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SPEAKING FOR THE VOICELESS This issue is focusing on the epidemic and harsh realities of homelessness, the adult entertainment world and human sex trafficking. It is our hope with this issue to shed a light on how we as communities can be a light for Jesus and speak for the voiceless and not turn a blind eye to our homeless brothers and sisters as well as the women in our communities who are exploited. Stand with us as we stand against darkness.
jesse anaya
ANG EL IC M AGAZ INE IS A 50 1 ( C) 3 NO N-PRO FIT O RGANIZATIO N. O UR MIS S ION IS TO CO M M UNICATE JES US TO THE WO RL D .
HOMELESSNESS IS AN EPIDEMIC.
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JAMES AND STEPHANIE (LIKE ALL OF US) MADE SOME CARELESS DECISIONS IN REGARDS TO THEIR CREDIT AND EVEN THOUGH IT HAS BEEN A COUPLE OF YEARS OF UNDOING THE DAMAGE,
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n a rainy Sunday afternoon, I had the honor to drive over to an organization called Family Promise to interview two of the most amazing and kind people, James and Stephanie, who are currently homeless. As I write their present story, I ask that you open your heart and mind to the issue of homelessness. More than 78% of the American population is only one paycheck away from being homeless. We often see individuals holding a sign up on the side of the road asking for help and if we are honest, we may have strong convictions of, “Not my problem. You got yourself into this mess.” Yet, God said I am the beginning and the end. He knows all of our days and He is clear that we will have times of trouble but take heart for He has overcome the world. The days leading up to meeting this married couple of fifteen years, I asked God to open my own eyes and to make a way for James and Stephanie. Boy, I had no idea how quickly they felt like family to me. They are smart and honest and hardworking. Both James and Stephanie have jobs. James work in transportation but is also certified in CPR and other related trainings. That is his dream (to train) but while his dream unfolds, he is working round the clock to provide for his family. Stephanie is a CNA and they have four children. Their youngest is thriving at a public school in another county. He is on school patrol and a top rated student who is currently striving for excellent attendance. So the question you may be asking yourself is how did that happen? You may even find yourself in a similar situation. James and Stephanie (like all of us) made some careless decisions in regards to their credit and even though it has been a couple of years of undoing the damage, they do not have the credit score that reflects leasing a home of their own. The home they did live in was taken back by their landlord not because of past due rent but because of her own situation. She came to them with tears in her eyes as she told them they would need to find another place to rent. She graciously gave them some time but soon time ran out.
What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save them? Suppose a brother or sister ( James and Stephanie are our brother and sister) is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead. 35% of American families are homeless with (national) around 25% percent being employed. (Disclosure: This number fluxuates) Homelessness comes through many doors. One health scare, student bill, house issue or car trouble could put most Americans right where James and Stephanie find themselves. One in four of the homeless is children. 40% of those are 6 years or under. Can you imagine this happening to your family? HUD defines homelessness as living on the streets or in a shelter. However, families do whatever they can to insure their children’s safety so they may couch surf, or sleep in their car or stay in a cheap motel to keep their children safe. Florida, New York and California account for 40% of the nation’s homeless population. James and Stephanie like all of us are looking for a place to belong. Our homes are not just four walls. They are a place we go to rest, a safe haven from the cruelties of the world around us. All they need is for someone to say, “I’m going to take a chance on you.” As we know with renting there are application fees, first and last months rent, security deposits, connections fees and moving expenses. James and Stephanie have been upfront with property managers about their credit and often lost their application fees in the process, so now what? They are stuck. James calculated around $ 2200.00 just last month from staying in an efficient motel. He can make $80.00 a day for a motel but the their credit score still considers them a risk. Stephanie
