We are an intentional community of dreamers and instigators focused on seeing Love, Justice, Hope, Pleasure and Beauty becoming a reality for the economically poor and marginalized.
We do this arm in arm with likeminded individuals from all walks and faiths. We are passionate alchemists for change.
We are an intentional community of dreamers and instigators focused on seeing Love, Justice, Hope, Pleasure and Beauty becoming a reality for the economically poor and marginalized.
We do this arm in arm with likeminded individuals from all walks and faiths. We are passionate alchemists for change.
At Joe's we believe that it's easier to be good when you're hanging out with other people who are trying to be good. All of us carry with us the pains of our past, addictions and struggles, as well as our joys, our hopes and our dreams. Many who frequent Joe's are experiencing homelessness, mental illness, harmful substance use, and the basic struggle to pay the utility bills. We have found that life is better when we do it together. Here are some of the ways we do it:
Open coffee shop hours provide a safe, climate comfortable location to drink coffee, play cards, chat with other life journeyers or sit in a corner and read a book.
We eat breakfast (9:00) and lunch (12:30) together every day Joe’s is open.
Our Free Store (described below) is open on Wednesdays and Saturdays for those who want to share “stuff.”
Shower and laundry facilities are available to anyone who needs them.
Special events from free clinics to Thanksgiving Dinner happen throughout the year.
Joe's hosts a Community Garden where neighbors can help grow vegetables and can share in the harvest each year.
Sunday morning Community Gathering happens in Joe’s at 10:30am, for those who’d like to learn more about how to Love Each Other and Practice Nonviolence.
Once, I was helping a man to take this kind of test for a job at Home Depot. I read the questions and answers out loud to him, hoping that hearing it aloud would help him recognize the reverse aspect of some of the questions. After pausing a long while, he said, “I think they’re trying to trick me.”
From day to day, I never know who will show up or how many. Some days it’s a dozen. Other days 25 people gather to eat and connect. We check in on each other, notice who we haven’t seen in a few days, offer encouragement, and eat yummy food.
When the protests began, I knew I needed to listen, to read books on racism, to watch movies and documentaries, to hear the lived stories of black people and to sit with the awareness of racism and try to pay attention to where it is—not just in our society and in our systems, but in me.
One of our young #lovegang guys loudly complained, “Fruit in meat. That’s just not right. I don’t do fruit in meat.” I asked him if he had tried it before. He said, “I don’t need to try it. I know fruit don’t go in meat. My mom always made tuna salad . . .” and he went on to loudly proclaim what things belong in tuna salad.
As Brandon eats his chicken noodle soup, we put a hat on his head. Someone hands him a pair of those warm socks, and the new guy wraps a warm blanket around his shoulders. Snot drips from Brandon’s long nose.
(Excerpt from Beloved Chaos. “Chuck” died in his sleep on the back porch of Joe’s Addiction on May 24th, 2019. He died at home.)
The difference between this young man’s life and Drew Barrymore's in “50 First Dates,” is he has no supportive family to lovingly help him through each day. His father died years ago. His mother is an addict, who is suffering a long, slow, terminal illness.
A couple of minutes later, a Love Gang guy came to me and said, “I’m going out there. She just looked through the window with that ‘Rescue me’ look in her eye.”
They told him to load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and to empty them when they finished washing. Chuck is a bit OCD, and it bothered him that sometimes dishes came out with cooked-on-crusties.
a community of hope
a community of hope
Tues, Wed, and Fri 8am-4pm
Sat and Sun 8am-3pm
Closed on Mon and Thur
Emotional up and downswings caused by relational conflicts or life disappointments are magnified by the struggles of living outside in the sweaty heat, freezing cold, or soaking rain. Add mental illness and addiction and the fight to hold on to hope is desperate. Finding joy is a treasure.