My thirteen-year-old granddaughter, Jazmine, volunteered with our church to minister to the homeless in Portland, Oregon.  She arrived at the church with three suitcases--one entire suitcase contained her hair products and make-up.  The church limited her to two suitcases and it was horrible for her to have  to choose which two.  The next thing I heard sent shivers down my spine:  Jazmine had to relinquish her cell phone.   They might as well have ripped off her right arm!  Then yesterday, in an effort to teach her what it means to be homeless, the Portland church sent Jazmine and her fellow helpers onto the streets with one change of clothes, a single dollar bill, a pillow, and a sleeping bag.  Last night Jazmine phoned her mother and said, “Mom, oh, Mom, you won’t believe this.  I ate lunch in a soup kitchen.”  I think my sweet baby girl is learning far more than she ever anticipated.