said what hurts her the most is when people judge her. She has been stung by the words and actions of others who make assumptions about a life that’s not even their own. As our conversation progressed, we turned our words and hearts towards God. God would show up for them time and time again. They may have had to spend hours in their car trying to figure out where they were going to stay for the night all while their hearts broke for their son. James would miraculously get a call from someone he drove months prior and there would be the money for another night’s stay. James and Stephanie have learned that not everyone is for them. I believe God has them in His hiding place. Throughout our lives we will have times when all hell breaks loose and in God’s sovereignty, our world becomes really small. Our focus is just on the next task at hand. We don’t have the wherewithal for pleasantries or meaningless conversation. We become intentional. Picking up a coffee mug and taking a sip of coffee is even intentional. It’s honing in like never before when the bottom falls out. All shallowness is obliterated. Everything we took for granted before is magnified. God is making new wine and it hurts. The deep valleys hurt. When a child is watching his or her parents barely scrapping by, it hurts. But God! Their oldest daughter who is in college changed her major from pediatrics to social work as she has witnessed her parent’s valley. God began sending her dreams and turning her heart towards that purpose. There is always a plan in play. This is not the end of their story. James and Stephanie are sacrificing for the future generation. Perhaps you are reading this right now (not by chance) and can do something. Do it! Homelessness is an epidemic. The development director at Family Promise said to me, “Would you start drinking if you were living on the streets?” “Yes,” I whispered. “No one wakes up and says, I think I’m going to start taking drugs today.” It’s so important for us to get to know people’s stories. We can’t help if we don’t start by listening. Yes, there are and always will be people in life who want a free ride but that is in every company, city, town, organization, family and street. We must not worry about being taken advantage of because God is watching. He is watching to see what we will do for our brothers and our sisters. Count the cost. ‘Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.’ Please go to the link below. Family Promise meets the needs. WWW.FAMILYPROMISEJAX.ORG // WWW.FAMILYPROMISE.ORG
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"MY FAMILY HAS A LONG HISTORY OF ADDICTION AND ANOTHER LEVEL. THEY WERE WORSE THAN HOMELE THE CURB ONE
t was my uncle’s funeral and I wasn’t in a particularly chatty mood. I was saddened by the loss of my uncle but there was more going on. It was more of the kind of people I knew I’d see at the funeral. A bunch of older people I didn’t remember who had stories about me I was too young to recollect. They’d tell me stories about my parents and grandparents. Stories I had heard a dozen times before. They all meant well, but in that season of life it was draining. I had a rough split with the church of my youth. My emotional, financial, and mental health had been impacted. Everything just took more out of me. I didn’t want to quit on life, I just struggled to do most simple tasks. There were weeks where taking a shower felt like a win. If I brushed my teeth, that was a win. One of the most exhausting things in this season was talking to people. I’ve always been extroverted and talkative, but somewhere in the aftermath, I had lost that. After the funeral everyone headed to my aunt’s home. I settled into a seat on the couch in the primary living room. Not the best location to avoid small talk. Still, as the only one in my family who had experience in ministry, I didn’t want to be unavailable. I had my bottle of water, some cheese cubes, crackers, and a meager sandwich. Various people came up to make small talk or catch up. I smiled. Kept my answers short. I wasn’t dismissive but I wasn’t engaging. After half a dozen small conversations, I was left to my own. That is until my cousin sat down next to me. My family has a long history of addiction and substance abuse but this one took it to another level. They were worse than homeless. They were the one you’d find dead on the curb one day. Truly heartbreaking stuff. I didn’t know them well, never had. I had heard they recently gave their life to Jesus. As they sat down, they introduced them self to me. They said how they saw my family in pictures, how beautiful my wife and family were. Very sweet. Very kind. Yet, you can tell, they were not right. There was a gap. Something was missing. Like a car when one of the pistons isn’t quite firing right. Over the next period of time they shared with me their story of abuse, addiction, homelessness and struggle for sobriety. It was hard to hear. As they did, I could see the way people looked at my cousin. I could hear comments they made. My family comes from poverty, but many have worked their way into being millionaires. Hard people. Tough people. Ambitious people. Pickyourselfupbyyourbootstrap people. Gosh darn it, if they could do it, so can you! Just takes a little hard work and determination. The kind of attitude you have to have to be dismissive because after all, if they worked as hard as you, they’d have what you have. I use to feel the same way. Then I lost control. The split from my church was my collapse. In one moment, everything I had was stripped. I lost my job. I lost my community. I lost my confidence. All of this led to my emotional and mental decline. I stopped eating. Then I wouldn’t stop eating. I began sleep walking. It all came to a head when I began to have panic attacks. In a matter of 60 seconds, I could go from watching TV to laying on the floor crying. I’d be inconsolable.
