Dirt Under Our Fingers!


Matthew 10:1-7

We all have dirt under our fingers. When Jesus was raised from the dead, he was dirty, he had dirty under his fingers. We are human beings who strive to do better, but we constantly fail–we want our on way, we demand, and we hurt, and we try.  There are resurrections each day, but like Lazarus we die again, only until all is brought to wholeness in Christ do we truly rise from the dead.

Last night late I received a phone call with a strange voice saying: “You m.. f loving the fags, and the murderers, that ain’t right, you need to die,” or something like that. I lay there awake the rest of the night and the only thought that came through my mind was that as we move through our days we need to try to live out the words of St. Francis (the words attributed to him) to the best of our  abilities, for I know I am a screw up, and I have dirt under my fingers and I can try:

“Lord, make me and instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness light; where there is sadness, joy. O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life. Amen.

Fr. River Damien Sims, D.Min,.

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164



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