Restoring Hope. Sharing God's Love. Serving Atlanta's Most Vulnerable.

We happened to visit Pennsylvania on July of 2019 to attend a Christian gathering. On the venue we stumbled into a family on the parking lot that was also there from Georgia. When we got back home to Georgia we invited them over for dinner. They were a family of 5 and had young kids like we did. That evening in August, as they worked into our home, they noticed the street microphone and speaker set, the huge cooking bowls and coolers but said nothing about it until the conversation that evening somehow focused on the homeless. We shared our desire to feed the homeless and the conversation blow wide open. It turned out that they had been feeding the homeless as a family for years when they lived in California, Tennessee, Georgia and North Carolina. They noticed that they had observed things in our household configured in this direction when the walked in. To shorten this story, by mid September we were ready for our very first homeless outreach. The two families had come together to make the event possible after we had weeks of planning and gaining valuable insights. We had no idea that it was God's way of getting us started because within the next two weeks this family suddenly relocated to a different state. A job offer had necessitated the sudden move. We were left alone but God was with us. Today, it is August 2026 and we our gearing up to celebrate the beginning of our 8 year feeding the homeless.

It was March 2020, the most notable month of the pandemic. The Federal government had declared covid 19 an official pandemic. The Georgia government issued an unprecedented public health emergency on March 14, forcing public schools, colleges, universities, churches, restaurants and gathering larger than 10 people to shutdown. There was a lot of uncertainty about the virus. Since the Lord had given us prior knowledge about this event, we had somewhat prepared ourselves for it. Unsure about whether to go ahead with preparations to feed the homeless that month, we decided to visit downtown Atlanta on Wednesday, the 25th to gain 1st hand knowledge of the situation. It was a ghost town. There were virtually no cars or people on the streets. A scene from the Sci fi moves that had become real. We drove through street after street checking to see if there were homeless people congregating somewhere but found none. As we drove back home talking and praying about it. We suddenly felt encouraged and emboldened to continue with the homeless outreach preparation for that month even when it made no sense. As a family with no external helpers, we could only prepare about 75 food packs. That Saturday, the 28th of March, we loaded the car with food, water and other essentials and drove about 40 mins downtown to a park in front of Sparks Hall GSU. It was our favorite at the time and it made sense to journey there first. To our surprise the park was super full of homeless people. I refused to be discourage or allow myself think about what may happen after we run out of food. The food line stretched from the trunk of our minivan and disappeared behind a distant building. As we handed out food and water, we kept hearing the words, THANK YOU FOR COMING. NO ONE ELSE CAME. We kept giving away food and water until the last person on line got the very last food package. I can't explain how this happened till date but I can confidently say that miracles still happen today.