On Sunday night, June 23, I woke up weeping for the lost. In my dream I had come to a street where a section of the sidewalk was lined with small miniature sports memorabilia placed there as a memorial for someone who had died. My spirit was immediately moved and I knelt down, crying for the lost soul it represented. I felt deeply for this one who had given their life to worldly pursuits and idols without knowing Kingdom realities. They simply had not heard.
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