As a minister of the Gospel, I went down to check out the 8am Saturday Service and to meet the…read moreDirector Ken. The facility is super clean and there is an atmosphere of order and concern for each man housed there. My experience is that men do not like structure or being told what to do, and without structure the result is chaos. The Bible says, "There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death." Ken is a great man with a vision to help as many people as possible for JESUS. Keep up the good work for JESUS, Ken, John and all the volunteers. The Gospel of JESUS is the only way out of a life of addiction, anger, abuse, pain and sin. RJ in Grants Pass, OREGON

A great place to get your head on straight,again. Being homeless or renting month to month takes…read moreits toll physically and especially mentally. You also have the time for your spiritual needs. You also can get HUD, get your bills in order save money and know that there are people around to help, you are not alone which is a relief and you are safe. It's not always a walk in the park, but nothing worth doing or having is NOT easy, but worth it. If you need help and need to get back on your feet and be independent, this is the place.

Everything has been much harder this year during the pandemic and this church has really gone above…read moreand beyond for people in need in this area. I was so impressed with the lunch they give out on a regular basis I had to give them praise. Rob is the cook today and he went all out, like he does every time. Today's menu was homemade pizza, homemade crust and organic/local grown veggies. The 2 flavors were Italiano and taco. They served with a good looking side salad. The pizza they were giving out here was definitely better than any pizza sold in this area. I respect the love and effort put into feeding others. There is no person that is superior to another and I am so happy to see this church feeding people with the same quality and care all people should be afforded. Donations are accepted and yes we will be donating to this amazing organization.

This is the best church in Brookings. It is the only church…read morethat I know of that has helped all of the people who walk into this church, homeless and all no matter their color, vaccination status, race or circumstances for need of shelter, food, showers and clothes. Rev. Bernie is the best of the best in Brookings.

"It", (This, whatever this nonsense is), all started long ago. 30 years or so while I was working…read moreat The Old Sawmill Restaurant, and was dating a girl named Robyn. We worked together, she was a waitress and I was a host, a dishwasher, and worked the deli counter sometimes. Becky Hagen of the California Highway Patrol trained me for the third position there. Also cleaned the meat department cutting room. Harold, and Dale and Cindy Kylie were good enough to show me things in there when they had time. This was my first "real" job considering most people think of lawn mowing as simply "chores". Not when it's more than that; learning plumbing, electrical, and other things with the "handy-man" in order to know how to care for 11 rental properties I think eleven is the correct count, but - THAT was even further back in time. Robyn and I spent whatever time we could together after school and work. To the river, or her family's house, the park, "Little Hollywood", or whatever other "out of the way" place we could find away from people - just off the road sometimes. The night that stands out, though, is the night I was "introduced" to someone I never thought about again until this past month even though he had popped up in my life shortly later while I was living at the Brooks Ranch in Woodland, CA, then years and years later while I was an Overnight Volunteer for Mariposa Open Arms; our homeless "shelter" that started off as an idea to ne a "warming center" that ended up being 7 days a week, 365 days a year - not just when the weather got below freezing. It was the night I met her "stalker", Jeff Miller - and told him (because she told me), that she was not interested. Take a hike, dude. I was 15. Sometime later Robyn had told me that her father got it in his mind that I was, "just a tweaker", and lacked the ambition to go far in life. I had no idea at the time where he could think that; maybe he could see previous drug use in me? I wasn't even smoking weed at the time - much. She told me he was threatening to give her "the boot" and not pay for school anymore if she didn't break it off with me. I still got my diploma a year early taking the California High School Proficiency Exam. Got the second highest score in the state that year. Dennis, at fleet maintenance for Mariposa County was the top score. I was interested in the California Culinary Academy - Le Cordon Bleu Program - and just, work With Jessie, and Autumn having just been born, Mariposa typically only having the seasonal work of tourism - motels and restaurants - I saw enlisting in the Navy as a better option to provide. They could pay for school, too. One day while at Jessie's mother's house my brother called me up, "cops are here and want to search the house". "Shit. OK, tell 'em I'll be right over". Pulled in the driveway to find Bryce Johnson of Mariposa County Probation and a couple others. Did a field sobriety check on me and searched the house and travel trailer out back, "Well, if you have any drugs, hehehe, you hid them pretty well". Wtf? He kicked a 12 pack of empty Budweiser cans and asked, " you allowed to jave those"? " Yeah". So, since he didn't find the drugs he was looking for, he wrote me up for having " a makeshift knife". A linoleum knife. My brother is a master carpet layer and does other kinds of flooring. Not allowed to have knives (December 1999 Mariposa Gazette). The probation violation left me hoping the Navy recruiter would show for court so I could still go. I took the ASVAB in Modesto, CA in 2000, and was to do a three day orientation in Sacramento then off to boot camp. Would be lieutenant within a year. I wanted to fly jets. Sooo, in retrospect... Somebody called and tipped them off I was "dealing drugs", it seems. Somebody always watching the back of my house from Frank Longs cattle grazing land on the hill behind the house. The "ninja" that stole my socks. The burglar, the snitch - always sneaking around waiting to snatch every belonging, every opportunity, every relationship in my life from me. Lurking to poison minds when opportunity struck - whenever and wherever. "They're raping me, they're raping me"! From back on that hill 30 years ago. I called up Jessie just to make sure. But see, when I went over for the search, when I was still expecting to go to the Navy - Though somebody told them, "he's just a tweaker"! - I wasn't using meth.