We will gain strength in these trying times!

So much has changed since a year ago.
   As recently as a month ago, I could have written you about an amazing staff at SYMin. I could have written about gracious homeless young adults, so appreciative of the ways we are helping them. I could have written about donors who have sent special gifts and ordered or driven by food and supplies to help us respond to the COVID-19 emergencies in the lives of our clients. Instead, I want to take you back just 10 days.
   Social distancing was still new, and not everyone was observing it. The lockdown was still voluntary, but we at SYMin had already split ourselves into a “home team” and “drop-by team.” The home team was answering questions by phone and messaging. A slimmed down drop-by team inside our facility was busy for a second day serving clients in a new way outdoors.
   It was noon on a pretty spring day and we were opening up to pass our clients plates of food through the gate. We planned afterward to meet and discuss how to respond to other client needs.It was at that moment I saw something that captured my attention.
    A young man, I’ll call him Joey, was sitting against the wall, half-naked, dirty, scraped up and wearing a hospital band on his wrist. I walked outside to within six feet of him and asked, “What’s up?” I've known him for a while, but something was terribly different now.
   The whole team knows Joey. He's a sweet kid. He loves to sing and dance, and he's very good at both. And he loves meth -- loves the high and the exhilaration it produces. Occasionally, he falls out of love with drugs, but those times are rare. For several months he had been telling me, "I'm OK. I'm happy with my drug use. Don't assume I can't handle things. I’m fine." I just agreed in the moments he asserted himself so strongly, focusing instead on how we could help.

Looking at him now, I wondered what had happened. So skinny. So dirty. So scratched up. His expression told me something had changed. I just asked, "What has happened?" Joey spoke, but not really as a reply, "I know something now. God wants me alive. He saved me last night!" I agreed that God wants him alive and asked if he needed anything. He asked for food, so I walked inside the Drop-in, fetched him some, and returned.
   I sat down, again keeping my distance, to learn more. Where were his clothes, and why the hospital bracelet? "Oh, I was in the hospital because I took too much drugs and freaked out last night,” he explained. “I got hurt. I just got out of the hospital with nothing but a gown this morning. I walked all over and found these clothes on the street.  These are gross. I need clothes." So, I walked back inside the Drop-in, found him some, and resumed my perch to pick up the conversation.
   "I have to stop using drugs,” he said. “I have to get housing. I can't keep living the way I have been. I thought I was handling it, but I wasn't." I agreed. "Can I get some socks and fresh shoes?” he asked. “I just found these behind a dumpster." I walked back inside to get him some shoes. When I returned, he had eaten and changed.

This time, he said, "I'm going to change. I know God saved me last night." Then he seemed to qualify that comment: "But I'm not sure about this God stuff. I just don't know." I pushed back and said, "Joey, that's not true. You've always been quite clear on God. I've known you for a while. You've always believed in Him. You're not sure about why God loves you, and you're not sure what your relationship with God is, but you are -- and always have been -- sure about God."
   He thought for a minute and agreed. I continued, "You may not be sure about Christians. I know they've done some dumb things to you in your life." He nodded agreement. "You may not be sure about church. You haven't been welcomed or comfortable there." Again, he agreed. "But you know the truth. Capital T-R-U-T-H. God is real, and He's good. This truth is comforting. It's uplifting. And it gives you strength, all of which you could use right now. So, stop arguing with yourself and just enjoy what you already know."
   Joey agreed to give it time. He's working out his salvation now. He's working on his relationship with God.
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These are strange times. Surely this is the strangest Holy Week I can recall. (Even weirder than the year Ash Wednesday fell on Valentine's Day and the Easter fell on April Fool's.) And we're all dealing with very different issues today than we faced last month, but I've had the privilege of having this "Joey" conversation again and again over the years.  Renewal is real. Rebirth is real. God is comfort; He is uplifting, and He is a source of strength. Joey needs Him, always has. We need Him, always will. We're all on a journey, and I pray we never fail to see that God is with us. Although our journey has led us away from things we now miss and into times we wish were better, I am fully convinced that our path is leading us to a time of something better. (I'm also fully convinced that Joey will find better times ahead.)
   We will likely have a new normal when the pandemic abates, but I believe we can also emerge stronger from this challenging time. Comfort one another. Uplift one another. Enjoy one another! Rejoice! For HE IS RISEN! And He is with us! Amen.
Terry Cole

Easter blessings from the SYMin team!

In those good, close days ...

Before the coronavirus outbreak, our team posed with a client for this photo. These days, we practice social distancing. Read how we've customized our outeach to street youth in one of our stories, below. We look forward to when we can take photos like this again.

But Sunday's Coming!

I have been thinking about hope a lot this week. This is Holy Week. I asked my Sunday school friends to try to experience the whole week as a sequence of events and emotions. It starts with great expectation on Palm Sunday. It continues with teaching, preaching, and reforms in the early part of the week. It deepens on Thursday with the service of humble foot washing, the giving of a new dual commandment: Love God with All Your Heart --AND-- Love One Another. This is the height of spiritual teaching. Then Thursday takes a drastic turn as Jesus begins the preparation for the cross by saying goodbye, praying in the garden, and drinking the cup. Friday begins with early morning betrayal, the chaotic questioning by the political leaders, mocking, and beating. Then finally in the afternoon, Jesus dies. All of nature cries out in anguish: black clouds roll, thunder peals, the curtain of the temple tears. Saturday is a day the church suffers without it's head, for Jesus is separated form the Father and descends into hell. And we would all stay in the lost, lonely and dark state but for one thing.

Hope is all that can get you through this. "But Sunday's coming!" is the cry of encouragement from my former pastor and friend. No matter how deep the dispair, "Sunday's coming." And on Sunday, the Lord is risen, we are blessed and assured that the Father, Son, and Holy ghost are one, and they pour love down us afresh and cover us with grace.

I think the life of a young person who lives on the street might be like Holy Week. I don't know if all their lives started out with joyful entry, but I think they usually do. Even if the home life is troubled from the start, I think they enter into it with the innocence of children. And in many cases, home life wasn't always difficult.

Recently several separate youth revealed to me that they had a grandparent or a special person who held everything together for a family. Some even mention grandparents who guided the family toward God. But once they were gone, the family lost it's way and many turned away from God.

At some point, questioning and debate and argument broke out into the life of the youth. Maybe they sought a different life and headed for the street. Maybe they just found a different home life right there at home as things fell apart for the family. And at some point, the innocence of youth turned into something else. They may have been beaten, abandoned, abused. They may have begun to abuse themselves and use substances.

"But Sunday is coming." Jesus has something for these youth that can and will change everything. It turns mourning into dancing. It turns night into day. The grace of God, received afresh, gives us the power to transform and be transformed in every way.

"Sunday is coming." Hope can spring afresh for these youth. But we must wait. We must be vigilant. We must stand ready to spread the word that the tomb is empty. Jesus has conquered sin and death, and he loves *you* and will help turn your deepest despair, deepest problems, deepest shame into loving God and loving others.

"Sunday IS coming." Look for it. Count on it.