The staff is made up of:

  - Executive Director and CEO: Richard Korkowski,

  - Executive Director: Administration and Family Support Services: Angie Korkowski,

  - Gordon Davidson, Tim Rutherford.

The testimonies of the Korkowskis are as follows:

                                                   Richard Korkowski

I am a Child of God.

I am a recovered addict. I grew up in dysfunction and chaos. I witnessed brutal abuse on my mother from a man who was my stepfather. I witnessed more abuse on my little brother and I became a victim myself at his hand. I watched him murder a man (a family friend), I watched my Mom have miscarriage after miscarriage after his attacks. He was pure evil. I ran away after a violent fight. I was only 15 yrs old.

I was selling drugs, stealing cars and doing drugs. My short life had become insane. I was addicted to booze, pot, crack cocaine and anything else I could obsess over. Whether it was a substance, a life style, women or work. I was out of control. I wanted to fill my emptiness, avoid the pain with " something".

It worked for a while or so I thought. I met my future wife, Angie, in 1997. We hit it off because she too was abused and hiding all her pain. We enjoyed being together, we liked to get high together, and eventually we fell in love. We moved in together shortly after that and then our journey began.

In May 1999 my world fell apart. Angie had suffered a stroke. I turned to a friend for comfort and he handed me a crack pipe instead. Then I was "off to the races", so to speak. My life had become a nightmare, a living hell. I was now spiralling out of control. My addiction, the monster, had been released.

Angie recovered, however I could not; not on my own anyways. I was in and out of treatments prior to meeting Angie (which I hid from Angie) and now I needed something different. I robbed my employers and I robbed my family numerous times. I carried tremendous guilt and shame over all I had done. I needed help fast.

I went to Miracle Valley Treatment Centre for three months. There, I found God. My life seemed to be changing once I asked him into my heart.

I had been diagnosed with Hep C - I got infected the one and only time I got injected with a needle. We cleaned it with bleach that did not stop the virus. I was devastated. My girlfriend and daughter used my razors and combs! I might have killed them! I thought it was like aids or something. I was so scared. That's when I asked Jesus for help.

You have to understand to that I'm native (part Cree) and I was searching out my heritage. I had smudged, participated in sweat lodges and carried my bag of herb mix in my car. The officers of the Salvation army told me I couldn't practice there. I started reading my Bible getting to know Jesus. We joined the Salvation Army Church. I was a Christian now.

I got out of the valley. I got a job and really started to once again put God on the back burner and money first. I relapsed again after 10 months of clean living. I went to familiar territory, Main and Hastings in Vancouver,  the war zone. I went through our savings of $18,000.00 in almost three weeks.

Finally when I had nothing left, I went home to Angie. But Angie had moved out. Everything was gone. Everything. I didn't know where she was. I hadn't paid the rent. What a loser I was. I could always come back. She would love me. Gone.

I then just stayed at crack shacks and got high. Next I ran into someone who knew us from church and she told me where Angie was. I went to her falling through her downstairs window. Our daughter called her Mom and the police. Angie rushed home and was met by police. She didn't charge me, but she said treatment or nothing. She was tough now and I guess she needed to be. She took time off work, detoxed me and drove me up five days later.

I really wanted "it" this time and when I saw people using, I called her to get me out. She of course thought it was a ploy again. She made some calls and got me a bed at Samaritan house. She took me there.

My life had totally changed. I had matured in my relationship with God. I love Jesus with all my heart. I became a Salvation Army soldier.

I eventually came on staff at Set Free Ministries. I lived there until I was 16 months clean and I moved home the night Angie and I were wed. I continued working for Set Free Ministries until May of 2005, when I was laid off, and the opportunity for Joshua House came to be. I am over five years clean. I am happy serving the Lord.

Angie Korkowski

I am a child of God.

I am a recovered addict. My life began as a mistake: I was conceived out of wedlock. It was in a small village in old Germany. My unwed mother did not look down at her bulging belly and say how much she loved or wanted me. She was abandoned by her family. Eventually they came back in her life but it took a while.

When I was five years old we moved to Ontario, Canada where my mother married a man. He had a mental illness. He molested me one night and we fled. I now had a baby sister. We fled to Surrey B.C. and moved in with my stepdad who became my Dad. He had two older daughters and he and Mom had three more daughters of their own. Seven girls!

At this time, I was unaware of skeletons that were in our closets. The eldest daughter was never really ever there. She never would come for any occasions. I never knew her. The next sister was three or four years older then me. She didn't like us being there. She left suddenly at when she was 14 years old. Later  I found out why: My Mom began beating me. Sometimes she would really hurt me. Sometimes she'd get so angry with me for stuff I didn't do. I was 10 or 11 years old.

My grandpa began touching me. It was a secret I couldn't tell. He told me I would get blamed—- that everyone would hate me. It would be my fault. No one would believe me. Then he would sneak into my bedroom and have intercourse with me. I was scared, confused. Confused, because I liked the attention. Mom just hit me and called me names. Still he said NEVER tell.

Over the years the molestations got fewer as I was getting older and realizing it was wrong. I carried lots of guilt and shame. I started stealing. This was something I could control.

Then he started with my younger sister. Oh my gosh! He came to me one more time and he was forceful because I had said NO. He hurt me. I was bleeding. I told my Mom that night. He had done it to my older sister but no one believed her—that's why she'd left to foster care.

As I grew up I was known to "shame" - I was beaten and called humiliating names like slut and whore, and that by my own mother. I was blamed for the molestations after he died.

I moved out at 17 and got into witchcraft and Satanism. My boyfriend was 29 years old and a warlock. I went to meetings in New Westminster and Burnaby. It was hidden well. After one night of rape, I left my boyfriend and hitched up with the father of my son. We got married in 1982 and I had Trev in 1984.

His father ended up abusing me for 24 hours straight. He committed adultery and beastiality and was bi-sexual. Drugs and alcohol were always present. I was getting worse. I left him for bikers. They would save me, I thought. It didn't happen. I was used (I allowed it) as a prostitute. I slept with whoever I was told to. Of course there was so much booze and drugs, I was never really "there" anyways. I was using booze (hard liquor straight) pot, MDA, snorting and smoking cocaine, also T3's and demurral—Doctor prescribed.

I met my daughter’s father next. He hit me when I was pregnant. It got very brutal then. He left us nine years later for my best friend.

Then I met Richard. He was a lot different. I fell in love. We moved in together almost a year later. We had lot of struggles with our addictions.

After my stroke, I pretty well quit. I was so scared I 'd have another. When Rich first gave his heart to Christ, I quit for good. I was done. I absorbed as much of recovery as I could. It took me a year and a half to come to Christ.

We finally got married in 2003, a glorious day because Christ was there! I worked for the Salvation Army and I too became a soldier. We had planned to become officers however God had something else in mind: Joshua House.

We are incorporated under the Society Act registered as a Non Profit Organization.

We have a Board of Directors which meet monthly to discuss issues concerning Joshua House. These people, or as we like call them our mentors, have each something to offer Joshua House. We enlist their help, wisdom, guidance and prayer for this Ministry.

We praise God our Father for giving us His vision and continuing guidance to direct our paths.

Thank you Jesus ...you are worthy of all praise!    Amen.