Angel

This is Kristan or as we knew her, "Angel". She was a prostitute and she is the one that was found murdered the other night, thrown by a dumpster beside the Motel 6. This pic is from last Summer on midnight outreach.

The No Place Homeless breakfast team knew her well, she lived at the abandonded car lot where many homeless prostitutes lived, where the No Place team brought her breakfast every Wednesday.
She came to the Dream Center once for a block party last fall. Pastor Craig came and got me and had me talk to her. A john had brought her to the block party because he was concerned for her he said. We tried to get her some help, get her to go to a shelter, but she wouldn't. We gave her some food, prayer, water.
A lot of people reached out to her, loved on her, prayed with her, gave her hygiene items, food, clothes, and tried to help her leave the streets but she never would.
THIS is why we do what we do. Feeding the homeless on Wednesday mornings, going out into the mean streets on Midnight outreach, having free block parties, a church and community center in the heart of the hood, etc..because Jesus loves the Angel's of the world, and we are his body, extending His hand to them.

We never know what day could be their last day, or our last day. I know she saw Jesus many times through all of the people that reached out to her. I pray she knew him before she died.
Carole

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS

“You have no idea what this means…”

By Colleen Morgan-Hobbs

My fingers were frozen with leather gloves on, and the serving gloves offered no more warmth when we served at Roselawn a week ago. We did our usual meals there and loaded the truck for our weekly trip to the levee to see the guys there and offer them a warm breakfast. The numbers were lower and with the weather so cold, we think they just don’t come out sometimes.

I saw Dave and asked him if there was anything I could pray with him for. He said he wanted a one way ticket to Michigan to go home. I asked around and found there isn’t money available to help these guys like that, and sadly, there isn’t anything that can be done. I took his name and number wishing I had the means to help, but I am working part time and just don’t have the money. I prayed with him that the Lord would provide the money he needed.


Dave came down to work for BP in the beach cleanup and there were needed certifications he needed that somehow he could not get and he ended up homeless and broke.

When I got home from work later I posted on Facebook to pray for a man named Dave who wanted a one way ticket home to Michigan. My nephew Kenneth called and left me a message that he wanted to help the guy. I was thrilled! I gave Kenneth his number and he called him and told him he was ‘going home’. That man cried. Kenneth cried. I cried. I was crying out of happiness.

Friday morning Kenneth and I met David on the levee and his eyes welled up and he kept asking, “do you know what you have done?” We packed him a care package with sandwiches, chips, candy and water and bought him a throw to cover up with on the bus, and a pillow. The thankfulness flowed out of David. We went to the bus station, Kenneth purchased the ticket and gave him $16.00 for meals. We were in the middle of the bus station talking and we started sharing the Gospel with him, the plan of salvation and I asked him if he had ever asked Jesus into his heart and he said no, but that he wanted to “right now”. We three stood in the bus station holding hands and he prayed after me. He then told us he was an identical twin and that his brother was going to be baptized in two weeks. We encouraged him to pursue it!

I went on to work and Kenneth stayed with Dave for 3 ½ hours at the bus station until he left. In the meantime they spoke to another homeless man named Richard who wanted to go home to Mississippi. My wonderful 24 year old nephew got him a ticket and he left too.

Dealing with the homeless is particularly precious to me right now because my own son Sean is homeless and living in a truck. He lost his job, is on probation and has a warrant for his arrest. He is open to going into a program but wants to go in “after Christmas”. He is 20, and I can only pray for him and suggest the way to go. Undoubtedly there are similar circumstances in some of these guys we deal with, but one thing I know…offering food and something to drink, praying with them and trying to meet their needs is being Jesus to them. All of this is done in hopes of having them turn their life over to Christ, recognizing Him as Savior and hopefully steering them in the right direction while showing love from Jesus. “God’s Kindness leads to repentence”…Romans 2:4

Leo wants to go home to Houston... anyone want to bless him?

It's Not What I've Learned, It's What God Has Shown Me What He Can Do!

