"I see Heaven invading this place," continued to run through my mind as I sat in the back room of a massage parlor in the middle of the Red Light District. My friend, Lindsey, invited Aimee and I to come and hang out with her friends that she has been investing in these past several months.
Lindsey and Noy
"I see angels praising your Holy Name," as plate after plate of food filled the table. Chicken, fruit, noodles, dessert never ran dry.
"Amy, you want to try?
"Already try"
"I did not see. Try in front of me," while a spoonful of dessert was shoved in my mouth by the owner of the massage parlor.
The "Kitchen" behind their shop
"I see Glory falling in this place," while the people from other shops came trickling in around the back table: A woman with dyed red hair, from the hair salon next door, a bamboo tattoo artist, his eight month pregnant wife and their three year old joyful daughter with hair in shambles from two doors down. This was family.
"I see HOPE restored, the healing of all disease," was released as we began to invest in their lives, their stories. As I sat and listened to my new friend's story, hope, healing and freedom was taking place in her life after a marriage of six years ceased to exist. Two years later, new life has been surfacing.
"I see HEAVEN invading this place," these people who follow other gods. From seeing the face of Nit Noy's eleven year old son to Moon telling us to come back because we are family now, oh how Heaven was coming. We were being invited to go deeper into their lives.
In the end, these women were displaying a love that runs deep. They mirrored a love that never fails; a love that simply does. They were being Jesus…they just do not fully know it yet.
Some of the ladies who work at the Massage Parlor
*picture credit to Aimee's I-Phone
lyrics to Steffany Frizzel-Gretzinger's "I See Heaven"
