute and that lives in our cells and in the essential nature of the universe that gives rise to our being.

It is a song, ultimately, of healing, joy, and celebration because all of us, humans and non-humans alike, are expressions of a beautiful and benevolent universe.

It is also a song of darkest pain and violation, due to our accepted practices of dominating, com modifying, and killing animals and people.”

    In the Gospel today Jesus is telling us that he is the eternal bread, the bread that feed our hungers, and our thirsts forever.  He offers us the hope of fulfillment in our lives as we grow into eternity. The  Gospel of Thomas has Jesus saying, 

“If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.”


So it is our choice to grow and develop and in doing so feeding the hungry within our midst, housing the homeless, giving health insurance for all, and respecting all people are signs that we are evolving into the creatures that our Divine Creator so desires. As Dorothy Day would tell us we grow  “little by little”, but each millimeter brings much joy and much closer to the Holy Trinity. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God@

Philip Workman Memorial Banquet

Thursday, May 9, 2019

12 Noon

Civic Center Plaza-Polk Street Side

Let us remember Philip who was executed on May 9, 2007, whose life was transformed, and gave vegetarian pizza to the homeless. He symbolizes the brutality of the death penalty.

There is a story told in ancient times of two men who wrestled each day, and when they were done, hugged each other, ate dinner together, and got up and wrestled the next day.  If you disagree with us, let us  wrestle together on this issue, and  than in the end, shake hands, eat a meal together, and get up and fight another day. There are no winners or losers, only people who are struggling.  And in our struggle we can come together and eventually meet in the center.

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

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164


Preparing Sandwiches at 4:00 p.m. at St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, 1755 Clay Street, come and join me.

The Red Rose

May 7, 2019


“Jesus said to them: ‘I am the bread of life, whoever comes to me shall not hunger, and whoever believes in me shall never thirst.” John 6:35.

I keep a red rose on my desk, and I have done this through the years because in Bible School, a Baptist Bible School, no less, I was taught that the red rose symbolizes the blood of Christ.   The message given was  that Christ died for me, he died that I might have life. He died to save me from my sins, all of my personal sins that is, so that I could go to heaven if I behaved in the right way (which meant I was going to hell, I have too many personal sins).  And through my high school and college years I started thinking about  what the rose symbolizes, and than seminary opened my eyes, and the experiences of my life and ministry have opened them wide.

            The red rose symbolizes that Christ died because the human beings around him rejected his message of love, of community, that the reign of God was in their midst. He was killed, murdered, for his message that humanity could live in unity, that humanity could live as equals, where everyone is fed, and their basic needs met of health care, and housing. Christ was murdered because he wanted all of us to live as brothers and sisters. And in living the reign of God on earth we move into the reign of God for all eternity.

    Jesus is being murdered everyday in our wars and our selfishness, but he has risen and as the Cosmic Christ tells us that he is stubborn, he still believes we can come together as brothers and sisters and care for each other.

     The Cosmic Christ calls us to work together in community, and be his hands, feet, eyes and hands, and bring the reign  of God into reality one by one in our own lives. Each person we feed, each time we raise issues with out government and all organizations, each person we clothe and provide housing for, Jesus is present. We start one by one and join in community.

    The Cosmic Christ is the bread of life. In embracing him we are fed, we never go hungry, and the red rose reminds all of us of the blood of Christ that continues to redeem humanity. Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

Philip Workman Memorial Banquet

Thursday, May 9, 2019

12 Noon

Civic Center Plaza Polk Street side

We are remembering Philip Workman on the day of his execution in 2007. He was a changed man, transformed by his faith. We are calling people to reject the death penalty, and join in the seamless thread of life.

Need help making pizza sandwiches, call me at 415-314-1859 or email me at if you would like to help on Wednesday.

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

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164