It's not what I've learned, it's what God has shown me what He can do!There are so many different things that I have learned about God. First of all, Christ has done so much for me in the last 28 months, and it's great! For the people that don't know me, I was a drunk, a dope head, and didn't care what people thought of me, because I didn't like people and that's because I didn't like myself. So, I lived on the river in a tent, and these people in red shirts would always come around, I didn't trust them, I didn't trust anyone, but they kept coming around. I began to get close to some of these people. They would ask me to come to church with them. I haven't had a bath in a while, and I could smell myself, so I didn't go and yet they still kept coming around. I knew then that these people were for real. They weren't just coming around to make themselves look good, it's what God has told them to do. I'm going to be selfish with this one, He sent them there just for me!! Now, I'm one of these people in a red shirt doing my part no matter what it is. That's what I've learned. God has reached down and grabbed me and what He does with me from here on out, is up to him. He's taken care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. I love where He has me right now!!!!!!!!!!!I love what I've learned about going the extra mile to help others and I'm going to keep on coming around with my red shirt on.

Richard

Pray for Leona

Wednesday June 9, 2010

Today, we had 20 or more youth from The River Church near Houston with us as we served breakfast to the homeless. We were blessed and pleased to see these young Christians and you could really see that several of them were quite at home in our ministry - almost like they had been serving the homeless for years.

We took two car loads of these young folks out on our roaming trip to the Levee and around town. During our trip we made a stop at the infamous North Street Overpass. That overpass has started to accumulate homeless people again. For a while it had been vacant but today there were five people there - and later two more came.

We met a lady there named Leona. It was the first time any of us had met Leona but she seemed to be in a real bad way. She was eaten up with bugs and seemed to have a bad rash as well. She seemed ill, confused, and not focused. She was weak and tired and possibly suffering from drug withdrawals but I do not know this. She was also emotionally beaten down by the recent loss of some of her family members. She at times was wailing that she was alone in the world. We prayed with her, got her settled a bit and gave her a hot meal with some water and juice.

Leann was crying, but thankful that Jesus had sent us. She wanted out of her predicament. She was crying for help. Fortunately, we have a connection with a couple from the Zachary area that has helped get ladies off the street in the past. We worked out a meeting with those good people and delivered Leann to the comfort of their welcome.

Tonight, I want to lift that couple up - Devin and his wife and ask Father to protect them and provide them with the judgment, discernment and provision that they need to deal with this extremely difficult situation. I also pray that God be with Leona and comfort her. I pray that she receive the healing power that God can provide and that her soul and body be cleansed of the dirt and evil that has her in its grasp. Father we pray that you be with us all and especially those three this night.

Father thank you for blessing us with this serve team and for all the volunteers.

In Jesus name we pray Amen.

David V.

Pray for Leslie

These photos of Leslie should be a reminder to us all about the dangers of
street life. Two weeks ago we asked for prayer for Leslie who "lives" out
around EKL Medical Center and the Brookstown area. She is a 39 year-old
woman who has three grown children back in Alabama, but through a lifelong
series of various abuses going all the way back to her childhood, she has
succumbed to the rigors of life and is "existing" on the streets of Baton
Rouge. These photos show Leslie about ten days ago after she was severely
beaten by a man she has been in bondage to, basically over drugs and money.
She was beaten so severely that her jaw was broken and she had other serious
facial lacerations and abrasions.She filed a police report and the man is
now in jail, but Leslie fears for her life if or when he is released.

Leslie told me and Tecca on Sunday that she is consumed with hatred toward
this man. As you view these photos you can clearly understand why. She knows
that hatred is wrong, but cannot break free of her intense feelings. Leslie
again went to the altar at the Dream Center on Sunday and prayed for
forgiveness, with LaTasha. Her heart is open to God's place in her life, but
it is extremely difficult for her to break free of the things to which she
has become enslaved. Only God can do such miracles, and she needs a
miraculous intervention. Please pray for her about her issue of hatred, and
also pray earnestly that she will finally agree to go to Revelation House
with Georgia O'Neal. Leslie has promised to go, but says "things are still
pulling on me" to stay out here where I am.

