I’m Still Here

It was a chilly mid-April evening—Holy Thursday—when I arrived at the corner of 16 and Mission. I had just finished a full day at Stanford Hospital and driven straight from Palo Alto. As I stepped out of my car, the wind cut through my sweater, and I wondered for a moment if I’d even find the gathering. The Mission was alive, bustling with movement, noise, color, and clamor. But before long, I spotted my colleagues setting up for San Francisco Night Ministry’s 6 PM bilingual Open Cathedral service.

This was my first time attending the Thursday night service. Compared to the quieter feel of Sunday’s Open Cathedral at UN Plaza in the Tenderloin, the scene at 16th and Mission felt like sacred chaos. The city didn’t pause for us: buses groaned, conversations in Spanish spilled into the square, a police cruiser idled close by. At one point, someone attempted to walk off with part of the Night Ministry setup, only to be gently but firmly stopped by members of the congregation.

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