Greetings from Gubbio!  In this e-newsletter, meet Robert who has been working with us for three months, offer your suggestions for a speaker series or host a breakfast, and read a poem/prayer written about the Gubbio Project.

Happenings: We received over 400 very much needed hats, scarves, and gloves from three different groups and individuals (Jackie, Basil, and the Women's Knitting Group at St. James Catholic Church in Petaluma).  We hosted two mini-retreats on homelessness for the 4-8th graders at DeMarillac Academy.  Last week, we averaged 82 people sleeping on the pews and the floor each day, referred over 90 people to services, and sat down to breakfast with 25 of our guests.  

In gratitude for you and for our neighbors!  Happy Holy Days - Laura

Meet Robert



Robert Belch is our new Hospitality Monitor.  He comes to us from Clean City and brings extensive experience in working and communicating with those who struggle with substance abuse and mental health issues.  He's got a great sense of humor and a wealth of information on services in the area.  Originally from Pennsylvania, Robert has been living in San Francisco for the past 7 years. 
 
 
Get Involved

Send Ideas for Speaker Series

Gubbio plans to host a Speaker Series in the Spring.  Speakers will be addressing either: "Transforming Faith Communities" or "What is Church?"  If you have an idea for someone who would be a powerful speaker on the topics, or someone that you would like to hear, let us know by responding to this e-mail with your suggestion.  
 

Host a Breakfast
 
The Gubbio Project is currently preparing, serving, and sharing breakfast with 20-25 of our guests every 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Friday.  If you or your group would like to host a  breakfast on a 1st or a 5th Friday, let us know!  
St. Boniface in the Tenderloin

Jesus doesn't smell of beeswax,
plaster statues, or polished wood.
In this Franciscan church,
Jesus smells of unlaundered clothes,
of smelly socks,
of sun-dried perspiration,
of soiled shoes, of urine and used underwear.
He smells of last night's dinner,
of stale beer,
of cigarette smoke and marijuana.
Here one smells poverty and weariness,
one smells not enough sleep
and lack of privacy,
and one smells the great, humble efforts
of pride and human dignity.
My mouth fills with sweetness
for the smell of God envelops me.
There is no neeed for incense
to carry my prayers to heaven.
God is here. 

February 9, 2004
(c) Hector Lee
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