She also continues to suffer from an infected tooth, but cannot have that
taken out with her jaw broken, and she has cirrhosis and has been told she
will not live for more than one year.

Why it Matters, What Ifs & Are You Always Listening For God?

Yesterday’s outreach started like most Thursdays, cooking at the shed, serving at Roselawn then out roaming. We arrive at the levee, start handing out breakfast and a couple of the regular folks we serve point down the levee back toward town & tell me the person I see is a 15 year old kid. The boy is walking away from where we are.

I go to the guy handing out the breakfast, he’s a runner, & half- jokingly say you’re a runner, why don’t you run down there catch the kid and bring him a breakfast. He didn’t take me serious, I didn’t know that I was serious, the kid was steadily walking away putting distance between us.

That’s when God took over. I grabbed a breakfast and had this overwhelming need to get to this boy. The runner looked at me and said wait, I’ll go with you, but he was still busy handing out breakfast. I couldn’t wait. I started hurrying to catch up with this boy. He says to be careful and not get out of sight, I joke and tell him not to worry. You see, I still don’t realize what’s going on, but I know I have to get to this kid. I scurry sideways down the levee instead of taking the paved ramp, I rush to cross the road and before I get across I’m yelling to get his attention. By this time I’m jogging into the field as the boy reaches the railroad tracks. I hear a train and try to get his attention between the train whistle blowing. He sees/hears me and turns before the train passes.

I offer him breakfast or something to drink, he doesn’t want anything. His name is Dustin, he’s aloof and distant, said he had stopped by to see someone he met a while back that serves with us, but didn’t see them on the levee. I ask him to go back with me, saying not everyone had arrived yet and we’d see if we could figure out who he was looking for.

I don’t know why, but I needed to really connect with this kid, I start asking where he’s from, what’s he doing out there, etc. As we make our way back to the levee he starts to open up and share his story with me. He lived in Houma from age 5 -12 somehow ended up in Baton Rouge, lives in a group home, is skipping school, doesn’t like it here. He shared where he goes to school, but not what group home he’s at. Once he started talking it all just starts pouring out, details of his life and the trouble he’s in.

He tells me that when he didn’t see the person he was looking for at the levee, he started walking away. He said he didn’t know where he was going. When he reached the train tracks and heard the train he was thinking about laying across the tracks and ending it all because things were so bad.

I’m dumbfounded, praying, God, give me your words to talk to this child, let him know You love him and he’s worth it and he matters. We continue to talk, he tells me his family was split up all except he and his twin brother Devin. He started getting into trouble and the family that took his brother in was supposed to come back for him but they didn’t. He feels like he’s all bad and his twin is all good. He says he wants to do better but getting in trouble is a habit, he does it without even thinking about it. We talk about God, he tells me he’s not sure if he’s saved. He had accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior but now doesn’t think he is saved because he keeps getting into trouble.

The words come, they aren’t mine they are God’s, now I’m the one pouring out to him that he matters to God, that we are all sinners that we all need forgiveness. I share how God has answered my prayers and that I still have to pray every day for his help and guidance. I tell him that God doesn’t give up on us when we mess up, He always loves us. He lets me pray for him.

With the help of another volunteer, we had figured out that the person he was looking for was Charla, one of the dedicated homeless volunteers. He had come by to thank her for giving him a card to a youth shelter program a few weeks before. We assure him we’ll pass on the message to her. I ask if there’s a number she can reach him at. He knows he’ll be in trouble when he returns to the group home and won’t have phone privileges for a while. We give him a card with the number for the 24hr hotline telling him he can reach us that way.

It’s time for us to go but I’m afraid, I don’t want to lose contact with this boy. I hug him tell him I love him and encourage him to pray. That’s when he decides to take me up on the offer for something to drink. The truck that has the food in it is already headed down the levee ramp. I’m hollering for them to stop, they don’t hear me. Dustin says it’s ok he doesn’t need it. But you see, I’m not in control, God is. So I’m running down the levee again and catch them just as they are pulling out. They back up and are giving Dustin something to drink. I don’t know why, but I knew my part was finished so I headed back up the levee to my ride.

