Many people think of the homeless as chronic drunks and bag ladies drifting about but many of the homeless are not chronichomeless. Many find themselves suddenly homeless and need help to recover. There are many people who make barely enough money to handle day to day expenses. When their car breaks down, it may drain money needed for rent or a severe illness or loss of job may cause them to be off work for a prolonged time. As a result, they cannot pay the rent and are evicted. Others may find that the landlord has sold their apartment and the new landlord evicts them so he can remodel the apartment.
These individuals often have no reserves to handle the sudden expense of car repairs or medical expenses and have no funds to cover the rent and utility deposits needed to move into a new place. I am reminded of one lady who was referred to me for help. She had lost her apartment and, though she found another, it was going to be a couple weeks before the current occupants cleaned and moved out. She had no relatives who could help so she had to move into a motel. However, the cost of a motel was far more expensive than rent and her money soon ran out, leaving her no choice but to turn to the City Mission of Findlay to stay until the apartment became available. Once the apartment was vacated, they asked me for help finding someone to help her move in.
As families have fewer kids and are widely scattered across the globe, and as more choose not to marry, many find themselves with no one to help them in time of need. God calls us to be a father to the fatherless and a defender of the weak. He has raised up organizations like the City Mission of Findlay to help in time of need, but the need is great and they cannot do it alone. Ask God if He would have you support the Mission or a similar organization with your time or resources.
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Author: Robert Barr, Findlay City Mission
I am firmly planted in a season of life that can be best described with one word: exhausting. And it doesn't really matter what time of year it is—the exhaustion never ceases. Foolishly, I looked forward to summer, thinking it would bring with it a semblance of rest and relaxation. It has not.
Camps, daycare, playdates, vacations, meals, home repairs, yard work—the list is endless. You know the list, because it resembles your own. And in the midst of taking care of all the needs of today, in the back of our minds we are preparing for the next season: school, sports, band, and clubs. Most of us know that it isn't enough to make it through today, we know we have to prepare for tomorrow.
Yesterday, as I rushed through the hallways of the Mission, hurrying from one thing to the next, I was brought to a halt. One of our resident mothers was decorating the Family Day Room for her daughter's birthday party. She was laughing and joyful as she and our Family Manager hung balloons and banners and wrapped gifts for her little girl. For that afternoon, she wasn't living in a shelter with her two little children, she was celebrating her precious girl's life.
It struck me just then how exhausted this mother must be. What must her day be like trying to make a shelter feel like a home? How many tears has she shed in frustration as she tries to find work, childcare, and plan for the school year—not knowing when she will be in a home of her own? How many times has hopelessness overcome her as she struggled to leave behind bad habits and toxic relationships to embrace healthy new ones?
My exhaustion is not diminished because I have recognized hers. But my determination to provide support, compassion, and acceptance is renewed. And I know that I am not alone in this. When a volunteer gives their time, they are providing hope. Every time a community partner shares our burden, they are providing a lifeline. Every time someone gives a financial gift, they are providing a future. Together we can encourage others to continue their progress toward a better life.
Author: Joy Barger, Findlay City Mission
I was at the bottom of my barrel. I was completely in despair. My mind was racing on this and that. No bridges to cross the waterways, so to speak. Nowhere to turn but the streets – I was trapped! If only I had listened to the Spirit of Truth, the Holy Spirit, I would not be in this awful predicament. I should have listened to God speaking through all the people that had tried to help me, but I chose not to. I chose to follow what I thought was love, but in the end, it was falsehood. I should have been in the Word of God, then I would have clearly known what to do. Man, what a mistake that was! People tried to tell me, but I didn’t listen. Talk about a love – hate relationship! Of course, as a child, my father never taught me anything concerning the virtues of life. Over time, I found myself in the streets of my small hometown (Ashley, Ohio), doing whatever I could to survive. This was not a pleasant picture, but, rather, it was most certainly an abomination to the Lord, Jesus Christ, for sure. I felt so ashamed and I remember thinking, “what should I do? I must do something! I can’t keep doing this much longer. I will either end up in jail or end up dead leading this kind of lifestyle. Oh, God, Thy Lord, please help and guide me. Please send The Comforter, The Holy Spirit to guide me.”
I began thinking about what my primary needs were. I needed a roof over my head, food to eat, and clothes to wear. I needed somewhere good to go – somewhere far enough from here. What about the City Mission of Findlay? I was sitting there in the Ashley, Ohio post office at about two o’clock in the morning trying to stay warm on that cold January night. A lady came to check her mail and saw me lying there on the floor and called the police because she thought that I was dead. That was my wake-up call.
