Anchor ads are not supported on this page.

4S Ranch Allied Gardens Alpine Baja Balboa Park Bankers Hill Barrio Logan Bay Ho Bay Park Black Mountain Ranch Blossom Valley Bonita Bonsall Borrego Springs Boulevard Campo Cardiff-by-the-Sea Carlsbad Carmel Mountain Carmel Valley Chollas View Chula Vista City College City Heights Clairemont College Area Coronado CSU San Marcos Cuyamaca College Del Cerro Del Mar Descanso Downtown San Diego Eastlake East Village El Cajon Emerald Hills Encanto Encinitas Escondido Fallbrook Fletcher Hills Golden Hill Grant Hill Grantville Grossmont College Guatay Harbor Island Hillcrest Imperial Beach Imperial Valley Jacumba Jamacha-Lomita Jamul Julian Kearny Mesa Kensington La Jolla Lakeside La Mesa Lemon Grove Leucadia Liberty Station Lincoln Acres Lincoln Park Linda Vista Little Italy Logan Heights Mesa College Midway District MiraCosta College Miramar Miramar College Mira Mesa Mission Beach Mission Hills Mission Valley Mountain View Mount Hope Mount Laguna National City Nestor Normal Heights North Park Oak Park Ocean Beach Oceanside Old Town Otay Mesa Pacific Beach Pala Palomar College Palomar Mountain Paradise Hills Pauma Valley Pine Valley Point Loma Point Loma Nazarene Potrero Poway Rainbow Ramona Rancho Bernardo Rancho Penasquitos Rancho San Diego Rancho Santa Fe Rolando San Carlos San Marcos San Onofre Santa Ysabel Santee San Ysidro Scripps Ranch SDSU Serra Mesa Shelltown Shelter Island Sherman Heights Skyline Solana Beach Sorrento Valley Southcrest South Park Southwestern College Spring Valley Stockton Talmadge Temecula Tierrasanta Tijuana UCSD University City University Heights USD Valencia Park Valley Center Vista Warner Springs

Night at San Diego's City Rescue Mission

Scalding shower, green nightgown, beans and rye cocktail bread, and an offer from older man to "keep him company"

Brother Ernie: “I put ya to sleep and I’ll wake ya up.” - Image by Bob Eckert
Brother Ernie: “I put ya to sleep and I’ll wake ya up.”
  • Mr. Robert V. Eckert
  • Editor, the Reader
  • Dear Bob:
There was this big argument about which bus he should take. We finally agreed on the E bus along El Cajon Boulevard.

I know I was supposed to stay overnight at the City Rescue Mission on Saturday. An assignment’s an assignment. But when I got there at 7:30, the doors were closed. “Sorry Full House Tonight.” So I decided to try the one down the street, the Full Gospel Rescue Mission, at 441 5th Avenue. They have an evening meal with their evening service, too. Journalistic objectivity, you know.

Sponsored
Sponsored
A Mexican guy behind me whom I remembered from the night before at the Full Gospel Mission, offered me part of a jalapeno.

I must have gotten there just in time. Even though the pews were half-empty, they closed the doors just after I got in. We started off with a big guy in front named Brother Ernie who woke one of the older “worshippers” up by belting out his sermonette. “I put ya to sleep and I’ll wake ya up.” Then we sang a few numbers like “The Old Rugged Cross.”

A group of six long-haired kids in front of me in jeans and jeans jackets giggled and made faces throughout the entire hymn part. The doorman, a pitiful red-haired scraggly fat guy, kept coming up and shushing them, his finger at his lips.

The testimony part was nothing special. An older lady in the back got up and said she wanted to testify that Jesus was Lord. The guy who had been asleep in front said he used to booze it up and chase young girls till he found Jesus. Then we heard a very emotional sermon by a guy who, voice quivering, invited us to come and commit ourselves. I think he wanted us to come forward and kneel down on one of these green velvet cushions in front of the stage. But no one budged. It seemed as though everyone had come just for the free meal. But maybe a lot of the drunks and drifters were as confused as I was what exactly the guy meant when he kept crying, his voice shaking, “Won’t ya come, won’t ya come?!”

After about an hour of the total service, they opened the kitchen doors and we lined up. Everyone got a couple of spoonfuls of spaghetti-like casserole plopped right on a cold metal tray, a white plastic cup of cold chocolate milk, a piece of white bread, a piece of cake, and an orange. One of the kids in jeans gave me his orange.

Well, "‘like I said, an assignment’s an assignment. I decided the only fair thing to do was to come back the next night to the City Rescue Mission. After all, if it filled up and closed its doors so early, something must be different.

