STREET TEAM NOW by AmericaOnCoffee

Listen to the shared experiences from those who are or were homeless. You will never understand who the homeless people really are or how they arrived at the homeless state, until you’ve, heard and understood their stories. Homelessness is a pandemic with severe symptoms. Grab a cup of coffee and listen. read less

THE HOMELESS JOURNALS:  San Jose, California
SAN JOSE, Calif. (BCN) - Over 50 residents of a homeless encampment in Downtown San Jose were swept by Union Pacific this week without arrangements for short-term housing. The camp had existed around railroad tracks off of Bassett Street for about two years and grew to as many as 60 residents in the last few weeks. It received a 72-hour abatement notice from Union Pacific last Friday, but residents, city and Santa Clara County officials confirmed they did not receive the outreach that typically accompanies abatement. Pastor Scott Wagers "adopted" the camp last year and began organizing meals, clothing donations and camp cleanups. He's helped residents after dozens of sweeps over the years, but said this one was "disturbing" because it left residents without options. "This is just not productive, it's not intelligent-it's counterproductive," he said. "There has to be something for these people to go to." Because the encampment is not located on city property, the San Jose Homelessness Response Team was not activated to ensure residents have appropriate short-term housing, such as shelter stays. City housing department spokesman Jeff Scott said the city was not aware of the sweep before it began this week. "(Union Pacific) did not work with the housing department in this particular instance, that I'm aware of," he said. Tim McMahan, spokesman for Union Pacific, said the camp was swept due to trespassing concerns on private railroad property. He added that Union Pacific is "working to try to coordinate further opportunities for joint efforts to connect people with services they may need." He did not specify if residents had already been offered outreach. "Union Pacific appreciates that Santa Clara County has a number of programs to benefit homeless persons," McMahan said in a statement. "Union Pacific looks forward to continuing its partnership with the City of San Jose to identify innovative solutions to help mitigate the issue of transient encampments on UP property." Michelle Covert, spokeswoman for the Santa Clara County Office of Supportive Housing, confirmed that the office was not contacted to reserve shelter beds for after the sweep. San Jose contracts with HomeFirst and PATH to do outreach before sweeps, but neither organization was contacted in this case, leaving residents caught in a jurisdictional scuffle with few options but to repeatedly move their belongings around the Bassett Street lot. The residents included Mama G, a 66-year-old matriarch of the camp who has multiple sclerosis and is weeks away from securing housing after five years on the streets; Brenda Gill Prutt and her daughter, Felicia Garcia, who are newly homeless; and Daniel Damien De Herrera, whose children are in foster care and is considered a "protector" at the camp. They were some of the remaining residents at the camp this week as huge piles of debris were being bulldozed into dumpsters, leaving a rank odor in the air. According to Scott, the city has received over 60 complaint reports about the encampment since October 2016, when the camp began to establish itself in the area. Eighteen of those reports were this year, and Scott said outreach officers spoke with residents five times since January -- unrelated to Union Pacific's sweep. Many of the residents acknowledged that the camp had gotten "overwhelming" in the last few weeks, partly due to winter flooding and a resulting influx of homeless individuals. A 12-year-old girl who ran away from a Los Gatos shelter also passed through the neighborhood last Friday, shortly before the sweep, and residents speculated it may have been a cause for the sweep. Despite these issues, the residents maintained that they should have been offered another place to go-like a sanctioned encampment on city land. "We have no place to go, and they have no plans of making us a place to go, and they just keep on running us around in circle," resident Shaun Kevin Burns said. Over the course of the week, Burns moved his tent about 25 feet away from his initial location, was told to move to an adjacent sidewalk, told by police that he wasn't allowed to be there, and ultimately left alone with no further instructions. He said the lack of communication between police shifts left him confused and feeling harassed. Of the nearly 60 people who once lived at the camp, Pastor Scott Wagers said only two people have been able to secure housing -- Mama G and 62-year-old war veteran John Klippen. Mama G has housing at the new Roosevelt Park Apartments planned at 21 N. 21st St. in San Jose, and Klippen will be living in a Morgan Hill senior citizen complex subsidized by Abode Services. "I've been homeless 29 years-it's the first time in 30 years I've seen a government agency actually do their job," Klippen said of the Santa Clara County Housing Authority. Other residents have not been able to find housing due to limited housing lotteries, distrust of local governments, mental illness and addictions, among other reasons. The individuals and their tents were scattered around the Bassett Street lot as of Thursday awaiting further sweeps. ktvu.com   On this podcast, Publication date 2018-07-24, Charles Preston and Jennifer Loving by Valley Medical Center/ Valley Homeless Healthcare Program Charles and Jen discuss the challenges of housing persons living outdoors.~~~~
Traditional Culinary - The Potpie Recipe
Traditional Culinary - The Potpie Recipe
A pot pie is a type of meat pie with a top pie crust[1] consisting of flaky pastry. The term is used in North America. Pot pies may be made with a variety of fillings including poultry, beef, seafood, or plant-based fillings, and may also differ in the types of crust. In the United States, both beef pot pie and chicken pot pie are the most popular types of pot pies and can vary significantly in terms of both preparation and ingredients. Cc Extra Recipe Ingredients ▢ 1 pound boneless skinless chicken breasts ▢ 1/3 cup butter ▢ 1/2 cup celery , sliced ▢ 1/3 cup onion , chopped ▢ 1/3 cup all-purpose flour ▢ 1/2 teaspoon salt ▢ 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper ▢ 1/4 teaspoon celery seed ▢ 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder ▢ 1 teaspoon Better than bouillon base, chicken , or more to taste (or substitute 1 bouillon cube) ▢ 1 cup milk ▢ 8 ounces frozen veggies (mix of carrots, peas, green beans, and corn) ▢ 2 9 inch unbaked pie crusts Instructions Preheat oven to 425 degrees F. Season chicken with salt and pepper. Add the chicken to a large saucepan and cover it with water.  Bring to a boil and cook for 6-10 minutes or until the chicken is just barely cooked through. Remove the chicken to a plate, reserve about 1 3/4 cups of the water in a measuring cup, and discard the rest.  Add onions, celery and butter to the saucepan and cook for a few minutes, until soft and translucent. Stir in the flour, salt, pepper, garlic powder, bullion paste and celery seed. Slowly stir in the reserved water and milk. Simmer over medium-low heat until thick. Chop the chicken and add it to the pot along with the frozen vegetables. Taste and season with more salt, pepper, bullion or garlic powder if needed. Pour mixture into bottom pie crust. Cover with top crust, seal edges, and cut away excess dough. Make a few small slits in the top crust to allow steam to escape. Bake for 30- 35 minutes, or until pastry is golden brown and filling is bubbly. If you find the pie crust is browning too quickly, cover it with tinfoil.  Cool for at least 15-20 minutes before serving to allow it to set up.   More information at source
Recruiting Souls for Heaven -  Hear Why We Must All Spread the Gospel
Recruiting Souls for Heaven - Hear Why We Must All Spread the Gospel
WILLIAM T. BOOTH FOUNDER oF  THE  SALVATION ARMY HAD A VISION AND is stated as follows: “I saw a dark and stormy ocean. Over it the black clouds hung heavily; through them every now and then vivid lightening flashed and loud thunder rolled, while the winds moaned, and the waves rose and foamed, towered and broke, only to rise and foam, tower and break again. In that ocean I thought I saw myriads of poor human beings plunging and floating, shouting and shrieking, cursing and struggling and drowning; and as they cursed and screamed they rose and shrieked again, and then some sank to rise no more. And I saw out of this dark angry ocean, a mighty rock that rose up with it’s summit towering high above the black clouds that overhung the stormy sea. And all around the base of this great rock I saw a vast platform. Onto this platform, I saw with delight a number of the poor struggling, drowning wretches continually climbing out of the angry ocean. And I saw that a few of those who were already safe on the platform were helping the poor creatures still in the angry waters to reach the place of safety.   On looking more closely I found a number of those who had been rescued, industriously working and scheming by ladders, ropes, boats and other means more effective, to deliver the poor strugglers out of the sea. Here and there were some who actually jumped into the water, regardless of the consequences in their passion to "rescue the perishing." And I hardly know which gladdened me the most- the sight of the poor drowning people climbing onto the rocks reaching a place of safety, or the devotion and self-sacrifice of those whose whole being was wrapped up in the effort for their deliverance. As I looked on, I saw that the occupants of that platform were quite a mixed company. That is, they were divided into different "sets" or classes, and they occupied themselves with different pleasures and employments. But only a very few of them seemed to make it their business to get the people out of the sea. But what puzzled me most was the fact that though all of them had been rescued at one time or another from the ocean, nearly everyone seemed to have forgotten all about it. Anyway, it seemed the memory of its darkness and danger no longer troubled them at all. And what seemed equally strange and perplexing to me was that these people did not even seem to have any care- that is any agonizing care- about the poor perishing ones who were struggling and drowning right before their very eyes... many of whom were their own husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and even their own children. Now this astonishing unconcern could not have been the result of ignorance or lack of knowledge, because they lived right there in full sight of it all and even talked about it sometimes. Many even went regularly to hear lectures and sermons in which the awful state of these poor drowning creatures was described. I have always said that the occupants of this platform were engaged in different pursuits and pastimes. Some of them were absorbed day and night in trading and business in order to make gain, storing up their savings in boxes, safes and the like. Many spent their time in amusing themselves with growing flowers on the side of the rock, others in painting pieces of cloth or in playing music, or in dressing themselves up in different styles and walking about to be admired. Some occupied themselves chiefly in eating and drinking, others were taken up with arguing about the poor drowning creatures that had already been rescued. But the thing to me that seemed the most amazing was that those on the platform to whom He called, who heard His voice and felt that they ought to obey it- at least they said they did- those who confessed to love Him much were in full sympathy with Him in the task He had undertaken- who worshipped Him or who professed to do so- were so taken up with their trades and professions, their money saving and pleasures, their families and circles, their religions and arguments about it, and their preparation for going to the mainland, that they did not listen to the cry that came to them from this Wonderful Being who had Himself gone down into the sea. Anyway, if they heard it they did not heed it. They did not care. And so the multitude went on right before them struggling and shrieking and drowning in the darkness. And then I saw something that seemed to me even more strange than anything that had gone on before in this strange vision. I saw that some of these people on the platform whom this Wonderful Being had called to, wanting them to come and help Him in His difficult task of saving these perishing creatures, were always praying and crying out to Him to come to them! Some wanted Him to come and stay with them, and spend His time and strength in making them happier. Others wanted Him to come and take away various doubts and misgivings they had concerning the truth of some letters He had written them. Some wanted Him to come and make them feel more secure on the rock- so secure that they would be quite sure that they should never slip off again into the ocean. Numbers of others wanted Him to make them feel quite certain that they would really get off the rock and onto the mainland someday: because as a matter of fact, it was well known that some had walked so carelessly as to loose their footing, and had fallen back again into the stormy waters. So these people used to meet and get up as high on the rock as they could, and looking towards the mainland (where they thought the Great Being was) they would cry out, "Come to us! Come and help us!" And all the while He was down (by His Spirit) among the poor struggling, drowning creatures in the angry deep, with His arms around them trying to drag them out, and looking up- oh! so longingly but all in vain- to those on the rock, crying to them with His voice all hoarse from calling, "Come to Me! Come, and help Me! And then I understood it all. It was plain enough. The sea was the ocean of life- the sea of real, actual human existence. That lightening was the gleaming of piercing truth coming from Jehovah’s Throne. That thunder was the distant echoing of the wrath of God. Those multitudes of people shrieking, struggling and agonizing in the stormy sea, was the thousands and thousands of poor harlots and harlot-makers, of drunkards and drunkard makers, of thieves, liars, blasphemers and ungodly people of every kindred, tongue and nation.” www.whatsaiththescripture.com   James 5:20 - Let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins. Proverbs 11:30 - The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life; and he that winneth souls is wise. YT.com Email/donations: Mrlol44@gmail.com Cell# 7133220259