Most Holy Redeemer Catholic Church

Most Holy Redeemer Catholic Church Most Holy Redeemer Catholic Church is an inclusive Catholic community - all are welcome & belong!

Masses
Sat @ 5pm
Sun @ 8am, 10am, 6:30pm
Reconciliation by appointment only - don't hesitate to get in touch with the parish office

The Sadducees arrive with a riddle, not a question. They do not believe in resurrection, so they construct an elaborate ...
06/03/2026

The Sadducees arrive with a riddle, not a question. They do not believe in resurrection, so they construct an elaborate scenario meant to make it look absurd. Seven brothers, one woman, and a puzzle designed to end the conversation. But Jesus does not debate them. He reveals.

"He is not God of the dead but of the living."

That single sentence rewrites everything.

There is something of the Sadducee in each of us. A part that has made peace with what is dead. A grief settled in too long, a hope buried too many times to risk again, a wound we have stopped expecting to heal. We come to God not with open hands but with arguments for why resurrection is no longer possible in our particular case.

Jesus answers from the burning bush. God does not say "I was the God of Abraham." He says I AM. Present tense. The God who calls Himself by that name holds the patriarchs, and holds us, in living relationship right now. Death does not end what He has begun. The resurrection is not a doctrine to accept; it is a Person to encounter.

The Blood of Christ was poured out for exactly this: that nothing in us would remain dead forever. Not our failures, not our buried dreams, not the relationships we have given up on, not the faith we quietly abandoned. He is the God of the living, and He is not finished with you.

Bring Him what you have declared beyond repair.

Lord, where I have stopped believing, restore my hope. Where I have made peace with death, call me back to life. Send me out carrying Your resurrection into every corner of darkness I meet, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.

They came to trap Him, and He saw through every word of it. The question about the coin was never really about taxes. It...
06/02/2026

They came to trap Him, and He saw through every word of it. The question about the coin was never really about taxes. It was about allegiance, about who owns us, about where we place the deepest weight of our lives.

Jesus asks to see the coin. Whose face is on it? Now ask a harder question: whose image are you made in?

Not Caesar's. Yours is older, holier, and far more costly. You were fashioned in the image and likeness of God Himself, known before any empire named you, before any system measured your worth, before anything in this world told you who you were.

Catholic Social Teaching holds that civil life carries its own real dignity. We owe to it what it is rightly due: our participation, our responsibility, our care for the common good. But there is a prior claim, one that no government, no failure, and no wound can cancel.

What belongs to God? You do. All of you. The parts you offer freely and the parts you have hidden in shame. The doubt you have carried for years. The grief no one else has seen. The love you are still learning to give. None of it is outside His reach.

The Blood of Christ was not poured out for the easy cases. It was poured out for the ones who believed they were beyond it. Suffering is not wasted here. Brokenness is not disqualifying. It is precisely where mercy finds its work.

Give to God what belongs to God. Give Him yourself.

Lord, You made me in Your image, and I have often forgotten what that means. Reclaim what is Yours in me. Heal what has been broken by my choices and by the wounds of others. Form me into someone who holds nothing back from You, and who carries Your mercy outward to everyone I meet, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.

All is Holy - Pride Concert!
06/01/2026

All is Holy - Pride Concert!

There is something almost unbearable in this parable. The owner keeps sending. Servant after servant, beaten and turned ...
06/01/2026

There is something almost unbearable in this parable. The owner keeps sending. Servant after servant, beaten and turned away, and still he sends. Then his son. His beloved son. And we know how this ends.

God does not give up on us. Not when we ignore Him. Not when we wound His messengers. Not even when we refuse the Son. He keeps coming, keeps knocking, keeps hoping we will finally receive what was never truly ours to withhold.

The vineyard was always His. We are tenants, not owners. Everything we hold, our gifts, our time, our loves, has been entrusted, not granted outright. When we grasp these things as if they belong to us alone, we begin to act like those tenants: hoarding, resenting, ultimately destroying what we were made to tend and share.

The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone. The one they killed is the one on whom everything now rests. This is the great reversal of the Gospel. No rejection is final. No wound is wasted. Even the Cross, the most violent act of refusal in history, became the foundation of our redemption.

If you have rejected God, or feel rejected yourself, hear this: the Owner keeps sending. He has not stopped. He is reaching you even now.

Lord, forgive me for grasping what is Yours. Heal what my refusals have broken in me and in others. Make me a faithful steward of every gift You have entrusted to my care, and send me forth to tend Your vineyard with mercy and courage, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.

www.mhr.org/livestream The Solemnity of the Most Holy TrinityMay 31, 2026, 10:00 AM PDTAll music used in live-stream wit...
05/31/2026

www.mhr.org/livestream

The Solemnity of the Most Holy Trinity
May 31, 2026, 10:00 AM PDT

All music used in live-stream with permission from OneLicense.net A-706379

Parish Offering - We sincerely appreciate your ongoing financial support towards our ministries and expenses, which enables our small community to achieve great things. You can donate conveniently through various ways, including by text at (650) 262-0965, by dropping off at the parish office, mailing to 100 Diamond St, San Francisco, CA 94114, or through our website at mhr.org. Thank you for your generosity.