So I arrived early at City Rescue the next night and stood in line for a bed at 7 o’clock. They called out first for the ones who had stayed at the Mission the night before. Boarders are allowed a total of 5 nights of lodging per month. (They figure it’ll take that long for a San Diego newcomer to find a job and get settled.) All one has to do at the bed sign-up is produce an I.D. card — even a Social Security card will do. After I got my number I sat down in the main room and waited like everyone else for the 7:30 service.

Sitting next to me was a young guy wearing a Mexican peasant shirt and carving a carburetor out of bamboo.- Everyone else around me was sitting quietly, now and then studying the guy carving the carburetor. There was a middle-aged black couple reading Today in San Diego that they must have picked up at the Plaza. There was a guy in front of me who looked like Admiral Zumwalt, who made a sort of Greek Orthodox sign of the cross a couple of times during the service. There was a guy next to him who said he was from Maine and who kept playing with a rosary in his hands. Next to the black couple was an older, Scandinavian-looking laborer with burly forearms and the ruddy face of an alcoholic. (I saw this same guy several days later sleeping in the sun in the door of the Charter Oil Building garage.) On all the walls hung paintings of scenes from the New Testament, mostly with quotations from St. John.

Eventually the service began. Some of the proctors, inmates who worked full-time at the Mission in a rehabilitation program, passed out hymn books, but there weren’t enough to go around. We sang “The Old Rugged Cross” and “I’ve Got a Friend in Jesus”; the tunes were pretty easy to follow, but everyone seemed so tired. The black lady put her head on her husband’s shoulder. There was a fat guy in the front row of our section who kept shaking his head in disagreement when one of the ministers chided the non-singers, “Now, you who weren’t singing, you aren’t smiling — you aren't enjoying yourself.”

A lady who had been playing the piano got up during the testimony part and really blasted the “bored” members of the audience. She said a few years ago she couldn’t have cared less whether the “bored ones” went to Heaven or Hell. Now she does care and she hopes they realize it.

The sermon centered on the theme of Barabas (the good thief at Calvary) and how he waited till the eleventh hour to ask for mercy and Jesus still pardoned him. But we shouldn’t wait until the eleventh hour. Then we were told to bow our heads and come forth into a prayer room. There were about three or four who went forth that I caught our of the comer of my eye.

Dinner at City Rescue was beans, a few slices of rye cocktail bread, a couple of soggy cookies, and a cup of coffee. A Mexican guy behind me whom I remembered from the night before at the Full Gospel Mission, offered me part of a jalapeno to go with my food. Another older guy with frizzy hair wanted me to come up and stay in his hotel room and “keep him company.” I think he even offered me half a grapefruit if I would.

After supper we lined up by bed number and were marched upstairs where we stripped, stepped under a scalding hot shower for a few seconds, and climbed into our nightgowns. I got a green flowery one, but the guy in front of me got a pink one.

Though they had warned us about no talking or cursing after the lights went out at 9:30 the guys in the bunks around me and I talked about selling plasma and selling blood (the black guy on the bed across from me said you could get $7.50 for blood and $7 for plasma. But you could give plasma everyday if you kept your iron up. Another guy said he’d gotten a job out by College Avenue from some welfare aid program. Then there was this big argument about which bus he should take to get out there in the morning. We finally agreed on the E bus along El Cajon Boulevard.

They got us up at 6:15 in the morning, told us to make our beds, and marched us downstairs for a breakfast of rice and skim milk. We were advised by this one inmate to come early on Thursday, because there would be some church group bringing a prepared dinner down. The general consensus around my table was that it was going to be fried chicken.

Well, that’s enough gonzo journalism for a while. I’ve heard that there’s a place called The Lord’s Way Inn on F Street near 5th, but I’m waiting a week or so before I try that one.

Your faithful reporter,

Carlos Bey

The latest copy of the Reader

Please enjoy this clickable Reader flipbook. Linked text and ads are flash-highlighted in blue for your convenience. To enhance your viewing, please open full screen mode by clicking the icon on the far right of the black flipbook toolbar.

Here's something you might be interested in.
Submit a free classified
or view all
Previous article

The danger of San Diego's hoarders

The $1 million Flash Comics #1
Brother Ernie: “I put ya to sleep and I’ll wake ya up.” - Image by Bob Eckert
Brother Ernie: “I put ya to sleep and I’ll wake ya up.”
  • Mr. Robert V. Eckert
  • Editor, the Reader
  • Dear Bob:
There was this big argument about which bus he should take. We finally agreed on the E bus along El Cajon Boulevard.

I know I was supposed to stay overnight at the City Rescue Mission on Saturday. An assignment’s an assignment. But when I got there at 7:30, the doors were closed. “Sorry Full House Tonight.” So I decided to try the one down the street, the Full Gospel Rescue Mission, at 441 5th Avenue. They have an evening meal with their evening service, too. Journalistic objectivity, you know.

Sponsored
Sponsored
A Mexican guy behind me whom I remembered from the night before at the Full Gospel Mission, offered me part of a jalapeno.

