I grew up loving Barbie dolls. Recently when we’ve gone to the bars, I have been thinking more and more about Barbie dolls. The girls I have met are dressed in little outfits and kept up on stands or inside little glass boxes. They are represented as being a product. This product is available for purchase. That value is whatever price the consumer decides to place on them.
I have met these ladies. They’ve chosen to sit with me during their 30 minute break after dancing on the bar. I have gotten to talk to them and hear about their families and about how much they dislike their jobs. I’ve gotten to see their faces light up when I come back and remember their names. I’ve heard about how far away from home they are. I’ve gotten hair and make up tips and I have laughed. I have laughed a lot.
Don’t try and put a price on my friends.
Their time is priceless.
Their conversation is priceless.
Hearing their story is priceless.
Filled with righteous anger, I ask the question: “How dare we? How dare we put a value on a person?” People should not be for sale.
These women are image bearers of God. They were chosen. Chosen before time or space. They are completely and profoundly loved. They are wanted, pursued, and romanced by Jesus who died for them. They are needed. They are clothed in a beauty on the inside that was given to them by their Heavenly Father. He has deemed them worthy. They are enough. In him they have intrinsic value.
