The Gospel Rescue Mission has been one of the biggest surprises of my life. My 50’s marked a gradual decline in finances and ability to find work. Even though Las Cruces permitted me to leave my past behind in Los Angeles, I became isolated and depressed. My aloneness with no prospects left me panicked.
I had seen the Mission before and recalled all the funny looking people hanging around on the street outside. I assumed it was a drug-infested, insane place that housed only the most derelict of people.
One day in October 2015 I stopped by to check it out. There was gentlemanly Geoff in his wheelchair at the door. And sweet and kind Richmond behind the counter. The shelter wasn’t spotless but it was tidy and maintained. People here cared. I felt safe and breathed a sigh of relief. I met the matron, Mama Kay at the time, and we talked for a while. Mama Kay answered “yes” to every question I asked. Can I park my car here? Yes. Can I stay in during the day if I need to? Yes. Are there showers every day? Yes. I left feeling I had made a small connection with some special people and that I could do this.
A month or so later, I arrived at the Mission. Right away I made a friend in one of the other homeless ladies. My assigned chore was housekeeping. And, as I neatened the Chapel and administration building, cleaned the bathrooms, and vacuumed and mopped floors every day, I came to learn the simple joy of selfless service for others. For the first time in a long time, I felt good about what I was doing. Now I run the clothing closet as well.
Though I do feel better about myself, the important part is I’ve come closer to understanding the Bible, and maybe have grown a little closer to God. Those who live here, work here and inhabit the place are interesting, mostly intelligent people. So my experience has been a good one so far. I arrived just before Thanksgiving, which is appropriate as I give thanks every day for this place.
So if you’re down and out, depressed with nowhere to go, or know someone who is, all I can say is more drugs or suicide are not the answer. Come to the Las Cruces Gospel Rescue Mission. God lives there. And the people who work for Him there will take good care of you.