My mom, Willie Jordan, went home to be with Jesus peacefully on Saturday, June 13th.

At 93 years old, after a beautiful life of faith, an amazing marriage to my father Fred, seven children, and decades of serving people around the world with the love of Jesus, my mom finished her race well.

It is hard to put into words who she was.

Let’s be honest—this isn’t the fun letter. It’s a “NOT THE FUN STUFF” letter.

It’s not one of those stories that will make you smile, like seeing a life changed or a child’s joy at receiving their first warm meal.

We love those moments! But every life we touch happens because of something less glamorous—the ovens, the refrigerators, the elevator, the water heater, the A/C, and the lights.

If you turn on the news, it feels like doom and destruction are everywhere.

The noise is constant, the images are heartbreaking, as if there is no “Good News.” But at Fred Jordan Missions, our calling has always been to share the Good News of Jesus with real people who are hurting, scared, and wondering how they will make it through tomorrow.

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.

Many decades ago, my parents, Fred and Willie Jordan, looked into the eyes of hungry, forgotten people on the streets of Los Angeles and did something beautifully simple:

They gave them Jesus.

"Bread n' Butter" was a simple, loving message they shared with friends like you, and today I want you to feel the same heartbeat of that love extended.

Every day, men, women, and children came to the Mission doors.

1. Pray the window of heaven opens

Prayer is not just a formality; it is the frontline of this Mission. Scripture assures us that "the effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much," reminding us that our prayers truly move the heart and hand of God.

Meet Greg, who used to sleep on concrete and eat whatever he could find. Now, he stands as living proof of change. People prayed for him-the broken, the addicted, the forgotten—long before they even knew his name.

When we think about the companies we rely on every day, we often trust household names—brands like Kellogg's, Ford, Delta Airlines, and Baker's Chocolates. These companies have stood the test of time for over 80 years. Their longevity gives us confidence and reassurance when eating breakfast, driving a car, booking a flight, or indulging in a sweet treat. We trust them, not only because of their reputation, but because they have proven themselves reliable across generations.

While many gather with family around festive tables, countless men, women, and children face a harsh reality. They have no home, no warm meal, no gift under a tree. Instead, they live surrounded by pain-FREE crack pipes, FREE fresh needles, even FREE EpiPens nailed to lampposts to save those who overdose. Can you imagine such heartbreak?

A woman, laboring in childbirth, lay crying out in agony. Her baby was crowning, but clutched in her hands was not a lifeline; it was a crack pipe. She was an addict, lost somewhere along life's dark path. Her partner lay beside her, unmoved, also chasing the next high. Though Team Jesus surrounded her with love and help, both she and her partner rejected it.

Within the hour, her screams fell silent.

Why help those who have lost their way – those suffering in the darkest places of addiction, homelessness, and despair?

If people are overdosing right at the doorstep of Fred Jordan Missions, aren't they beyond hope?

This heart-wrenching question of “What’s the point?” was posed to me directly, and my answer was a simple yet powerful truth: Jesus is the point.

For over 80 years, Fred Jordan Missions has faithfully stood as a beacon of hope, called to feed, clothe, and share the life-changing love of Jesus with those the world has forgotten.

We have seen several deaths from overdoses within feet of our front door, and nothing prepares you for seeing a lifeless body put into a body bag and carried away.

David, our Outreach Pastor, and one of our interns were recently handing out food to the homeless when a commotion erupted across the street. Immediately, they ran toward the commotion and saw some homeless rifling through bags and clothing.

A man was lying motionless on the ground. It was Miguel. He was a regular at the Mission but lay unconscious, foaming at the mouth with a needle still lodged in his arm.

I come to you today with a heavy yet hopeful heart, asking you to join me to uplift and help those who live in the shadows of hardship, hurt, and despair.

Fred Jordan Missions stands as a beacon of light amidst the darkness, a sanctuary where the marginalized find solace, the suffering find relief, and those who are forgotten find remembrance.

When it comes to giving, we have seen a pattern emerge where a humble few bear the weight of the work while many stand on the sidelines.