You know somebody — or maybe you’re one of those people yourself — who just makes things grow.
That was my grandfather ... the founder of Gospel Rescue Mission.
He wasn’t a gardener. He grew people. God gave him a gift for finding someone who was broken, or lost, or hurting ... and infusing that person with hope, with healing ... until they started growing ... becoming everything God intended them to be.
My grandfather was a grower in other ways, too. He grew this Mission by bringing people together, and inspiring them to step up, to contribute whatever time and talent and treasure they could, to become part of something bigger than themselves.
All those individual contributions were magnified into a huge collective impact, reaching thousands of hurting people, changing their lives by the power of God’s love. Countless businesses, churches, families, and individuals gave whatever they could — money, extra food, spare clothing, furniture, and more — and as they did, the impact of their generosity grew.
This month, we’re celebrating the “Opportunity to Grow” that this Mission has always represented, for multitudes of people in need. There is nothing like our Center of Opportunity for people who arrive just barely clinging to hope ... not just meeting their immediate needs, but giving them a chance to grow into their God-given potential.
This is the beautiful calling I hope you’ll join me in again today, by giving a generous gift of support to Gospel Rescue Mission.
Hear Deidra’s testimony in her own words.
With your gift of compassion today, you’ll come alongside a homeless person and give them the skills, the confidence, and the support they need to successfully reintegrate into society. You won’t simply be providing shelter — you’ll be offering a place of hope and restoration for people’s lives.
You’ll rescue someone like Deidra. She was born into a home wracked by violence... her mom suffered from addiction and her dad was an alcoholic. “My parents, my uncles, my cousins, my friends all used drugs,” Deidra remembers. “I was surrounded by it.”
Deidra was drinking and using marijuana by 13. At 17, she had a baby boy. Three years later, a baby girl arrived. With the stress of single parenthood, Deidra turned to heroin, just trying to make herself numb.
Her life was chaos. Because of the drugs, she couldn’t hold a job. From the time she was 23, she was addicted and homeless. She left her children at her mother’s place.
“When I wanted to see my kids, I would clean up and show up at my mom’s house and beg her to see them,” Deidra remembers. “My kids would just cry and cry. Eventually my mom got tired of it. She called DCS on me. She told me, ‘If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to take your kids away from you.’”
It was a wakeup call for Deidra. “I didn’t want to lose my children.” She heard about Gospel Rescue Mission, and showed up with her children. Her daughter was scared. Her son was angry. Deidra was both — tormented by questions: Am I really going to be able to quit drugs? Or is this the place I’m going to lose my kids?
But God had set the stage for Deidra to grow. The first student she met in our Recovery program was a young woman named Marlene. “She had this light inside of her — this hope and love and courage,” Deidra recalls, “and I wanted that light.”
The two women talked for two solid hours. By the time that conversation ended, Deidra knew she was in the right place — and ready to grow.
Today, Deidra is free. By God’s grace, she is powerful. “I had all this comfort and support from the counselors and staff here,” she says. “I am so grateful for that! God is my right-hand man now. Before I go to anyone else, I go to God.”
She’s graduated from our women’s recovery program, and working through the re-entry phase. We’re helping her find a job and affordable housing. Her son 10, and daughter, 7, are doing great. “My children know so much about God now!” Deidra says. Sometimes they look at the transformation in Deidra and think That’s OUR Mom!
Amazingly, this woman who nearly lost her own children is serving beautifully in our childcare a — and planning for college ... to become a children’s counselor!
And this is just one family among so many, who have been redeemed by God’s love through the generous support of a friend like you ... a friend who says “I’ll give someone the opportunity to grow.” A friend who says “I’ll be part of something bigger than myself — I’ll do my part, and let God grow it ... multiply it ... magnify it ... into something beautiful, something eternal, in the life of someone in desperate need.”
Today I ask you to be a friend like that, once again.
Thanking God for you,
And he had taken a long, torturous road to malnutrition — growing up in a world of alcohol and drugs, with two abusive stepfathers, never knowing his birth father. With no spiritual guidance whatsoever. “All I knew about God came from the Pledge of Allegiance at school,” he says.