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ND SUBSTANCE ABUSE BUT THIS ONE TOOK IT TO ESS. THEY WERE THE ONE YOU’D FIND DEAD ON E DAY." To someone who has never had a panic attack, they’re hard to explain. It’s as if a little lie gets caught in a dust devil, and it starts spiraling. Next thing you know, that dirt devil is a fullblown hurricane and it’s flying around so fast, uprooting and smashing everything in its path. My wife would come around the corner and find her husband frozen in fear of something that is just in his head. Your mind is fighting with itself over something not real and you’re just along for the ride. You could be triggered by something you read or heard, or even just popped a thought. My wife didn’t know what to do when she found me having a panic attack. She was afraid for me to be left at home with our son. Over time I learned how to fight it off before it took over. That took months. It was the first time in my life I realized how little control we have and how quickly it can all be taken away from us. Coming from a hard working, selfmade family, I thought I was the master of my fate and the captain of my soul. Yet here I was, crippled. Paralyzed by the enemy within me. Recently, I have lost loved ones to glioblastoma and ALS. Healthy to dead due to no fault of their own and in no way under their control. We have so little control. One bad investment, one mistake while driving your car, one cancerous cell, one misfiring synapsis, you’re done. All you have, in a moment gone. My experience shattered the image of strength and determination I had been raised to believe. I was taught that Proverbs showed God hates socialism and gives success to those who work hard. The equation was you work hard, then God gives you favor, then success. I certainly agree that hard work is important in life. What I suddenly was struggling with was that no hard work can overcome certain circumstances outside your control. There are always miracle stories of people who make it out of bad situations, and plenty of people in great situations who squander it. Yet neither of those should be made the exemplar nor the culprit. There are things outside our control, situations and societies we are born into that we have little ability to change. Health conditions we weren’t prepared for. Financial implosions no fault of our own. For many people the world is not their oyster. We are left to make the best of what we have and this season awakened me to the reality that I’m not as impervious as I had once believed. Two years into my disintegration my motherinlaw said to me, “I miss the old Brandon.” I had no idea what she meant. I asked my wife. She confirmed, the man she had married was gone, but that it was okay. The new man listens better. He’s more gentle. He’s softer. It would be 18 months later, with a smile on her face that my bride saw her old husband raising up inside me. The snark, the wry smile, the playfulness. I took the lessons I had learned and the gentleness it had formed, and married them with the bombastic, playful husband she married. Still, that was only possible because of what I had around me. I great wife who didn’t quit on me when I broke. A graduate school with inexpensive therapists. Friends who encouraged me. Parents who offered to take my family into their home.
"YOU COULD TELL THEY CARRIED THE WEIGHT OF THEIR SHAME AS THEY SAT IN THAT ROOM WHILE FAMILY AND FRIENDS TURNED UP THEIR NOSES AT THEM."
I walked away from that season with a life altering realization. If not but by the grace of God and the advantages of my community, I very well would be broken, bitter, struggling to keep the power on, separated from my family and children. I’d be another statistic who lost their job and couldn’t afford a home in Los Angeles. Just like my cousin. On the day of my uncle’s funeral, my cousin sat next to me, crying, overwhelmed by the shame and pain. Understanding the causation of the pain being found in their own decisions. They told me of how Jesus met them and how they knew him and knew what he meant but that a normal job and normal life seemed beyond anything they could maintain. You could tell they carried the weight of their shame as they sat in that room while family and friends turned up their noses at them. It was in those tears that a reality of God’s kingdom came alive to me. In a room full of selfmade millionaires, who were vain, unhappy, lonely, vapid people, sat a poor woman who would inherit the kingdom of God. A room full of proud people. Their hard work had resulted in success and their conclusion was success simply took hard work. Blind to their good fortunes. Hardened by their victories. Their triumph was their demise. Lives spent chasing something of which they could never grab ahold. I can still see the student ministry pastor at my old church telling me, “There’s one thing God can’t do anything with, and that is pride.” An old pastor use to say the poor were God’s favorite people. He would say, God’s constantly talking about them in the Bible. The Old Covenant had laws in place to make sure the widows, orphans, immigrants, and poor would be taken care of. James said that carrying for them is pure and unadulterated religion. So, there we sat. My cousin and I, in the middle of that room. Tears streaming down their face. Weeping, humbly crying out to God, God I’m a sinner and I need you. Grabbing on to the only thing that mattered. Their helplessness would be their salvation. A lifetime of failure would lead to eternal glory. For God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.