That’s when David, our volunteer who transports the food, meets Dustin. He recognizes him, you see David mentors another boy that stays in the same group home as Dustin. Praise God! He had already tried to reach out to Dustin when he was there to see the other boy. Dustin recognizes him too, now we have a connection!

For a long time I wondered what it was like for God to speak to someone. For a while now I’ve known when He’s telling me something, but wow when He uses us all together and we all hear & listen.

You see, Charla was disappointed she couldn’t go roaming with us yesterday, but God had already used her for His purpose weeks before.

I wasn’t supposed to be there yesterday, I was bummed, I wouldn’t get to spend time with Valerie a volunteer that was in town from Florida. Then the client I had an appointment with had to reschedule. Yeah, I could hang with Valerie. In my narrow vision I thought that was all that was going on.

David tried to reach out to Dustin at the group home before, but didn’t reach him. It wasn’t God’s timing, but yesterday was.

Thank you God for taking over, thank You for using us for Your purpose.

J

IN THOSE EYES

It is all new to me, serving the Homeless at a weekly breakfast downtown in Baton Rouge. I have always had the heart to serve, but had no connection, and was much too timid to appear there alone. I served with one of my Connect Groups as a pre-Servolution effort to relieve the Cooking for Christ group that cooks faithfully every week. It was such a blessing that morning, I decided since I work nights as a Caregiver for an Alzheimer patient and am able to get some sleep, I could serve weekly, then go home afterwards.

This past Thursday, I went to Roselawn Dream Center after work, and put my gloves on to help serve at the breakfast. There is something about teamwork that really appeals to me, so I was in my element serving eggs on the line with two others. I found I was rarely looking up as I worked at first, concentrating on my job. I noticed others who are regulars had big smiles, warm hugs and were on a first name basis as they saw the people come in. I found that so engaging. I found it inspiring. I’m a rookie on the scene, and would need to spend time in that environment to develop those kind of relationships, I reasoned within myself… then, I saw those eyes.

They appeared sad. They looked tired. I got the feeling as I looked into them, that they had been hurt over and over again in his lifetime. Those eyes had served as windows of the soul to that man. I got the sense that he was embarrassed and ashamed to be in that position, needing someone to feed him. I found compassion stir in my heart for him. I was scooping eggs over and over again, but I was there as a representative of Jesus to serve him. I looked back into his eyes and smiled. Those tired eyes crinkled at the corners and softened as he responded.

I realized I have had those eyes at times in my lifetime as well. Fortunately I have not had the circumstances he has had, however, in recent months, I have had three times I was out of work and really scared over my financial situation. Last summer I had double hand surgeries and was out of work for two months. It was tough then, but one of my sons sent money regularly during that time. I returned to work only to be laid off a month later. When I have work, the money goes priority-wise to basic bills which has kept me behind overall, but has kept my head above water.

I have had security in my life and I have had real scares. It has been a test of my trust in the Lord during these times. At Christmas, a family at Healing Place Church anonymously gave me a monetary gift which was so incredibly generous, and which God used deeply in my life to enable me, in faith to trust that He is my Provider and sees my need. I am still struggling, and what I saw last Thursday, is that I am two steps away from being homeless myself. Reality hits hard sometimes and causes us to evaluate truthfully our true position of need. I see that I am no different than that man who was hurting…I’m just still able to be independent. God forbid I think I am any better and have had a better, more wonderful life. It is all His grace.

I want to continue serving weekly, Lord Willing, and I hope I will never lose sight of what the Lord showed me through those eyes. Truly, Christ has compassion on our souls and enables us to love others...that is if we allow ourselves to see others with His Eyes.

Colleen Morgan-Hobbs

Fruits of Our Labor

If anyone is wondering "where is the fruit of our labor?" here is some:

1. Brenda-a prostitute God put in our path. When we found her beat to a pulp, we sent her home with Georgia from Revelation House. She is now no longer wanting to be on the streets, she goes to church & has a job cleaning apartments.