Steven functioned almost like a father to his three brothers and his sister — because his parents were so often drunk, or high, or fighting... or in jail. His home life was so awful, he worked extra hard in high school just to graduate a year early and get out on his own. He fled to beautiful Tucson. Here, he built a good life. He enjoyed a good job in the mining business, with a good salary.
But one day, Steven’s little brother overdosed, on their mother’s front porch, and died. It was his younger brother’s 24th birthday. Steven went into a tailspin. “He was my best friend,” Steven recalls. “I took care of him when he was growing up, so he was a little bit like a son too.”
On that day of tragedy, Steven began drinking. He drank absolutely every day, for 2,191 days in a row.
In the middle of it all, Steven’s mom overdosed on heroin, and died on her living room floor. “That sealed my fate,” Steven says today. “I had kids, a vehicle, a good job and a home, but I just shut down. I walked away from it all, from everyone.” Then he lived in drain tunnels. “The pain I had been carrying around all my life hit a point where I didn’t want to be alive anymore. I didn’t care... Everyone I loved was dying, and I didn’t want to go through that anymore.”
Homeless, wandering the streets, Steven lurked behind restaurants near closing time, then dug through the trash, hoping to find something edible. He staggered from month to month, gradually wasting away. But it was hunger that finally saved his life.
One morning he awoke famished, and began walking down 29th Street looking for something to eat. He had never heard of Gospel Rescue Mission, but he saw people coming in and out carrying clothes. Maybe a place that offered clothing would offer food as well?
“I was ashamed. I had been in the same clothes, with no shower or anything.” He waited until the crowds cleared, then nervously went in. A woman greeted him. “I asked her if I could have some food. She said, ‘Yes! I can get you a box full. Do you have an address to take it to?’ I told her no, but that I was so hungry I could eat a whole box full right then and there!”
Steven committed his life to Christ. He stopped drinking and - after a 22-year habit - stopped smoking. He was baptized on April 6th. “My life got so much better!” he says. “I have a sense of joy, and the anger and hurt are gone. I always wanted a father, and in the Lord I found one who is always there for me, and that I can count on.”
The generous support of our donors and volunteers helped save Steven’s life. But more men, women, and children are still hungry today, and "There's something you can do!" Please donate today and help save another person like Steven. Thank you in advance and God bless you!
Mike is the actor on our recent “Band-Aid” commercial.
The truth is that Mike is no actor at all. Mike actually lived a homeless, drug addicted life, until his time here at the Mission.
“It was a neat experience,” Mike says of the day he volunteered to film our TV commercial. “I’m glad the message is getting across, that the hand-out that you give here or there is just temporary. I know that’s true.”
Mike knows because he’s been there.
He lived most of his life in Tucson. Apart from his father passing when he was 12, he had a good childhood. He became a painter and earned a good living. But in 2015, when his mother passed away suddenly — Mike lost his way. “It put me in a bad place,” he remembers. “I wasn’t ready for God to take my mom. I couldn’t understand why He did that - and I hated Him for it.”
Mike turned to drugs for help. “I was already drinking here and there,” he recalls, “but that’s when I got hooked on meth. I started smoking every day. For the next two years, it was my coping device. I thought it was helping with the pain, but the more I did it, the more I realized it was just masking the problem.”
“I eventually lost my job,” Mike says. “I couldn’t pay my rent and I ended up on the streets.”
That’s where he spent the next 7 months: on sidewalks, in drain tunnels, anywhere he could find a place to lay his head.
He learned how hard it is — and how dangerous — to be homeless in Tucson.
“It wasn’t pretty,” Mike says. “You’ve got to watch your back all the time.” Someone was murdering homeless people - four people were killed in five days. One morning, Mike awoke to find police officers swarming the neighborhood. “A man in the tunnel next to mine was beaten unconscious with a lead pipe.”
That was the day Mike decided, “It’s time to get out of here. I’d had enough. I knew I needed to get help.”
By God’s grace, he heard of a place called Gospel Rescue Mission. He decided to give it a try. Every day, he came for a meal. When a bed opened up, we moved him in. Finally, Mike had a safe place to lay his head. A place to call “home.” A real bed. An actual pillow. A place of rest... of love... of hope.
