One afternoon while composing the mission statement for the Chester Street Foundation, I recalled a recurring dream from 20 years ago. I hadn’t thought about the dream in a long time, but I felt as if I’d just awakened from dreaming it again.
While pastoring in California in my late twenties, I had this dream three or four times. It was always the same, as vivid as a movie. Each time I woke up after having the dream, I knew in my heart that it meant something. I eventually shared the dream with another pastor and he said, “Shawn, I can’t help but believe that this dream you’ve been having has something to do with what you’re going to do in the future. If I were you,” he continued, “I would just shelve it for now.”
I shelved that dream for twenty years!
Now, sitting at my desk all these years later with tears in my eyes, I remember the dream; I now know its meaning; and I have the overwhelming sense that something and someone much bigger than I am is behind the mission of the Chester Street Foundation.
Sadly many children in our community are suffering from the invisible wounds of childhood trauma. I believe I am called to do my part and help rescue as many of these innocent lambs as I can. But I need your help to do so. Will you consider joining me?