2. Shirley-was living under the overpass with no place to go when we befriended her. Now she has someone who is paying for her a place to stay until she gets her cancer surgery & then is paying for her rent until she recovers & can go to work.

3. Michael- has been to the breakfast for over a year, is now living under the overpass. We introduced him to Georgia & her husband Devin found him a job. He also has been given a house to live in & will be moving from the overpass to the house this Friday.

4. Robert-has been under the overpass for a few weeks. We brought him to church & he went to the altar. The following week he was back with a totally different countenance about him. When I dropped him off under the overpass after church a lady came & offered him a job as handyman at her hotel where he gets his own room.

I'm sure I am forgetting someone & I know there will be people we have reached out to that we will never know what kind of difference we made in their lives until we get to heaven.God is leading us & guiding our steps. Everyone we come in contact with is ordained by God. Our steps are ordered of the Lord-Prov. 20:24

I am so grateful that God allows me to serve with such an awesome team that has the heart of compassion for the homeless that God has. We do not fear what man can do to us because we are obedient to God. We know that these precious people sometimes just need someone to listen to them, give them a kind smile & hug, or treat them with respect because most people they come in contact with look down on them as scum of the earth. I think God is getting ready to do something so big we will shake our heads in amazement.

Love ya all,

Charla

Being Thankful

When ministering to the homeless, cold weather makes me start thinking. How in the world do they do this? When it’s so cold outside how do they stay warm? I almost feel guilty when I light my fireplace. No Place Outreach has been having a drive to collect coats & blankets. A co-worker of mine brought me some blankets, a coat & some thermal underwear on Wednesday. Another friend of mine has been telling her co-workers about this ministry and has collected needed items in the past. Yesterday (Wednesday) one of her co-workers came back from lunch with several sweat shirts, gloves, underwear, socks & blankets that she purchased. She called me and brought the items to me. Another friend of mine (amazing that I have more than one friend!) called me Tuesday night to let me know the business she works for was getting rid of several boxes of long-sleeve shirts, did I want them for the homeless. I said yes and picked them up Wednesday night too.

I love how God brings things together. God placed a burden on their heart. They wanted to help some homeless people to stay warm. Even though some of the people that gave didn’t know the breakfast is on Thursdays, God always knows where you are and what you need. Wednesday night my car was full of blankets, clothes & gloves to be given out Thursday morning!

Since I only had one coat I thought it should be given to the one who needed it the most. What if there were more than one that really needed a coat? Just so happens out of the 20 or so people we served at Roselawn, one man stood out. His coat was about 2 sizes too small for him and didn’t even go down to his waist. He was very thankful for his new coat!

Made it to the overpass where a group of people live in their own community. We passed out socks to everyone. You would have thought we were passing out $5 bills. Very appreciative. We had a few thick gloves and some that were thinner. I thought we had given all the gloves out when a man approached me asking for some. I told him I’d go check and I found one more pair of the thick gloves. When I gave them to him, his face lit up! He was expecting some of the thinner ones evidently because he couldn’t believe that he got such a nice pair of gloves. He was almost laughing as he repeatedly thanked me for the gloves. I quickly shared how we got the stuff from different people and how it all came together the night before. And how it shows how much God cares about him. He said to please tell the person that bought the gloves thank you! So to all of you who have ever donated items for the homeless, THANK YOU! I want to add my personal thanks to you too. It was so awesome & humbling for me to see the joy on this man's face, an incredible experience! It could not have been done without you! Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who contributes in any way to the homeless!

Matthew 25:35-40 ...for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’ “Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? 39 Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’

Bernie D.

