Sorry, I missed your post. I'm not really looking for handouts, and from looking online that is precisely why the Mormons insist on having a transient bishop (don't know what a bishop is in the Mormon context yet), and I can definitely see the logic of it on the basis of when I visit the inner city areas to get to the mailbox I rented- most of those homeless in the city core are looking for handouts.Physics Guy wrote: ↑Sun Jul 13, 2025 2:39 pmDoes the National Call Center for Homeless Veterans actually do anything to help a homeless vet? The toll-free number they give out online is (877) 4AID-VET (877-424-3838).
I'd like to think they could be helpful in some concrete ways—but of course the OP is specifically about finding a church community, and that's probably not their specialty.
I think I'm probably a lot vaguer in my beliefs than msnobody, but even if you're also less sure where you stand, I think the kind of church she recommends is a good bet for finding people who are open and welcoming and non-judgemental. Jesus was really big on respecting people who are down on their luck, and it's the churches that try as hard as they can to follow Jesus, with as few added frills as possible, that are likely to welcome a homeless vet without asking him to jump through any hoops.
Any followers of Jesus should be happy to help someone in need, but it's not mainly about hand-outs. The Gospels show Jesus getting into trouble just for associating with people who were living hard times, listening to them and talking with them, sharing meals with them, counting them as part of the group. Any church that does that kind of thing is following his example. Churches that don't, really aren't.
I'm a Airborne Infantry Alaskan veteran. Guys from my unit used to leave base and show homeless how to survive in Alaska, as homeless only had a ten year life expectancy in Alaska. It wasn't an army program, just something we would instinctively do.
While I was living in PA after my time with the VA working in a hotel, I would see homeless people getting booted from the large Presbyterian hospitals in the city, wearing nothing but hospital robes and socks, sometimes a thin blanket. I had to walk past them on my way to my minivan parked a few miles down the road in a bad neighborhood. When winter hit, they were still doing this, and I panicked for them, getting them blankets. I couldn't exactly afford it. Then on the day after Christmas was when I started dying. I still had a bunch of blankets to give out, and still gave some during my recovery when I would see someone huddled scared in a Panera Bread (I was and am a member of the sips club, so I got a place to sit all day to work on my laptop and charge my devices and drink as much as I wanted).
It eventually occurred to me during my kidney surgery I was at extreme high risk of being tossed out onto the streets because I am a member of the prohibition party, I really don't like drugs, even if prescribed, and they were not happy I wasn't up and dancing around right after my surgery after refusing the oxy. If I didn't have my van then, I would be on the streets dying, having my body temperature sucked out of me.
Not too long after that I had my minivan wreck, still winter- and just finally called living in a winter environment quits. I couldn't take it anymore. I have a very acute awareness of all the many different ways cold can kill and injury you, and want nothing to do with it.
That being said, I am not a drug user or mentally ill. I actually know how to set up a long term camp. I have infinite solar power access (a 65 watt and 21 watt solar panel, several back up batteries), and access to a water fountain on the edge of town on a bike trail. I hide out in a wooded section of the woods along a 25 foot drop below the rail tracks. Few come down here, and it is near a few shopping centers. I shouldn't require a handout from anyone. I should be able to get a job from anyone, but nobody wants to hire me. It isn't even a interview issue, just nobody gives me a chance. The only sort of handout I would be interested in right now is a job. Heck, I would even be willing to delay my dream of being able to save up for a vehicle, and accept a job that just pays me enough to feed me and the cat (three cats and 3-4 possums live here too, some Mexicans murdered a possum between my first two posts here in the woods nearby, I think it was one of my baby tree possums, I wasn't remotely happy about it).
So my life sucks, but unlike most homeless, I got infinite electricity and water. I gotta carry the water over a mile in order to wash clothes, etc. But you gotta consider to yourself, six months ago I was literally expecting to die, so I am not too upset about all this. The Army literally trained me to survive in far harsher environments. I showed up to church today clean, I just want to be treated like a normal human being. I don't need that extra dimension of status hanging over my head. I literally ask for nothing. This being said, I won't be interested in baptism until I understand the religion better. I get the 10% tithe rule, and don't want to explain to anyone why I have no income to pay it. So no baptism till I have a job. It could be most any job. Only thing I won't do is work at a gas station or Marijuana distribution center- I don't want to give out drugs, alcohol or cigarettes to people. It isn't a Mormon thing, I'm a prohibition party guy, just happens to overlap. I don't want to be an aid to helping someone else ruin their health.