This past week I went back to Tel Aviv, to the same streets where pain, addiction, and spiritual hunger hang heavy in the air. What I witnessed this time was deeper, more desperate than before.
Last week I was joined by Andy and Carla, and this week our team grew to include Antoinette, Andy, Carla, Ivan from Mexico, Tom from the USA, and a local friend all came alongside me. We brought food, clothing, prayer, and the one thing people don’t often find on these streets, hope.
We once again met Joseph, a man from Sudan with a broken leg who struggles with addiction. The first time we met, he was open and sincere. This time, he began to cry. He told us he had been looking for us, hoping we would return. He had been drinking and felt ashamed, but still, he reached out and said again that he wants help. He’s ready for rehab. Please pray for him. With God’s help, we hope to take him there soon.
We also met a woman named Kheit, who was completely overtaken by rage and desperation. Someone had stolen her drugs. She was chasing another man, screaming, trying to hurt him. It was chaotic. I, along with Tom and Ivan, walked closer to where the dealers were. The spiritual tension there was so thick that it nearly became physical. We had to leave quickly. It was a clear reminder of how real the spiritual warfare is in that place.
And yet, in the middle of that chaos, we brought what we could. Sandwiches. Cold drinks. Prayer. Listening. These small things still matter.
This week we prepared around 45 bread rolls, each filled with meat, hummus, tomato, cucumber, and sauce. We brought 50 drinks, and everything was gone quickly. The need is real. The hunger is real.
We also brought 20 pairs of socks, and people began asking for underwear. With winter approaching, this is not something we can overlook. Warm clothing, clean socks, and basic hygiene items are essential. These are not luxuries. They are dignity.
This is what the rhythm looks like:
Every Friday, we buy what is needed. On Saturday mornings, we begin preparing the rolls, packing everything, freezing drinks to keep them cold, and then we go. It is a full effort, early in the morning, and every hand makes a difference. The more volunteers we have, the more people we can serve, but it also means more food, more transport, and more cost.
This week, many more people approached us than the week before. Some couldn’t look us in the eyes. Some were shaking. But most were open. They were hungry. Scared. Curious. It’s always the same first question: “Can I give you something to eat?” That opens the door. Then we sit down. We talk. We ask where they’re from. What they need. Slowly, trust begins to grow.
I’m grateful to share that the bank account has now been approved, and soon we will be able to receive support directly to help this outreach grow in a sustainable way.
The next steps are becoming clear:
- Provide more food
- Buy socks, underwear, and winter clothing
- Get a vehicle so we can transport people like Joseph to rehab
- Cover basic costs for volunteers helping us serve
We do not hand out money. But we do bring food, truth, prayer, and presence. And sometimes, that is the first step toward healing.
If you would like to support this ministry, your prayers and any financial contribution would mean a great deal. Every gift helps us reach more people with practical help and the hope of the Gospel.
You can find donation details, including bank transfer information, at the link below:
👉 Click here to support the outreach
If giving by bank transfer, please include “Tel Aviv Outreach” in the payment description so we can allocate it properly.
Please pray with me:
- For Joseph, that he would have the strength to take the next step toward rehab
- For the woman in addiction and rage, that she would be set free
- For the people we see each week, that they would feel seen by God
- For provision and wisdom as we enter the cold season
- For more laborers willing to come and serve
- For Baruch, David, Cliff, Tanya, Efrat, Avraham, Michal, Lea, Valerie, Nes, Philimon, and Adam, that each would encounter healing, restoration, and the love of God in a personal way
There is so much more I could say. But I will end with this. What we are doing is not big in the eyes of the world. But in heaven, I believe it matters deeply. A piece of bread, a kind word, a prayer spoken in faith, these things carry eternal weight.
Thank you for standing with me in prayer, in love, and in hope.
📬 eliasmaron@twocampsoneheart.org
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