Words From a First Time Volunteer

I have worked downtown for the last 15 years and have been running on the levee for the last 6-7 years. I started talking to Phil and Marlene (the king and queen of the homeless community downtown) and got to know them and others (Sandra) pretty well. I followed their ups and downs, what they feared, their good times and their way of life. It never failed to break my heart after talking to them. I tried to help, but, how do you help someone who has decided that living in an abandoned septic tank is what they want? I recently went thru a very trying and negative professional experience. Shortly after, I was down on the levee and went to visit with Phil and Marlene. They had heard about my problems and asked if I was ok. Can you imagine? I told them that I had my wife, kids, health and faith and that things could certainly be worse, I could be living on the river. I said it before I thought about who I was talking to, a very insensitive comment. Well, Marlene, said "What are you talking about Tommy, we aren't the ones who were in the newspaper?". In any event, they will tell you that they like their lifestyle, but, I think they really can’t if truth be told, but, have convinced themselves it is a hassle free life.

Marlene told me that the best thing that anyone does for them is the breakfast program from Healing Place Church. I had tried giving them jobs, food, coupons, clothes etc., but they really dig the breakfast. I mentioned the church to my friend Chad Dudley, who referred me to his friend Kiva who gave me Pastor Craig's info. I met Craig at coffee and he and I hit it off pretty quickly, I had just cut all my hair off and he being a former hairdresser seemed perplexed by that, plus he likes to fish. He told me to be there at 7 on Thursday.

I showed up at Roselawn at 7 last Thursday, the first person I met was Jerry who has a great sense of humor. Then I met Jordan, Julie and then Frank and then Pastor Craig showed up to join us. We fed between 40-50 folks there at Roselawn and I had the opportunity to talk to several of them. Interesting people, some nice, some gruff, but all very appreciative of a good breakfast and a kind word. After a short Bible study, we loaded up and I rode with Frank to do the "roaming". We fed folks at the levee, where Phil and Marlene were surprised to see me, Sandra near Govt. St. and approximately 25 folks under the new North Blvd. overpass.

The most heartbreaking experience of the day was seeing a lady who had obviously been severely beaten and who was probably being pimped out. Some folks in our group succeeded in getting her to come with us and hopefully she got better medical care. It is a very thin line between helping these people and actively getting involved in their situations. It also appears to be a very thin line between being homeless and having a job, house, kids, wife and picket fence. There but for the grace of God goes me.

See you Thursday.

Tommy

November 12, 2009 - Awesome Outreach

Yesterday’s outreach was filled with many happenings. At Roselawn we fed the peeps, hung out and listened to their stories and loved on them. We found out that one of our regular ladies that had shown up without shoes and very odd clothing last week had been assaulted but insisted on coming to the breakfast anyway. What a privilege we had to have provided her with new clothes & shoes. We hadn’t known what she’d been through but she came to the outreach and we were able to show her Jesus.

We went roaming and were able to see most of our regular folks. At the overpass where the people had been told last week they’d have to leave. They were still there! They are up to around 20 people staying there, the number of homeless is growing. We found out that after they were featured on a local news cast they were being allowed to stay there until somewhere for them to go is found. Top that off by finding out the police actually brought them pizza!

We went to our last stop where we’ve been trying to help ladies who are prostitutes, we’ve seen several that have been beaten. That’s when our great God showed up in a big way. We had two special volunteers from Revelation House, Georgia and her daughter. While at this location one of the ladies Laura who Carole bonded with by complimenting her on her shoes helped another lady Brenda get out. Brenda was beaten severely, her eyes were so swollen she could hardly see, her jaw may be broken and she could barely stand. Georgia took her to stay with them. Please pray for Brenda that she heals physically, mentally and especially spiritually, pray that this is a turning point in her life. Also, keep Laura in your prayers, pray for her protection that she doesn’t get hurt for helping us.

It is amazing that when two or more are gathered in His name you never know what awesome things He will do. All the glory to God!

Sunday Outreach

This Sunday we were blessed by a Married Life Connect group from HPC. They provided food at a Cooking for Christ meeting (very cool for the cooks to be cooked for). All the extra food was boxed up to do a “spur of the moment” homeless outreach.