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THE MAN WHOSE JACKET I KEPT . JESUS FORGIVE ME . B Y J E S S E A N A Y A
I am ungrateful. I pass judgment and I'm not who I want to be. In my eyes are the look of monster who thinks less than those. In my heart I am wicked. I am guilty. Jesus forgive me. It was winter time some years ago and I don't remember everything about the night – but I remember the man freezing on the floor. I will never know his name and I will never have an opportunity to become his friend. You could smell the salt in the air of the sea. The downtown San Diego shoreline was not far from where I was as I exited the fashion show that night. I had worn a gray winters coat, a white thermal underneath and navy denim jeans. And I shivered slightly as my body tried to adjust to the winters night chill. On foot, I weaved through the blocks in the late night downtown city streets and anxiously awaited sitting inside my SUV so that I could turn my heater on and allow my body to forget about the cold. And in a blind eye an encounter awaited me. Some blocks from my car a homeless man was shivering in the fetal position on the sidewalk ahead of me. He was freezing and had no coat and no heater to look forward to. He looked filthy and had dirty hair; had merely a tshirt on and wore old worn shoes. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or sick or withdrawing from drugs or whatever conclusion my mind wanted to jump to. And in those split seconds I debated within if I should give him my gray winters coat. Apart of me had some fear about approaching him and the other part of me felt compelled to help. And I wish I could tell you I was different but I can't. I am ungrateful. I pass judgment and I'm not who I want to be. Jesus forgive me. I didn't want to give up my nice gray winters coat. My material possession was more valuable to me than helping someone in need. I said a prayer for the man as I walked away from him, and I mostly said that prayer not for the man but to ease my own guilt. That night took place in winter 2011 and nine years later – I still remember the man whose jacket I kept. I will never know his name and I will never have an opportunity to become his friend. That jacket wasn't mine to keep but was an opportunity for me to give, and I didn't give. I didn't bless someone who was in need. Today, I am still imperfect. I still jump to conclusions when I see homeless people and I still don't appreciate the amenities and overflow of blessings in my life that I'm prone to take for granted. But I look forward to the opportunity to be put in situations where I can either keep or give – and it's my prayer that I will always give. “Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.” Hebrews 13:2
"MY MATERIAL POSSESSION WAS MORE VALUABLE TO ME THAN HELPING SOMEONE IN NEED. I SAID A PRAYER FOR THE MAN AS I WALKED AWAY FROM HIM, AND I MOSTLY SAID THAT PRAYER NOT FOR THE MAN BUT TO EASE MY OWN GUILT."
