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Throughout my childhood, life was full of disappointments. I was the son of divorced parents. For years, I was emotionally torn between the two of them. My mother was a Christian, and my dad was not at all. So, at the age of sixteen, I decided to leave my mother’s house to permanently live with my father. My mother was heartbroken. To me, my dad was the cool parent. He drank with me, smoked marijuana with me, and taught me to chase women. Wow! At sixteen, I thought that was the life. However, my habits became severe. I moved from one high to a more intense high as much as I could. That process continued throughout my teen years and into my adulthood. I neglected all my responsibilities from my kids to my occupational opportunities.
Distraught over my decisions, I decided to get help. A friend told me about a faith-based rehab in Pensacola, Florida. I journeyed to Pensacola and checked-in to rehab. Instead of working the program, I continued to use drugs the entire stay in rehab. That caused me to be in-and-out of various rehabs.
Tired of the merry-go-round, I decided to travel to New Orleans to find a job. With my drug and alcohol problems still ruling my life, I found myself working on Bourbon Street in New Orleans calling men and women into strip clubs and loose living. After drinking and using drugs all night, I would be out of money and retreat to the river in Waldenburg Park to hang out. Not knowing, the same place that brought misery would be the place I would receive life and hope.
Sitting on the round benches, I would be approached by Pastor Troy or Pastor Lawrence with groups of kids. They would tell me about Jesus, and love, and forgiveness. I listened, but never responded. Though I was miserable, Pastor Troy would consistently approach me with an invitation to their open-air Saturday morning services and I would decline his offer while taking another drink of alcohol.
After quitting my job at Larry Flint’s Hustler Club, the river became my permanent residence. While on the river, I got into an altercation with a friend over a can of beer. He broke my jaw in two places. After I got out of the hospital, Pastor Lawrence was there to minister and provide resources to bring change in my life. I bowed down and surrendered my life to Christ. Pastor Troy and CWOW took me with open arms.
They brought me to a place of refuge and restoration and walked every step of the way with me. With their counsel, benevolence, and support, I graduated from Bethel Colony Transformation Center. Now, three years later I am saved, clean, and fully invested in CWOW working as the outreach coordinator. I am truly indebted to God through CWOW for all they have done for me. Without CWOW, I may not be where I am now.
Thank you for loving “the least of these.” My daughter and mother are so proud and thankful that I am back in their lives sober. Through CWOW, I am transformed from calling men and women into sin to calling men and women into a relationship with Christ.
There are over 6,700 homeless in New Orleans, and Phillip is no longer one of them.
From Atlanta Georgia, I moved to New Orleans for work. However, work does not come easy to someone with an elementary education. I found myself working temporary jobs and dead end hustles. Determined to make it work in New Orleans, I refused to move back home. So, when the work slacked, I became homeless.
The streets of New Orleans are rough. I found myself getting robbed of the little I owned. Without a serious drug problem, I really did not fit into the street mold. My homelessness was due to a lack of education, trade, and opportunity. I would grab side hustles during basketball and football seasons cleaning the Superdome and Arena after games. That was hardly enough to take me off the streets, but it was enough to get a meal for a couple of days.
Following the homeless crowd, I spent a lot of time in the French Quarter and by the river. I often came in contact with Pastor Troy of CWOW. He would be in the streets feeding people and talking about Jesus. I started going to the worship services he hosted by the river. The word got to me, and I started to come consistently. They treated me like someone who mattered. They did not make me feel less because I was homeless. CWOW only offered hope and help.
Pastor Troy noticed my faithfulness and asked me to help out on Saturdays. I began to go to Bible studies at his home and Cafe Du Monde. They fed and clothed me when I needed it and worked with my reading. They also took time out to transport me to various places. The guys and girls at CWOW were like family. I needed help regaining identification and important documents. CWOW was there to help. While I was fighting for my disability, CWOW helped me get to appointments and resources to live day-by-day.
When I met Pastor Troy four years ago, I was homeless, poorly educated, and headed nowhere. I am now receiving disability, living in a beautiful apartment, reading better, and leader of crowd control at CWOW’s services.
There are over 6,700 homeless in New Orleans, and Patches is no longer one them.
Born in NOLA to liberal parents where smoking and drinking were part of everyday life, I became accustomed to that lifestyle. Consequently, the consumption of drugs and alcohol led to other criminal activity. At age fourteen, I made some mistakes and was sentenced to juvenile detention. While in prison, my parents divorced. This affected me emotionally. However, after being released from prison, I was able to rebound, return to high school, and graduate. Though I managed to finish high school, drugs and alcohol were still a norm in my life.
Entering college, my addiction took over. I dropped out, ended a long romantic relationship, and fell deeper into pill popping, meth, heroine, coke snorting, and smoking. I did not discriminate when it came to drugs. Whatever I got my hands on, it went into my system. During this stint in my life, I also became romantically involved with someone and had a son. With a beautiful kid in my life, I traveled a lot, working to support him, and fought to put a stop to my drinking and drug use. My travels brought me to reside in Tampa, Florida. Shortly after moving to Tampa, we decided to move back to Louisiana. My relationship soon went sour and my son and his mother moved back to Florida.
Not long after their move, I lost my job and decided to try going back to school. Without control of my drinking, the cycle continued to flourish: drop out of school, try to stop drinking and drugging, get into another relationship, relationship goes sour. My loose living caused many legal issues. I was on probation in two states. I did not honor my probation due to drug activity and was incarcerated with a third DWI.
After I was released from prison, my grandmother was the only person that would take me in. She died six months after I was released. This led to my lowest point in life. I was not only a severe addict, I was homeless on top of that. My addictions grew to the point of body aches and illness if I did not have it. Even though I was in a depleted state, I would pray for help, because I was not strong enough on my own to quit.
Living underneath the wharf in Waldenburg Park in New Orleans, I journeyed to the top of the wharf to hustle more alcohol and drugs. I saw a group of people gathered by the river. So, I ventured over to check it out. A guy was preaching and talking about freedom in Christ, and healing. The temperature was about forty degrees. I wondered who in the world would be preaching outside in forty degree weather. However, I was moved and captivated by the message. I went to him and asked for help. I need the healing and freedom you are talking about. He sat and talked with me about this man named Jesus. I surrendered that cold morning. He offered me the initiative and the resources I needed for help. He brought me to a place that nurtured and cultivated my walk with Christ.
I graduated from the program and two years clean. I am working as an electrician supervisor, purchased a car, got an apartment, and a stable relationship. Most of all, I have total restoration in my relationships with friends and family- specifically my son.
God is amazing! He can save the unexpected (an alcoholic drug user like me), unexpectedly (in forty degree weather), in an unexpected place (at the river in New Orleans French Quarter). CWOW, thanks for having no walls and beaucoup Christ!
There are over 6,700 homeless in New Orleans, and James is no longer one them.