I see you in the corner of the club with a beer in your hand. Your eyes are searching for someone but we both know it’s something deeper you are searching for. I see the way you are standing there like you don’t belong. I too don’t belong, but our intentions are different Sir. I came to this club tonight to pray for lost souls and I just so happened to make eye contact with you. You look away from me, do I remind you of your daughter? I stand, fist clenched, with anger clouding my mind, and I have to remind myself to breathe. As a young women, my heart aches to see you here in the club searching for women the same age as me. I came here tonight to pray and in turn I stand on the dance floor with my heart breaking. Most of the time my heart breaks for the women but tonight it was all for you. You should be home not here filling a void that this type of life can’t fill. Wandering aimlessly, drinking alcohol, and asking women my own age for sex will not make you a happier person! And yet I stand on the dance floor heart breaking for you? My eyes are welling up with tears, and I am asking the Lord why his sons come to these places. Sir, what has happened to you?
I leave the club but you are not out of my mind. I walk down the streets thinking of life in your shoes and I feel discouraged by everything I see. I leave the club thinking of all that I had done in my past and it is eating me alive! The tuk tuk drivers who call at me make my skin crawl, the women who try selling me alcohol makes my throat tighten, and the tourist here make my blood boil. I am angry, sad, and utterly hopeless. How did your eye contact ruin my whole day? How did I step into the club with arms wide open and leave holding myself like a child? I didn’t feel better till I sought out the Lord, and this is when I found my answer. I was angry with you, angry with the world, and letting the enemy tear me down.
I know you will never read this but Sir, I have chosen to forgive you. I wanted to swear at you and write you off as a dirty man. I wanted to scream at you for taking part in the evils that hide in this world. I was raised by a society that condemns and curses your name. Yet here I am, praying that you will find your way back home because your soul is so lost. The Lord your God is crying out for you to leave this place because you do not belong here. He wants you, along with other men and women to stop hiding in dimly lit clubs, loud bars, and street corners to come home. You are the lost sheep and you are standing there like you’re about to be eaten by a pack of wolves. Sir, He will search for you till the end of your days because He is your shepherd. Seek the Lord because when you do your life changes. Since finding my faith, I walk with hope, love, and beauty. I was lost then found. Sir, I will always be praying for you, and I won’t stop till you go home.
With Love, Your sister in Christ.
