While in Ho Chi Minh City, our team was living in the backpackers area in District 1. Our month, as great as it was, was also full of darkness. We were living in the area where massage parlors and spas were prevalent. Where prostitution is considered just another job. So, this is a letter that I wrote.
Hello
First, I want to ask for forgiveness.
For all the men who used you.
For all the men who treated you as an object of pleasure.
I am sorry.
More important than that,
I want to tell you that you are seen.
Seen for who you really are.
Not as an object, because that was never who you are.
It never was, nor will it ever be.
You are seen by us.
You are seen.
As a person with soul full of emotions.
You are seen.
Finally, I want you to know that you are loved!
Actual love.
Love that no man or money can ever fulfill.
You are loved more than you can imagine.
You are loved by God.
He loves you, and He is beckoning your name.
He is there for you.
Always have and always will.
His love is unconditional.
It knows no boundaries.
You are loved.
You are loved.
You are loved.
I am praying for you.
From,
A human passing by
