We live in a climate where, mistakenly, we think the loudest voice wins so we drown out any opposition, listening is viewed as a sign of surrendering to the other side, and apologizing is considered the last resort of a desperate flounderer. To shout is better than to listen. To shame is better than to forgive. To make an excuse is better than an apology.

The moment I arrived in the Tenderloin I had my answer. The dirty sidewalks, the people living on the streets, the evidence of hopelessness and in the middle of it all - YWAM. Not hidden, but present. Not passive, but engaged. That was the moment where it felt right and I finally knew that this was where I was supposed to be.

The people of the Tenderloin are beautiful. They are the generous ones. They are the ones who immigrated here from hard places. They are the seniors in group homes on Ellis Street. They are the Latino families who send their kids to dance class. They are the Yemeni women who make the best bread. They are the owners of our favorite neighborhood markets who always give me free sparkly water! They are Paul and Abdul and Melissa. They are hope and joy and love.

I was surrounded by a community that constantly saw in me what I couldn’t, believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself, and helped me have faith when I was fearful. I found freedom at the foot of the Cross and was shown so much grace and patience in learning to continually pursue Jesus.

It’s interesting when we give God room, how much He can take people and move in their lives. We think we need to have sophisticated words or great ability, but all we need to do is give people permission, and find ways to connect. When I moved to the Tenderloin in 2004, I thought I was going to create something that would change people. I thought I was going to be important. But what I have found is that letting others into my life and taking the risk to love people who seem like they don’t deserve it? That allows God to move.

Love looks like asking questions before making assumptions.  Love looks like nourishing a dream that’s bigger than you yourself can accomplish.  Love looks like giving away a pair of warm socks on a windy evening.

I love this outreach because it’s so much like what Jesus did in the Bible. He just spent so much time sitting and eating with with people. I think it’s so awesome that we get the opportunity to live like Jesus in this way and teach the youth that we can live like Him in the simplest ways.

YWAM to me? To me it means everything. When I became older I haven’t wanted company or anything special. I have preferred to be alone. But since I’ve come here and I’ve started to volunteer I’ve found a lot of not just good people, but special people who mean so much to me.

As this friend and I left in different directions, I felt like I was supposed to go into Ross and also felt that there may be a specific woman I was supposed to meet.

Right then the holy spirit spoke to me, and He said, "Why do you think I have YWAM in this neighborhood?" These properties are a laboratory for mission.