As I have journeyed through the past years in San Francisco, I have come to see my life as a pilgrimage. For me, I am following Jesus into Galilee.
Each day as I walk the streets, I am on pilgrimage. I am on a journey with “Joker,” the twenty-year-old drug user and sex worker who was kicked out of his home because he was gay. I am on pilgrimage with the transgender friends who work Polk Street making money to survive and pay for their hormones. I am journeying with those who are very comfortable materially, but are so empty spiritually.
Each year I meet five or six hundred new people, and I walk with them for a part of their journey. Novelist and poet Michael Ondaatje expressed it well: