Filling The Void is making a mark all over the map. We have already served more than 14,000 meals this year in Tulsa, Denver and Dallas. We’re also doing startup work in other cities such as Seattle, San Francisco and Seattle. Wanna help?
Billy received our 90,000th lunch bag on Nov. 6. We met him the week before when he said he was having a hard time forgiving himself. We prayed and encouraged him to do the same. After receiving our milestone meal, he saw the camera and asked if he was going to be famous. We said we didn’t know. With a big smile, he responded, “All that matters is that I’m famous in God’s eyes.”
Filling the Void is a faith-based 501(c)(3) mobile ministry that feeds the homeless and needy. Most of what we do occurs outside in all weather conditions as we reach out to people in desperate situations. Psalm 146:7 says, “He stands up for those who are beaten down. He gives food to hungry people. The Lord sets prisoners free.” We’re a spark that helps people go from meals to miracles.
Filling The Void is no flash in the pan. Our track record over the past decade is setting a standard for doing street outreach among the homeless in a meaningful, purposeful way. Today, we’re helping, serving, reaching and feeding more people than ever before.
We have served more than 88,000 meals since our start in 2003. That’s modest by some measures, but not to the thousands of people we’ve touched. We are a niche non-profit that did 135 outreaches in 2014, working closely with shelters like Dallas Life, Open Door Ministry in Denver and Tulsa’s Day Center for the Homeless. Everything we do is conducted by volunteers and supported by donors.
Actually, there is no secret. What we do is simple and plain to see. We find people. We befriend them. We encourage them. We serve sack lunches. We offer to pray for ’em. And we point ’em to shelters and other services. That’s the whole plan – feeding body and soul. We want the interaction to be both personal and dignified. All it takes is spending a little time with others. (And being street-wise, too).
PB&J? No way! We never make food at home. There are rules and regs against that. Everything we serve is (1) prepared in a commercial kitchen at a restaurant or shelter and (2) non-perishable. The primary staple in our sacks is an Arby’s or Chick-Fil-A sandwich, accompanied by bottled water, chips, cookies and an all-natural fruit bar purchased in bulk at big-box retailers.
We’ve been on the streets since 2003. It started with a man named Roy, who said he had been eating out of dumpsters. It was the moment that set everything in motion. We formed a a 501(c)(3) a few months later with a mission to serve the hungry, the homeless, the hurting and those who need healing.
Some “hand-outs” really do help. One of the first things we strive to do is extend a hand of friendship by shaking the hands of those we serve. For us, it’s more than common courtesy. It’s a way to recognize and reinforce the dignity of every life. After all, 1 Peter 2:17 says to “show proper respect to all men.” More than 1,200 men, women and children have lent us their own hands through volunteering.
This is an S.O.S. from a man named Tracey. True, some people choose the streets. Others, however, want to get off them. That’s where Filling The Void comes in. We’re a mobile ministry that meets people where they’re at. If the road to recovery runs from A to Z, we’re the front door helping people start the process. It’s a lot like doing search-n-rescue, planting seeds of hope in people’s hearts.
Helping the homeless takes you places. Under bridges. Into shelters. And even to Washington D.C. We have two national awards for community service – a Presidential Volunteer Services Award in 2007 and a Jefferson Award in 2006 that included a ceremony with U.S. Senators. We’re especially grateful for these kudos because they were driven by the recommendation of our volunteers.
Our motivation comes from Matthew 9:36. It says, “When Jesus saw the crowds, He was moved with compassion.” We are too. But before you go gettin’ the wrong idea, non-discrimination is part of our DNA. We spelled it out as a matter of policy. No one has to do a thing to receive a sack lunch. (Special thanks to the Denver Rescue Mission for their front-door signage).