I had to get out of that town because someone tried to murder me. The Holy Spirit was telling me it was now or never if I wanted to permanently change my life for the better. I made up my mind that I was leaving town, so I went to my mother to ask for the money to purchase a one-way Greyhound bus ticket. When she agreed to purchase the ticket, she also allowed me to use her phone to call City Mission. There were no beds available when I contacted the Mission, but they said they had room in their warming center. I told them that that was better than my current situation, so I took them up on their offer. My mom drove me to the bus station, we said our goodbyes, and I boarded the bus. During the bus ride to Findlay, I took time to reflect on what changes I needed to make in my life so that God could do His work in me. When I arrived at City Mission, it just so happened that there was an open bed in the men’s dorm! I didn’t have to stay on a cot in the warming center – praise the Lord!
I had a lot of medical needs at the time, and I had to start facing the reality that I needed to start addressing these needs so that I could become healthier. One of the things that I needed was medical assistance for a gunshot wound to my head. I also had an everyday struggle with P.T.S.D. from being shot. That memory will probably be with me the rest of my life and I know that God will get me through it with time and with His grace and His love. Amen on that!
My stay at the City Mission lasted about five months or so. Today, I have all my doctors in the same town and I have sought the specific treatment that I needed. I could not say that was true about my life before I had moved to Findlay! I quit drinking and stopped smoking cigarettes and pot. I am slowly being convicted by God to change my life for good in other ways, too.
The City Mission was a place of stability for me; a place where I could heal physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. They are a Christ-centered homeless shelter that really cares about the residents who live there. The staff and all the volunteers that come in, not to mention the residents, are really good people. People like this want to help other people and they show it on a daily basis. What a blessing from God this is! The Mission has so many different resources available and willing staff to go beyond the call of duty to help those in need. They have helped me in so many different ways and, for a person like me to say this, it’s, let’s say, astounding! I am a member of a local Findlay church, involved in RU, a faith-based recovery program, and am slowly regaining the relationship with my family that I had once lost. Speaking for myself – on a very personal level – concerning how the City Mission has helped me turn my life around and go in the right direction…it’s simply God’s amazing grace.
Author: City Mission resident
If you were a contestant on Family Feud and Steve Harvey said, "100 people were surveyed and we've got the top answer on the board….fill in the blank,… ____Grace" What do you think the top answer would be? If you want to hear, "Good Answer, Good Answer" from your family members, you had better say "Amazing", right? Yes, grace is amazing and we are grateful for John Newton's anthem which helps us to express how truly amazing it is.
But, let's be word nerds today and amplify our understanding of grace by attaching a new adjective. How about optimisticgrace? I had never considered whether the grace I express is optimistic until I heard Matt Leroy, a chapel speaker at Indiana Wesleyan, challenge the students there. He explained that though our acts of grace may look the same from person to person, some of our offerings are hollow at best. We "love on" others hoping it will draw them to Christ, but in our heart of hearts, we don't necessarily believe we will witness a changed life.
I think very often my grace is extended with a side of pessimism. Life feels a bit safer that way, doesn't it? If I don’t get my hopes up, they won't be dashed. But, optimistic grace sets judgments aside, renounces the prediction of outcomes, and proceeds with the highest of expectations on behalf of every soul. Let me give you an example.
Through my position as a youth worker, I once met a teen named Randy. The first thing I noticed about him….let's be honest…the first thing everyone noticed about him was his habit of chewing on a rubber cockroach at lunch in the cafeteria. Along with this, Randy's fingernails were purposefully filed into claws. Pointed, dagger-like fingernails holding his rubber cockroach, working in tandem to both disturb, and distance, his peers.
"I want you to take Randy out to be fitted with a tux for prom. I'll pay for it. Just don't let him get anything weird."
This is the request I received one day from the track coach at a local high school. As a winning coach, he certainly had to be adept at "potential spotting", but I was still shocked by his idea. Optimistic grace was at work though. Where others just saw an odd young man, this coach saw a tuxedoed prom-goer. We both knew that pain, tragedy, and confusion had shaped this complex young man. We both knew prom would not undo any of the damage already done in Randy's life. But, Mr. W wanted Randy to know his potential had been seen, despite all self-efforts to mask it. He wanted Randy to be coaxed out of isolation to experience the fun and fellowship of a prom night before crossing the finish-line of high school. Randy ended up going to prom, with a date, in a nice suit his grandparents decided to buy him. Optimistic grace is contagious it seems.