We headed downtown and stopped under the overpass where Annie lives. We’re seeing more and more people, they have their own neighborhood going on there. It’s a diverse group of people, some have mental conditions that may be the reason they’re on the streets, some have drug/alcohol problems, some look like they just fell on hard times and are trying to climb their way out of the situation they’re in. There’s this one young girl, around 18, spending time around her, you can tell she’s not new to the street. What’s she doing out there??? .

We stopped to see Sandra. She’s been out here longer than I’ve been helping with the outreach. She’s had chances to get off the street, but always returns. She’s a loner. I worry about her safety and how she’ll keep warm when it’s cold out. We’ve already given her two coats and a couple of blankets this year. They get stolen, lost or dirty. When we visited her Sunday she had soiled herself, the evidence was on her and the sidewalk where she sits. She didn’t even seem to notice. How do you reach someone who would rather be on the street alone than in a shelter where she could be clean and warm?




At the levee, we ran into Phil and Marlene. She was so excited to tell us about her weekend. Saturday they were sitting around drinking and this guy showed up and offered them two tickets to the LSU game in exchange for a beer.

Her next words took a while to sink in, but when they did, wow. She told us the porta potties there were soooo nice they spent the night in them. It sounded like she was describing a night at the Marriott. Imagine her world, most of us would just about explode before using the porta potty and she thinks it’s a great place to spend the night. When they woke up the next morning, they were thirsty and their beer was gone so they checked out the DPW (took a minute to get that one, she was talking about the trash cans). She was ecstatic, they found a new book sack for Phil and a gallon of something to drink. They were still working on the gallon when we arrived.

Sometimes you have to look for the humor, because it’s so heartbreaking. A short time ago, she was sober, she almost died from drinking. After getting out of the hospital she said she was scared and was trying hard to stay sober. Phil was in jail at the time, so he was sober too. About a month later, he got out of jail and went right back to drinking. She only stayed sober a week or two more.

From there we headed to the house where J.D. & Billy are staying. We asked J.D. how Janet was doing he told us she was staying with her family and started going to AA (Praise God!). Janet was raped in an attack where she and three other homeless guys were severely beaten. J.D. is eaten up with rage/guilt (he was in jail and wasn’t there to protect her). She told him to go on with his life without her. Maybe, just maybe, through this awful event their lives can change and they’ll find the love of Jesus.

In the last several weeks, we’ve been stopping at a place where we’ve been unsure of the situation. There are women there that have been beaten and/or been in fights. They have at times appeared to be drunk or drugged. It looks like they are being prostituted. We aren’t sure if they are there of their own free will or not. One of the ladies has come to the breakfast at Roselawn and said she wants to go to the Café at the Dream Center, but we saw her being dropped off back there Sunday.

I know this is overload for a lot of people, and hard to grasp. It was and is sometimes for me too. What kind of world do we live in when there is so much hopelessness, lack of empathy, despair and evil?

For me, it’s a world where Jesus has called me to do the best I can to show his love to the lost, forgotten and hurting. If we only reach one after all our efforts, it will be worth it. It’s something that HPC really teaches, “it’s all for the one”.

Please pray for the people out there. Above all else, that’s something they can never have too much of.

J

From the Heart of a Volunteer

I kept my granddaughters Friday & Saturday & we watched a Christmas movie called Timmy's Gift. In it God showed me something about those of us in the homeless ministry. It was about an angel named Timmy coming to earth to give baby Jesus his most loved possession.When Timmy fell from heaven he landed in a pig pen. The pig was surprised that Timmy wanted to have anything to do with him because he felt like "no one wanted to mingle with common swine". He said it made him feel like he was somebody!

Timmy took him to some water & cleaned both of them up. The pig said to Timmy, (my favorite part) "Nobody has ever taken the trouble to see who I was under the dirt. Imagine that!"God showed me that we, as the homeless ministry, care enough about homeless people to see through the dirt on & in people to help them find the person God created them to be & that they are special to God. This is why we have such a passion to help them. God put it in us when He created us & I'm praying that we don't let anyone or anything keep us from doing what God has called us to do.

I love ya all!

Charla