“It hit me like a lightning bolt, an image so clear. I was looking down from inside of a greenhouse where people were loading a truck up with seedlings and seeds, soil and pots, piles of instructions, all headed for food banks to teach people to grow some of their food indoors. Outside the greenhouse, acres of food was being tended to. For some reason I realized they were the parents of homeless families, there to get away from the world for a moment, to heal, to live there on the farm, and that was not the only farm. Out in the distance I could see a Denver and the mountains beyond. We were not that far away, yet I could hear the whisper of all God had in mind, to reach the hungry and the lost. It is still clear in my head and my heart today. This is still the mission. It has to be.”