And when Mike discovered that we offered Genesis, an addiction-recovery program, he was eager to sign up. That was barely a year ago. “GRM has changed my life,” he says. “The change is like day and night.”
But Mike’s transformation is about more than just substances. It’s about the Savior.
“One day in chapel, suddenly it all made sense,” Mike remembers. “The Holy Spirit grabbed me and I understood why everything happened. He told me that it was time for me to get my life going!”
“Here I’ve felt the Holy Spirit,” Mike says. “I’ve been blessed. GRM has changed my life. It’s like night and day, the change.”
Today, Mike is working, saving for an apartment. He’s also a little “famous,” thanks to his participation in our Band-Aid commercial! “I’ll be out somewhere and people say, ‘Aren’t you that guy from the GRM commercial?’ It makes me feel good that people are getting the message!”
God did it all — but He uses friends like you to set it all in motion. And we pray you’ll help us keep our doors open to another man like Mike, by giving a generous tax-deductible contribution today. Your generosity won’t provide just a Band-Aid, a short-term fix... You’ll be offering the chance for long-term transformation... hope for eternity! Thank you in advance! God bless you!
In one horrible flash — one terrible moment of realization — Tamara suddenly knew: Her addiction was out of control.
While it was true that she had been an addict for most of her life, Tamara was what you would call “functioning.” She managed to hold down a job, care for her nephew, the son of her incarcerated brother – she even attended church. She was one of the few who could keep her cravings in check, all the while covering everything up.
But then, when she was 33, a few of her girlfriends introduced her to a new “friend:” Meth.
Tamara entered a whole new world. She knew this drug would wreck her life. To this day, she remembers whispering a prayer, with the meth-pipe in her hand: “God, you have to come and do something, because I like this.”
Nine years later, you wouldn’t have recognized her: She was broken down. She’d been fired – again. She’d sold off all her possessions just to buy meth and stay high. She was homeless and utterly addicted. The word she used to describe herself: “worthless.”
For a time, she survived by driving prostitutes to and from their appointments. “I was homeless, broken-hearted, broken down,” Tamara says. Seemingly beyond hope – Tamara sometimes slept in her mother’s car. Some nights an acquaintance would let her sleep on their couch.
Only God can help me, she thought, because I’ve been so ugly.
“I gave up,” she recalls.
But God didn’t.
She remembered, that since she was little, her parents took her to church and taught her about God. Now, scraping the very bottom of life’s barrel, Tamara reached up to God one more time. On this desperate day, she knew that if God didn’t answer her prayer, the drugs were going to kill her.
“I don’t want to die like this,” she prayed. “I don’t want to be smoking a bowl when you sound that trumpet. I want to be free.”
And God did answer her prayer — with three simple words: “Gospel Rescue Mission.”
She had actually called us before, more than once, looking for a place to sleep. But every time, our women’s shelter facilities were at full capacity. “No room at the inn.” Then one day, Tamara somehow worked up enough faith to give it one more try.
“Lord, if it’s easy to get in, I’ll know it’s you speaking to me,” Tamara prayed. “If it’s hard, I don’t know what I’m going to do. But you said you’d never leave me or forsake me, so I’m going to call.”
“Can you come in Wednesday?” Stephanie asked (a graduate of the women’s recovery program) Tamara was so astonished, she had to ask the woman to repeat herself! On Wednesday, Tamara got another shock: She learned about our addiction recovery program that she had never known about. “God, this is you!” she exclaimed. “This is all you!”
Today, nearly a year later, Tamara has a new relationship with her mom. (They have a lovely routine: Tamara visits her on Sundays, cooks dinner for her, and spends time with her. Her mom often tells her how proud she is of her!)
Today you can help change the lives of others like Tamara. When you donate, not only is your gift tax-deductible, it also helps us minister to people in desperate need of a new chance at life. Thank you in advance and God bless you!
We can imagine how you’d describe Bill, if you had known him back then: “A star.”
He was a business owner. Popular. Successful.
And a true patriot: he served in the U.S. Army National Guard for years.
But then came trouble. Even though he could find success, he couldn’t seem to hold onto it. Whatever enterprise he pursued, it would always go great at first, but then he would somehow ruin everything...