A coach approached Randy with a bent toward optimistic grace. He believed God's love in action is truly transformative. I believe the same, yet back behind that belief…in the thought-space I don't like to admit to…I let doubts toward certain people accumulate and I fatalistically assume, "they'll never change." Ask God to reveal to you the souls in your life you tend to approach pessimistically. Then try to memorize this great concluding line of Matt Leroy's presentation. "Reckless love. Optimistic grace. Radical hospitality... Wherever you go, live this."
Author: Lisa Crawford
The City Mission of Findlay offers the homeless and the community some things you may take for granted in your day-to-day life. If it was not for the City Mission, there would be nowhere to go to get help, like a place to stay until you find a more permanent place, meals to eat, or help with different resources. The City Mission also helps to provide body wash, shampoo, washers and dryers, laundry soap, toilet paper, cleaning supplies, and paper towels. The City Mission will help you in any way that they can providing that you will help yourself. If they cannot directly help you, they will know people and places locally that can.
When was the last time you had to worry about where your next meal came from? Many who are homeless do not know how or where they will get their next meal. That is where the City Mission comes into play. They provide lunch and dinner for the residents and for community guests in need. We, who are residents, are very lucky because we are provided a place to sleep that is out of the weather and safe, a place to take a shower, and case workers that help us stay on track with what we need to do to get back on our feet. Some of the most common goals that we set to achieve during our stay at the City Mission include getting a job or steady income, saving our money, and eventually finding a place to live when we are ready to move on from the shelter. The City Mission of Findlay is a Christian organization, one that prides itself on the Lord’s instruction of helping those that are in need but that are falling short on the resources to do so.
The next time you are fortunate enough to do the things you do every day, stop and think that there are people that do not have the ability to do them. I hope that you all have a God blessed life and I wish you all well.
Author: Crystal Swanigan
I recently finished a book titled Spiritual Slavery Into Spiritual Sonship. It was a fantastic read about the journey author/speaker Jack Frost experienced growing in faith and in the embrace of Father God, as he put it. In the final four chapters, he presents eight defining truths from his own journey that helped him begin displacing an orphan heart and start feeling secure and at rest as a favored son.
He says, "The depth of humility we embrace determines the depth of kingdom life we will experience." I cannot think of another book that goes into the depths of spiritual truth with the kinds stories that this author shares. I really enjoyed reading about his career as a deep sea fisherman with a rough parental relationships then turned world-wide evangelist/speaker with the remarkable healing of parental and pastoral authority wounds. I can see how my story intersects with his story in several ways. I am thankful to the person who recommended this book to me.
If you are a believer, a child of God, renewed in the image of God, then remember your eternal worth to your heavenly Father. Don't try to earn his favor, by striving for perfection on your own. He will give you a pure heart, by faith. Like Jesus, you are God's beloved child (son/daughter) with whom he is well-pleased (Matthew 3:17). Move forward in the riches that he has bestowed upon you. If you feel alone or lost, then find the path home that is paved with the restitution you need with your parents and spiritual leaders, and you will be at peace and rest!
Author: Nate Stults
"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2 For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you." (Matthew 7:1-2, NIV)
I find this scripture to be one of the most valuable when dealing with the homeless population. It's better than the old cliché, "Never judge a book by its cover." When comparing the word of God to a cliché, you find the deeper meaning in what it is to judge. When you judge a person after a two second glance as you drive by, you have already assumed the worst of that person. Think about that for a second. You see the dirty clothes, and the long scraggly hair. Maybe if they smiled at you, you noticed teeth missing. You think to yourself, "Wow, I'm glad I'm not that guy." In that brief moment, did you ever express your gratitude to God that you weren't "that guy"? Have you been thankful for the home or car that you have?
Of course, I'm talking about the stereotypical homeless person you see on the corner. But there are also homeless people that look like you and me. They wear clean clothes, brush their teeth, get haircuts, and shave every day. You would never know it to look at them. And yet, this breed of homeless, you might greet in passing, you might hold the door for them, you might have a conversation with them. What is the difference between the two? Judgement.
There are so many reasons people find themselves homeless. With the opiate epidemic running wild in our own hometown, most would assume that the general population at the City Mission are junkies or alcoholics. On the contrary, many have simply fallen on hard times; lost their jobs, lost their homes because of medical bills, left abusive relationships. Families have casted them away.