I must have gotten there just in time. Even though the pews were half-empty, they closed the doors just after I got in. We started off with a big guy in front named Brother Ernie who woke one of the older “worshippers” up by belting out his sermonette. “I put ya to sleep and I’ll wake ya up.” Then we sang a few numbers like “The Old Rugged Cross.”

A group of six long-haired kids in front of me in jeans and jeans jackets giggled and made faces throughout the entire hymn part. The doorman, a pitiful red-haired scraggly fat guy, kept coming up and shushing them, his finger at his lips.

The testimony part was nothing special. An older lady in the back got up and said she wanted to testify that Jesus was Lord. The guy who had been asleep in front said he used to booze it up and chase young girls till he found Jesus. Then we heard a very emotional sermon by a guy who, voice quivering, invited us to come and commit ourselves. I think he wanted us to come forward and kneel down on one of these green velvet cushions in front of the stage. But no one budged. It seemed as though everyone had come just for the free meal. But maybe a lot of the drunks and drifters were as confused as I was what exactly the guy meant when he kept crying, his voice shaking, “Won’t ya come, won’t ya come?!”

After about an hour of the total service, they opened the kitchen doors and we lined up. Everyone got a couple of spoonfuls of spaghetti-like casserole plopped right on a cold metal tray, a white plastic cup of cold chocolate milk, a piece of white bread, a piece of cake, and an orange. One of the kids in jeans gave me his orange.

Well, "‘like I said, an assignment’s an assignment. I decided the only fair thing to do was to come back the next night to the City Rescue Mission. After all, if it filled up and closed its doors so early, something must be different.

So I arrived early at City Rescue the next night and stood in line for a bed at 7 o’clock. They called out first for the ones who had stayed at the Mission the night before. Boarders are allowed a total of 5 nights of lodging per month. (They figure it’ll take that long for a San Diego newcomer to find a job and get settled.) All one has to do at the bed sign-up is produce an I.D. card — even a Social Security card will do. After I got my number I sat down in the main room and waited like everyone else for the 7:30 service.

Sitting next to me was a young guy wearing a Mexican peasant shirt and carving a carburetor out of bamboo.- Everyone else around me was sitting quietly, now and then studying the guy carving the carburetor. There was a middle-aged black couple reading Today in San Diego that they must have picked up at the Plaza. There was a guy in front of me who looked like Admiral Zumwalt, who made a sort of Greek Orthodox sign of the cross a couple of times during the service. There was a guy next to him who said he was from Maine and who kept playing with a rosary in his hands. Next to the black couple was an older, Scandinavian-looking laborer with burly forearms and the ruddy face of an alcoholic. (I saw this same guy several days later sleeping in the sun in the door of the Charter Oil Building garage.) On all the walls hung paintings of scenes from the New Testament, mostly with quotations from St. John.

Eventually the service began. Some of the proctors, inmates who worked full-time at the Mission in a rehabilitation program, passed out hymn books, but there weren’t enough to go around. We sang “The Old Rugged Cross” and “I’ve Got a Friend in Jesus”; the tunes were pretty easy to follow, but everyone seemed so tired. The black lady put her head on her husband’s shoulder. There was a fat guy in the front row of our section who kept shaking his head in disagreement when one of the ministers chided the non-singers, “Now, you who weren’t singing, you aren’t smiling — you aren't enjoying yourself.”

A lady who had been playing the piano got up during the testimony part and really blasted the “bored” members of the audience. She said a few years ago she couldn’t have cared less whether the “bored ones” went to Heaven or Hell. Now she does care and she hopes they realize it.

The sermon centered on the theme of Barabas (the good thief at Calvary) and how he waited till the eleventh hour to ask for mercy and Jesus still pardoned him. But we shouldn’t wait until the eleventh hour. Then we were told to bow our heads and come forth into a prayer room. There were about three or four who went forth that I caught our of the comer of my eye.

Dinner at City Rescue was beans, a few slices of rye cocktail bread, a couple of soggy cookies, and a cup of coffee. A Mexican guy behind me whom I remembered from the night before at the Full Gospel Mission, offered me part of a jalapeno to go with my food. Another older guy with frizzy hair wanted me to come up and stay in his hotel room and “keep him company.” I think he even offered me half a grapefruit if I would.

After supper we lined up by bed number and were marched upstairs where we stripped, stepped under a scalding hot shower for a few seconds, and climbed into our nightgowns. I got a green flowery one, but the guy in front of me got a pink one.

Though they had warned us about no talking or cursing after the lights went out at 9:30 the guys in the bunks around me and I talked about selling plasma and selling blood (the black guy on the bed across from me said you could get $7.50 for blood and $7 for plasma. But you could give plasma everyday if you kept your iron up. Another guy said he’d gotten a job out by College Avenue from some welfare aid program. Then there was this big argument about which bus he should take to get out there in the morning. We finally agreed on the E bus along El Cajon Boulevard.

