Ty Ogof: A New Chapter Begins
How one man's freedom is changing lives
By the time the doors opened that evening, the aroma of hot stew was already drifting down the street. Men shuffled in—some laughing, some quiet, most carrying more weight in their eyes than in their worn backpacks. Huw greeted each one like an old friend, which, in many cases, he was.
It hadn’t always been this way.
There was a time, not so long ago, when Huw was the one showing up at places like this, hollow-eyed and hungry—for food, yes, but also for peace. Addiction had gripped him like a storm, but everything shifted when he encountered Jesus. Day by day, the chains started to fall. He found freedom. And he couldn’t keep it to himself.
The drop-in centre was just the beginning—feeding 50, sometimes 70 men a night. But Huw couldn’t shake the question that woke him in the early hours: What happens when they leave? Where do they go? A hot meal was good. A bed, a home, a future—that’s what they really needed.
That’s when Ty Ogof was born.
They partnered with Green Pastures, who bought them a house. Not just any house—a place of recovery, of refuge, of new beginnings. The walls were painted, the rooms furnished, the garden cleared of weeds. In a few weeks, the first residents will arrive. Men just like Huw once was. Men who’d walk the same 12-step journey toward healing.
He stood looking out at the quiet street one evening, thinking not about the past, but about the laughter and tears that would soon echo through the house he stood in.
A house filled with grace. And a story just beginning again.