The Beach Club.
location: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
activities: drinking, dancing, karaoke, and purchasing women.
cost: maybe $50, your humanity, and any self-respect you may have had.
Aimee, Janee, myself, and three other women that do ministry in the area,
went to the beach club. Our purpose for going? To minister to the girls
working their as prostitutes. The three women that we went with had already
established a few relationships with the girls, so it was no suprise when
we walked in to speak with them.
I sat down and talked with two of the girls for about 2 hours. One of them
was married and had kids back home in the Phlippines. Her husband has no
idea that she is sellin herself for money, as far as he knows she is a normal
waitress working for a few months to make money to help support their family
in the hard econmic times. Hearing her story broke my heart. She was so desperate
to make a good amount of money that she was willing to lie to her husband and leave
her family. I continued to speak with her, trying to encourage her to go back, and find
a different career, that would allow her to help provide for her family, but not cause
her to work in the sex inidustry. When I spoke to her about Christ she claimed that she was christian. That hurt more then anything she had said up to that point.
As I continued to speak to the girls, I discovered they were all from the Philippines, maybe one or two girls were from Thailand. It was unbelievable. I was so sad to see the emptiness in their eyes. To see them take a shot, and then go to work.
Something God revealed to me during this time, that I was not expecting at all, was a heart for the men. As I observed these white men (some from the US, others from the UK) I began to realize a pattern with their behavior. Many of them would invite a group of girls to his table and would buy them food, and drinks, and just sit there and talk with them for a good amount of time. As I watched their eyes, I saw a deep sadness, and lonliness. They were so desperate or attention, for conversation, to feel wanted. It hit me! These men are so lost, and so void of God, that they are trying to fufill that hole and need with these girls. They more they try to do it, the more they are going to need, because nothing but Christ can fill that void. My heart suddenly became overwhelmed with compassion for them. I no longer wanted to cut their throats, I wanted to hug them, and tell them how much God loves them, and how there is an abundant life they can have. I began to pray over the place, and for each soul in there. Each one a lost lamb
needing to be shepherd back to the flock.
I left that night feeling heartbroken, and excited for the new heart God had given me. I now have names and faces to pray for specifically. And if my whole point for being in malaysia was to be able to pray for them or even my whole purpose for being on the race is for those people, then it is worth it. My prayer is that they encounter Christ, and recieve salvation. Their testimonies would change the lives of so many.