What I have learned while working at the Mission is to love all. Everyone deserves a chance to live a happy, bountiful life. Everyone deserves a second, or third, or fourth chance. In the classes I have taught to our residents at the Mission, I emphasize on positive thinking, and changing the way you see things so that, in the future, the same mistakes aren't made. The past is the past, there is no need to repeat it. People think that the homeless are just looking for a handout. When in truth, they are looking for a hand up. You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love. (Galatians 5:13)
When you judge a book by its cover, you seed the broken binding, dog-eared or torn pages, an author you have never heard of. You miss the story inside; the happy ending that turned to tragedy in the middle of the book, the conflict of bad decisions versus good decisions, the battle of a broken family, of broken hearts. "That guy" on the corner may have once had a "normal" life. You will never know if you never talk to him. Open that book. Read the first chapter at least. Everyone has a story.
The homeless weren't always homeless. It can happen to anyone. If you found yourself homeless tomorrow, how would you like to be judged? Finally, all of you, be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble. (1Peter 3:8)
Author: Michelle Cortez, Findlay City Mission
When a person hears "homeless," what immediately comes to mind? Drug abuser? Poverty-stricken? Mentally ill? Dirty bridge dweller? The definition of homeless is simply "a person without a home." By this definition Jesus was homeless.
You see, it all started when Jesus left his HOME in Heaven to fulfill God’s plan of redemption. Jesus had glory and riches, but He chose to be poor for us. II Corinthians 8:9 His obedience in leaving His Heavenly home and Father was for one reason only, to seek and to save the lost. Galatians 4:4-5, I Timothy 1:15, Romans 5:6, John 3:16.
Jesus was born in a stable because his earthly Mother and Father were traveling away from their home. Luke 2:4-7. When Jesus was younger because of Joseph's obedience to God they moved to flee Herod’s efforts to have Jesus murdered. Matthew 2:13-15.
Even when Jesus was an adult he spent his time traveling around preaching, teaching & healing people. Jesus had only the clothes on his back. “And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nest: but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.” Matthew 8:20.
Jesus was obedient unto death by taking our sins on the cross. He was buried, but even that wasn't His "Home" He would only stay 3 days in the tomb, be resurrected, and be seen for 40 days. Jesus then returned Home to Heaven.
I Corinthians 15:3-4. Acts 1:1-9
John 14:2-3 says “In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.” Heaven is our home for those who place their faith and trust in His finished work on the cross. “Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the Life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.” John 14:6
We are all HOMELESS just waiting for the Lord to call us Home!
Author: Ruthie Tong, Findlay City Mission
I am always in amazement at the diversity of the men, women, and families who come to the Mission for help. The tremendous need present within our walls is almost tangible as you walk through the hallways.
Equally amazing, is the hope that is seen in our resident’s eyes and heard in their voices as they celebrate milestones they didn’t think were possible.
What I have found, is that hopelessness is a thief: it steals joy and peace. But we know where true peace and joy come from and we share it abundantly with those who seek refuge within our walls. We pride ourselves in tending to the needs of our resident’s hearts and souls while we also meet their physical needs of safe shelter and nutritious meals.
If you have volunteered, donated, or prayed—you have been a part of this ministry of hope! Thank you for your support and please continue to be an Ambassador of Hope to those who need it the most.
Author: Joy Barger, Findlay City Mission
Today, I was in the kitchen checking on our volunteers while they prepared lunch. We serve two separate lunch meals every day, one for our homeless residents staying at the Mission and one for any community member in need of a hot meal. We had two volunteers that come regularly on a weekly basis that were getting ready to serve the first group which is our residents. I was in the kitchen longer than normal when I witnessed something that I hadn't seen in a long time. While our volunteers were serving our residents, it came over me how kind and considerate they were towards our residents and community guests. I felt this overwhelming amount of gratitude come over me. It hit me like a ton of bricks how very thankful that I am for all of the volunteers that go way out of their way to come to the Mission and serve. They work so incredibly hard when they volunteer. I have a great passion for the City Mission. What we do here is very unique. We provide emergency shelter and we are the only facility that provides these services for miles around - the only one in Hancock County! We truly care for the people in need who walk through our doors.
Volunteering at the City Mission is a big responsibly and a commitment. We are a non-profit organization that couldn't operate and help as many people as we do everyday without the volunteers that we have in place. I want our volunteers to know how much we respect and truly appreciate what they do for us here at the Mission! To me, it's important how one spends his or her time, and volunteering is one way in which a person can serve another person or group of people. Matthew 25:40 (KJV) states "And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, In as much as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." This scripture reminds us to humbly serve one another as if we were serving Christ directly. You just never know when you might be the one who needs assistance. God calls us to lift one another up and what better way to do this than as a volunteer here at City Mission?
Proverbs 19:17 (KJV) "He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the Lord; and that which he hath given will he pay him again."
Author: Wendy Tong