Lester Roloff in the 1980s was on Indianapolis radio weeknights at 9 PM for a half hour because he had been helped by Indianapolis IFB preacher Greg Dixon, who now is retired to Florida I think, and Dixon saw that the program was rerun for several years. I used to listen to it regularly and have posted about Roloff several times over the years here on the Baptist Board. Dixon was not so winsome locally and got into a fight with the federal government over paying taxes and had a ramshackle church building confiscated (Baptist Temple) in a neighborhood near Garfield Park just south of downtown in Indianapolis that now has declined to just another area that used to be nice sixty years ago.
Roloff was correct about the motives of the government. Eventually, rescue missions were unable to raise the money to meet the demands of homelessness and the government stepped in with mental health funds for counselors and food stamps and agricultural surplus to fill the pantries. The boards of health demanded different standards of food preparation. Surplus from banquets and luncheons and bakeries was no longer allowed to be donated. In effect, missions began to serve food that was much like school lunches.
Eventually, the federal government ruled that a rescue mission that accepted federal funds could no longer require attendance in a chapel as a condition of admittance to the rescue mission.
The old idea of soup, soap and Salvation was now illegal. It used to be that transients attended chapel, ate supper, and then showered before being assigned a bunk in a large room of bunk beds and were awakened about 4 or 5 in the morning and served a small breakfast and sent out to find work.
No more. Now they just eat and sleep. Few, if any, attend chapel. The Feds destroyed the rescue mission and turned it into a hostel for the alcoholic, drug addict, mental patient, and occasional bankrupt who wanders in. Indianapolis has one mission that does not accept federal money. Also, in cities all over the USA, rescue missions have been moved out of the downtown areas into various neighborhoods.
Roloff was a good man and there was no one to take his place. He used to tell about how he kept a milk cow to pay his way through Baylor. He liked to sing but was not such a good singer. He used to say that people would ask him if he lived by faith and he would say that he told them, Man, I have to.