Revisiting

Revisiting

I’m reminiscing the day when I moved to San Francisco from the idyllic town of Danville, California.  I wrote this after one of my first adventures exploring the city in 2013. And what I think about it now that I’ve moved back to the suburbs. . . . . . . ....
Dust and Breath

Dust and Breath

  This city of San Francisco, of which I live,  intimidates me.  Walking down Market Street near the Financial District, the black suits and the black heels intimidate me.  These are men and women with hard fought careers that have landed them in glass towers....
Poverty has a name.

Poverty has a name.

Thornton. Anna. Hahn. And poverty has a story.  One that most of us don’t know. A few Sundays ago my San Francisco church, EpicSF, cancelled in-house church and took the service to the streets.  To the streets of San Francisco that led to the Tenderloin.  Even...
The Hidden Homeless

The Hidden Homeless

Homelessness has a federal definition.  It is “a person who lacks a fixed, regular and adequate nighttime residence or one who has a primary nighttime residence that is a supervised shelter designed to provide temporary living accommodations.”  However the Hidden...
San Francisco and Mary Tyler Moore

San Francisco and Mary Tyler Moore

I felt I should go to the San Francisco Public Library. I thought it in my head then I heard a mention of this very library on the radio then Mark Driscoll mentioned a library in his sermon. So I went to see why God may be leading me there. I walked down Market...