This week at Camp Jonah, we were blessed to have a lady from Shepherd's Door come share her testimony of living on the streets and then finding hope from the mission. Her story was amazing, and the campers asked her many questions about being homeless. It was hard for the 4-6th graders to grasp that she didn't celebrate her birthdays, didn't have any friends, didn't go to school, and was cold and scared at night, while being homeless. But by the time we finished, they seemed to understand. Many of them chose to give leftover snack shack money to bless and help other homeless men, women, and kids find a home. Little kids have big hearts!

It's the middle of the second week of camp. Last week, I had a great time investing in campers, sharing our story of starting H2O, and challenging them to start living sold out for Jesus. We filled bags right after I spoke, and I think campers had a good time and understood what it was for.

Our new promo video helped a lot at camp too. One scene in the movie is of a homeless person taking off his dirty, holey socks before going to bed. I heard campers murmur to each other, "Ooh...that's gross!" They got it.

Tonight, I'm speaking again. This time to young campers in elementary school. It will be a challenge making what I say exciting and understandable for them, so please pray for wisdom in how to best explain what H2O is all about. And pray also that God stirs in their hearts a desire to love Him more.

God's doing a work here! It's exciting to be a part of it.

Every time I drive by or visit the Portland Rescue Mission there's a long line of homeless men, sitting, waiting, sleeping. Because there's always bound to be a bunch of people there, a lot of groups who want to help homeless people target that street and those people. My group was no different.

Last Monday, Leslie and I took a group of college students visiting from Waco, Texas downtown, H2O bags in hand. We split into four groups of 4 or 5 and started walking around downtown Portland. After handing out the last few bags to some of the men waiting outside the Portland Rescue Mission, we started heading back to our car, when a lady stopped us on the curb and told us,

"This is what everyone does! They help these people out here, but no one ever remembers that there's a woman's shelter right down the street! Women don't sleep here, we're all down on the corner of 5th and Burnside, but these people get all the help! Next time, come bring stuff to us ladies too!"

This wasn't the first time I had heard homeless people try to remind of us the ladies.

One evening when Leslie was serving at dinner at the Portland Rescue Mission, one of the homeless men told another girl that was serving that night with Leslie,

"You know what we really need? We need more women shelters! There are places for men to go to get a bed, but most of the women are left to sleep out on the streets."

Surely there's a way you can help them. Bring food to them. Raise money for another shelter for them. Love them. Just don't forget about the women.

This heartbreaking photo was taken on August 2, 2006 in Tokyo, Japan. It portrays the plight of one of the many homeless people living on the city's streets - an often forgotten aspect of Tokyo.

Want to start H2O in Japan? Sign up for a starter kit . Give this man and others like him hope and a fresh pair of socks.

This week, I went to the Rescue Mission in downtown Portland, where hundreds of homeless men and women enjoy a warm meal and a chapel service. As some volunteers served the food, I went to each table filling water glasses, pouring coffee, and visiting with the men and women who came that night.

Once dinner was cleaned up and most of the homeless people had finished eating, we started chapel time. The chapel was full of mostly men, who enjoyed the warmth of the building and a clean place to sit and rest. Some people fell asleep, but others were engaged in the message. After the speaker shared about the good news of Jesus, my friend and I went on stage to lead everyone in musical worship to God. This was the first time I'd helped lead any music there, so I didn't really know what to expect, but what followed was a really sweet moment for me.

I led the singing on the song "Hosanna" by Hillsong, which has, for a long time, been one of my favorite worship songs. The words challenge me every time and get me stoked about Jesus and being on mission for Him. As we sang the words, "...Break my heart for what breaks Yours. Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause..." I realized how precious that moment was. It hit me. I'm singing this with the people God has broken my heart for. Every time I've sung those words before I've thought of the men and women living on the streets. This time, I was singing it with them.

My cry to God became even louder that night. Break my heart, God! Keep me broken for the people Your heart breaks for! And the love I have for the hurting people on the streets grew even deeper...

God's heart breaks for these people.