Saturday we visited "The Port," a ministry to the poor here that helps meet the needs of the many homeless and needy people in our neighborhood. After visiting, I felt clearly from the Lord that this was not the place for us, however, the burden of the poor was weighing on me heavily all day.

That night I dreamt that I was watching a scene of young children who were selling small vials of crack cocaine. In the dream, they had been caught by the authorities, who were confiscating the crack cocaine from them. Then, in my dream as I viewed this scene, I began to weep deeply at the plight of these kids... deep wrenching sobs, the sort of weeping that I rarely experience. In fact, in my dream I was attempting to muffle my sobbing for fear that I would wake up Holly, who I knew was sleeping beside me.

The needs of the poor are so overwhelming at times.

posted by Chaddo 9/16/2004 01:17:00 PM