Dear Friend,
Out there on the streets around the Mission, some might see a crowd of forgotten faces—but we see something different. We see a family. A community that looks out for one another, hurts together, and helps each other survive.
They may not have houses, but they have a home here at Fred Jordan Missions.
Just a few weeks ago, our chapel filled with smoke when tents nearby caught fire. A small kerosene heater had tipped over, setting one ablaze. Instead of panic, there was courage—people ran toward the danger, pulling others to safety. No one was left behind. That’s what family does.
Invisible to most—but never to us. And never to God.
These are the forgotten people we’re called to love, feed, clothe, and comfort. Just recently, during a crowded lunch service, our Outreach Pastor David noticed a man named Alfredo sitting alone—shoulders slumped, eyes fixed on the floor. With trays moving and the room buzzing, it would’ve been easy to keep going. But David stopped. He pulled up a chair, listened to Alfredo’s story, and prayed with him right there. Alfredo didn’t need a sermon—he just needed someone to see him. And sometimes, stopping for one is the whole assignment.