Bill couldn’t figure out why he was chronically self-destructing. In frustration, he started drinking. Project after project collapsed. His résumé — once honorable — degenerated into an embarrassment. His reputation got so bad, he couldn’t find corporate work anywhere. He ended up turning to the only employment he could find: working as a day laborer.
Yet at 57, he couldn’t keep up with the younger guys. He needed more energy. Power bars didn’t cut it. Finally, Bill made a deadly mistake: he started ingesting meth. He was addicted in a flash — overwhelmingly addicted. It wasn’t long before he was such a mess, he couldn’t work at all... and soon he was evicted from his apartment.
It was the end.
“If this is all there is,” he said to himself, “I don’t want to be here anymore.”
But by God’s grace, Bill didn’t take his own life. Some small spark of hope flickered to life in his heart and he called out to a God he hardly even knew:
“I can’t do this anymore, I’m too old,” he cried. “I need help.”
God in His mercy led Bill to Gospel Rescue Mission. And thanks to the generous support of caring friends like you, we were here for him. We welcomed him, gave him a place to sleep, clothes and meals — and we introduced him to the love of Jesus, the only power that could really change his life.
Bill isn’t the last one who will need us, though. Another desperate, downtrodden, downhearted soul will show up on our doorstep tomorrow.
Bill’s story is just one great example of how a life can change, even when things seem hopeless. He entered our recovery program and enrolled in our “Genesis” discipleship program. In the days that followed, he was amazed to finally discover what started his downhill slide in the first place: he witnessed a traumatic event involving his family that he had to keep a secret. This resulted in him living with fear and anxiety and, at times, physical abuse because of what he had witnessed.
Bill had grown up as a prisoner of fear. His instinctive response was to push himself to succeed in business and find his identity there. So when success eluded him, Bill self-destructed.
This breakthrough insight set him on the road to a whole new life.
Here at the Mission, Bill discovered that God never intended him to find his identity in status as a business owner, or in financial success. God designed him to find his identity in Jesus Christ, as a reflection of God’s love.
“I am not the same person I was when I came in here,” Bill says with a tremendous smile. “The core classes have helped me surrender my life to Christ — to truly live by what that means.”
Bill has graduated from our recovery program — and he’s training to become a recovery support specialist with the National Association of Mental Illness.
“It’s all God,” Bill says. “I couldn’t do any of this without Him.”
And God, in His grace, has chosen to work through you and me, allowing us to serve here as the hands and feet to His foundation of Love.
Please partner with us today to help us continue in this work, provide emergency shelter — and more — for someone like Bill, someone in dire need, by giving generously today. Thank you in advance! God bless you.
“At my worst I would go through 10-15 tall boys and a 30 pack of beer every day. I must have spent $700 or more on alcohol every month,” Roberto admits.
His addiction cost him his home, his job, even his relationship with his wife and daughter who, when we met him, he hadn’t spoken to in six years. It was only when he finally wore out his welcome sleeping on people’s couches, that he found himself at the doors of the Gospel Rescue Mission.
The plan was to sleep, shower, and sober up in hopes of finding work. But with his alcoholism still unresolved, there was little hope that Roberto’s plan would be successful – and God knew it. Soon after he arrived, changes in the fire safety codes reduced our men’s shelter capacity from 130 beds to just 55. Suddenly Roberto was one of over a hundred men that found themselves out on the streets with nowhere to go.
But God didn’t abandon him – He just had a better plan...
What was your family like? They sold drugs.
You’ve probably never heard such an answer, but you’ve never met Tracy...
Cameron had battled addiction ever since Afghanistan. Working for a military contractor, his job was to help find and clear out caves filled with drugs – a major source of funding for terrorists. It was common knowledge among his co-workers that if a little bit of contraband went missing during assignment, no one cared - as long as it didn’t interfere with work. Curious, Cameron tried a bit after work one day and got hooked.
Bringing his addiction home with him was the hardest battle of all.
It had success over him on a number of occasions. But he fought back, managing to kick the habit several times on his own. He was in the middle of his longest stretch of sobriety when he found out that his brother, who he was staying with, was also an addict. He knew that if he stayed, he would fall right back into addiction – that’s when a friend pointed him to Gospel Rescue Mission.