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was running out of Target with my mom. We had just gotten into the car and I’d barely buckled in the baby when I saw them. This family of three, sitting quietly on the bench outside with a sign asking for help. I don’t know what it was about them that struck me so hard. But that nudge was clear. You know the one I’m talking about. That Holy Spirit nudge. I dug into my wallet relieved to find that I had cash —a rare occurrence. My mom wanted to contribute also, and then off I was to deliver our gift. All I could think about as I left this family was how dearly loved they are by the Father. I prayed that the Lord would bless them and I had a peace in my heart from knowing that I had been obedient. I haven’t always been this obedient to that still, small voice, nor have I always been this compassionate on those begging for money on the side of the road (or Target). I have struggled with my desire to be wise and discern who is in true need and who is putting on a show. And then, one day I was coming back from an event with my college youth group. One of the leaders who I respect very much gave a homeless person outside of a restaurant some money, and I made a comment once inside about how he didn’t know what it would be used for. He responded that what that person did with the money was their affair, but that he (my leader) was accountable to God. God had instructed him to be generous and charitable to those who are in need. Who was he to decide who to help and who to ignore? Ever since that day, that statement has echoed in my mind every time I see someone who is in need and asking for help. “Give to everyone who begs from you, and from one who takes away your goods do not demand them back. And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.” Luke 6:3031
There was an old song called “The Sheep and the Goats” by an artist named Keith Green that came out in the ‘80’s that essentially paraphrased Matthew 25:3146. You may recall that those verses talk about Christ’s return and how He will separate the “sheep” from the “goats”; the righteous from the unrighteous. “Then the King will say to those on His right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me’,” Matthew 25:3436 Keith Green does an amazing job in his song of showing the devastation of those circumstances. I remember listening to it as a little girl, picturing Jesus in each of these situations and wanting so badly to visit Him in prison, wanting to clothe Him and feed Him and look after Him. And when the He tells the righteous all that they did for Him, they ask “When, Lord?” And He responds, “I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me,” Matthew 25:40 He then turned to address the goats. “Then He will say to those on His left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me,” Matthew 25:4143. One of the phrases in Keith Green’s song that always gets me is when the “goats” are responding to God. They say, “Oh Lord, when were you a stranger Lord, You weren’t one of those creepy people who used to
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come to the door, were you? Oh Lord, that wasn’t our ministry Lord. We just didn’t feel led, you know?” I pray that we will not put how we serve the Lord in a box and label it “ministry”. My hope is that hospitality and kindness and generosity will permeate our daily lives. May we look at our daily interactions with others as holy appointments from God. Keith Green ends his song with, “And my friends, the only difference between the sheep and the goats, according to this scripture, is what they did, and didn’t do!”. I want a heart that sees Jesus in the face of everyone I encounter. I want to be love in action. I want Him to say when He returns, “Well done, good and faithful servant”. Have you ever felt God prompt you to do something, and didn’t do it? I have, and I regret it all the time. When He gives us opportunities to be His hands and feet, let us not delay. Let us do unto others as we would like done unto us. I pray that every time you pass someone begging in the street, rather than making a snap judgement, that you will ask God to give you discernment. May we see the face of Jesus in everyone that we meet. The face of Jesus in the driver who cuts us off, the coworker who annoys us, the man begging outside of the market, the unstable or destructive relative, the prisoner, the politician, the unborn. May we all see the face of Jesus in those who are unlovely, because they are so dearly loved by Him. “The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me’.” Matthew 25:40
"I PRAY THAT WE WILL NOT PUT HOW WE SERVE THE LORD IN A BOX AND LABEL IT “MINISTRY”. MY HOPE IS THAT HOSPITALITY AND KINDNESS AND GENEROSITY WILL PERMEATE OUR DAILY LIVES. MAY WE LOOK AT OUR DAILY INTERACTIONS WITH OTHERS AS HOLY APPOINTMENTS FROM GOD."
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LIGHTHOUSE PHOENIX Q+A INTERVIEW 1. What is Lighthouse Phoenix? Lighthouse is a faith based support group reaching women in the sex industry mainly, strip clubs and brothels. Once a month our goal is for every single women in each club we visit to receive a lipgloss and a hug from us. We spread hope in the form of a lipgloss! 2. How is Jesus alive in your ministry/organization? God has blessed Kelly and Lauren with an amazing Lighthouse team. There is incredible unity among our team. He has also given us unprecedented favor with the clubs and managers. We are so thankful for the relationships we have been able to build with them and definitely don’t take it for granted! 3. Are there any praise reports your ministry can share from your experiences with Lighthouse Phoenix? One woman we met several years ago named Dallas contacted us after finding out that she pregnant and expecting a baby girl. Our founder, Kelly befriended Dallas and supported her throughout her new journey to motherhood. Today Dallas is longer working in the industry, has an associate’s degree and is an amazing mom to her daughter. She and Kelly are still very good friends to this day! 4. What are misconceptions about the women you serve? The women want to be working in strip clubs. This is a huge misconception since 89% of women working in the sex industry say they want to leave but have no other means of survival. Throughout the last several years, we have never met a women who enjoys working in a strip club. It is not glamorous job! 5. What can our readers be praying about for your ministry/ organization? Continued favor for our relationships with the managers and clubs, God’s provision for more resources to better reach the women in the Phoenix area which would include transportation, additional volunteers, and prayers!
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