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In 1849, San Francisco was founded by a love for gold, and all that it could buy. For the every day man, fortune was not found. Many came and left empty handed, disillusioned, and defeated. The promise of fame and fortune failed to fulfill all that they had hoped for. Today many young men come to the city for similar reasons, to find happiness and destiny; a place to claim as their own. The deceptive charms of the city loose their luster, once more generating a theme of disappointment.
Many heroin addicts end up (if they are not already) on the streets because of the cost to support their expensive habit. Homeless, and jobless, these people are forced to turn to alternative means to pay for the drug. Prostitution has emerged on the streets, no longer stereotyped by gender, but by drug need. Men and women of all ages sell their bodies as a means to acquire their next fix. As YWAM moved into the Tenderloin neighborhood of San Francisco, this subculture became quite apparent. There was an obvious need to reach the broken lives of these young men prostituting themselves. Polk Street in particular was an area widely known for its drug use and prostitution; a home for the downtown "street kids."
Some of our ways to build relationship with these men have been through: Jail/Hospital visits, court date appearances, dinner and bible studies, creative arts, hot chocolate friendship evangelism, and much more. As many of these men came to the city looking for gold, something to hold onto, we have offered them something of far greater value; a relationship with Jesus Christ. We have seen what our God can do in the face of addiction and hopelessness, and we have seen lives completely transformed and restored by the power of God's unfailing love. Please read below as some of our friends share their testimonies about their time as "street kids." Visit the ministtry's own website: http://www.ywamconnect.com/sites/wildflower/Homepage |
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This last summer was a lot more than I expected it to be, and ended up being one of my favorite summers ever. At the end of my DTS I felt like God was calling me to stay in San Francisco and do a Summer of Service. I couldn't wait to go home after the school and start my "care-free" summer, so at first working the whole summer seemed like it was going to be hard. |
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