Prayer of Spiritual Communion - My Jesus, I believe that you are present in the Blessed Sacrament. I love you above all things and I desire you with all my heart. Since I cannot now receive you sacramentally, I ask you to come spiritually into my heart. I embrace you as if you were already there and unite myself to you completely. Please do not let me ever be separated from you. Amen.

Icon Painting Workshop
05/30/2026

Icon Painting Workshop

Jesus was hungry, and the fig tree had leaves but no fruit. The Temple had motion and commerce but no prayer. Both looke...
05/29/2026

Jesus was hungry, and the fig tree had leaves but no fruit. The Temple had motion and commerce but no prayer. Both looked alive. Neither was.

There is a kind of spiritual emptiness that wears the costume of fullness: the practice without the presence, the ritual without encounter, religion without the living God at its center. Jesus did not overturn the tables because He hated commerce. He overturned them because something holy had been buried beneath the noise.

He approaches what is fruitless in us with the same urgent love. Not to condemn, but to clear the ground where real life can grow.

The Temple, He said, was meant to be a house of prayer for all peoples. Not some. All. The poor, the stranger, the one who feels too broken or too far gone to enter. The Blood poured out at Calvary makes the same declaration: there is no one beyond the reach of this house.

Then He turns to prayer itself, the mountain-moving kind, rooted not in certainty about outcomes but in trust in the God who hears. Before that prayer is even possible, He says, we must first forgive.

Forgiveness is not a footnote in the spiritual life. It is the doorway.

Lord, clear away whatever in me has grown busy but barren. Restore in me a hunger for You alone. Give me faith that does not waver, and a heart willing to forgive as I have been forgiven, so that I may enter Your house and pray for all people with a love as wide as Yours, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.

Bartimaeus sits at the edge of the road, outside the crowd, outside the story. He has learned to make himself small. But...
05/28/2026

Bartimaeus sits at the edge of the road, outside the crowd, outside the story. He has learned to make himself small. But then he hears a name, and something in him refuses to be silent.

"Jesus, Son of David, have pity on me."

The crowd tries to silence him. They have decided he does not belong in this moment. But Bartimaeus cries out louder. His desperation is not weakness; it is a form of faith that does not perform itself, but simply will not let go.

And Jesus stops.

That is the moment. Not the healing, but the stopping. In the middle of a crowd, a journey, a mission, God pauses for one voice that most people wanted to quiet. This is who God is.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

Jesus already knows. But he asks. Because healing that bypasses our voice is not the same as healing that receives it. God invites us to name our need, not to inform him, but to dignify us in the asking.

Bartimaeus throws off his cloak, the only thing he owned, and runs toward the voice. He does not wait to be healed before he moves. That is faith.

What are you crying out for today? What need have you been told to silence? Throw off whatever holds you back. Jesus is already stopped. He is already asking.

Lord, I come to You with the need I have been afraid to name. Heal what is broken in me. Restore what I have lost. And when I can see again, give me the courage to follow You on the way, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.

Blanket Drive
05/27/2026

Blanket Drive

Jesus walked ahead of them on the road to Jerusalem. The disciples followed, amazed and afraid. He knew exactly what wai...
05/27/2026

Jesus walked ahead of them on the road to Jerusalem. The disciples followed, amazed and afraid. He knew exactly what waited for Him at the end of that road, and He went anyway.

James and John want the seats of honor. We might judge them, but we recognize ourselves in their asking. We want to matter. We want our sacrifice to count and our loyalty to be rewarded. This is not wickedness; it is humanity.

But Jesus does not give them what they want. He gives them something more costly and more real: the chalice.

The cup He speaks of is not a symbol. It is redemptive love poured out completely, the Blood that falls at Gethsemane, at the pillar, on the road to Golgotha. To share in His glory is to share in His self-emptying. There is no other way.

Greatness, in the Kingdom of God, is measured by how low you are willing to go. The Son of Man did not come to be served. He came to give His life as a ransom for many, including those who mocked Him while He gave it.

This is the mercy of the Precious Blood. It was not poured out for the worthy alone. It was poured out for all. It redeems not only our sins but our ambitions, our fears, and our desperate need to be first.

You are already known. You are already loved. Now go and serve.

Lord Jesus, You walked ahead into suffering so that I would never walk alone. Forgive my hunger for recognition and my fear of the cross. Give me the courage to serve without counting the cost, to love without seeking return, and to pour myself out for others as You poured Yourself out for me. Make me a vessel of Your mercy to all I meet, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.

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