They got us up at 6:15 in the morning, told us to make our beds, and marched us downstairs for a breakfast of rice and skim milk. We were advised by this one inmate to come early on Thursday, because there would be some church group bringing a prepared dinner down. The general consensus around my table was that it was going to be fried chicken.

Well, that’s enough gonzo journalism for a while. I’ve heard that there’s a place called The Lord’s Way Inn on F Street near 5th, but I’m waiting a week or so before I try that one.

Your faithful reporter,

Carlos Bey

Comments
Sponsored

The latest copy of the Reader

Please enjoy this clickable Reader flipbook. Linked text and ads are flash-highlighted in blue for your convenience. To enhance your viewing, please open full screen mode by clicking the icon on the far right of the black flipbook toolbar.

Here's something you might be interested in.
Submit a free classified
or view all
Previous article

Big swordfish, big marlin, and big money

Trout opener at Santee Lakes
Next Article

Why did Harrah's VP commit suicide last summer?

Did the fight the Rincon casino had with San Diego County over Covid play a part?
Comments
Ask a Hipster — Advice you didn't know you needed Big Screen — Movie commentary Blurt — Music's inside track Booze News — San Diego spirits Classical Music — Immortal beauty Classifieds — Free and easy Cover Stories — Front-page features Drinks All Around — Bartenders' drink recipes Excerpts — Literary and spiritual excerpts Feast! — Food & drink reviews Feature Stories — Local news & stories Fishing Report — What’s getting hooked from ship and shore From the Archives — Spotlight on the past Golden Dreams — Talk of the town The Gonzo Report — Making the musical scene, or at least reporting from it Letters — Our inbox Movies@Home — Local movie buffs share favorites Movie Reviews — Our critics' picks and pans Musician Interviews — Up close with local artists Neighborhood News from Stringers — Hyperlocal news News Ticker — News & politics Obermeyer — San Diego politics illustrated Outdoors — Weekly changes in flora and fauna Overheard in San Diego — Eavesdropping illustrated Poetry — The old and the new Reader Travel — Travel section built by travelers Reading — The hunt for intellectuals Roam-O-Rama — SoCal's best hiking/biking trails San Diego Beer — Inside San Diego suds SD on the QT — Almost factual news Sheep and Goats — Places of worship Special Issues — The best of Street Style — San Diego streets have style Surf Diego — Real stories from those braving the waves Theater — On stage in San Diego this week Tin Fork — Silver spoon alternative Under the Radar — Matt Potter's undercover work Unforgettable — Long-ago San Diego Unreal Estate — San Diego's priciest pads Your Week — Daily event picks
4S Ranch Allied Gardens Alpine Baja Balboa Park Bankers Hill Barrio Logan Bay Ho Bay Park Black Mountain Ranch Blossom Valley Bonita Bonsall Borrego Springs Boulevard Campo Cardiff-by-the-Sea Carlsbad Carmel Mountain Carmel Valley Chollas View Chula Vista City College City Heights Clairemont College Area Coronado CSU San Marcos Cuyamaca College Del Cerro Del Mar Descanso Downtown San Diego Eastlake East Village El Cajon Emerald Hills Encanto Encinitas Escondido Fallbrook Fletcher Hills Golden Hill Grant Hill Grantville Grossmont College Guatay Harbor Island Hillcrest Imperial Beach Imperial Valley Jacumba Jamacha-Lomita Jamul Julian Kearny Mesa Kensington La Jolla Lakeside La Mesa Lemon Grove Leucadia Liberty Station Lincoln Acres Lincoln Park Linda Vista Little Italy Logan Heights Mesa College Midway District MiraCosta College Miramar Miramar College Mira Mesa Mission Beach Mission Hills Mission Valley Mountain View Mount Hope Mount Laguna National City Nestor Normal Heights North Park Oak Park Ocean Beach Oceanside Old Town Otay Mesa Pacific Beach Pala Palomar College Palomar Mountain Paradise Hills Pauma Valley Pine Valley Point Loma Point Loma Nazarene Potrero Poway Rainbow Ramona Rancho Bernardo Rancho Penasquitos Rancho San Diego Rancho Santa Fe Rolando San Carlos San Marcos San Onofre Santa Ysabel Santee San Ysidro Scripps Ranch SDSU Serra Mesa Shelltown Shelter Island Sherman Heights Skyline Solana Beach Sorrento Valley Southcrest South Park Southwestern College Spring Valley Stockton Talmadge Temecula Tierrasanta Tijuana UCSD University City University Heights USD Valencia Park Valley Center Vista Warner Springs
Close

Anchor ads are not supported on this page.

This Week’s Reader This Week’s Reader