2010 Garvin Park Outreach - Why do I care?

We are planning another Outreach on June 19th, 2010. Through this planning process, I've been trying to answer a question "How did I get this way?" I've been trying to remember the moment where I decided to feed hungry people. When did that turn into my Holy Discontent? I really can't put my finger on it. I guess I've always had a heart for people, but not like this. How did it happen? I know it came from the Lord, but I really don't recall the Holy Spirit moving my heart in this direction. There was no defining moment for me. I just woke up one day and started caring. I think the Lord was working on me ever so slightly, day by day. If He had hit me in the head with it, I probably would have cried and ran away. Gosh, it's awesome how He knows me so well. But, why do I care about this neighborhood, this town? I mean, there's hungry people all over the world. I could easily donate money and time to them. But, that doesn't get me wired up and fired up. And it's not JUST this neighborhood. I was obviously devastated when Katrina hit. We went through our house and sent what we could. I was obviously devastated when Nashville flooded. So much so that we took two trips down there to help people. And the Garvin Park Outreach - why this? I don't really have any connection to Garvin Park, or that neighborhood. Yet, I'm spending what free time I have trying to get people to donate cash, food, and supplies so we can make sandwiches for hungry people. I'm almost obsessed with it. I'm stepping out of my introverted shell and asking random strangers and businesses for donations. That's not "me" at all. Or not who I was. But, when did I change, and who am I becoming? I grew up in a small town. We didn't have homeless people to "worry" about. And now I'm here, thinking about Richard, praying for him and his friends, asking the Lord to be with them. When we were in Nashville, we drove by some homeless guys on the streets. I told Viq he either needed to move me to a town with no homeless people, or to a town where there were more so I could help them. Who says that?!? I'm a computer dork. A liver, as Pastor Bret put it. My spiritual gift is administration. Yet my dream is to buy the Old Fire Station #10 and open it up, not as a shelter, but as a place to eat Where did that come from? And, what do I do with it?