I LOVE A PROSTITUTE
You heard me. In my heart, a young lady who sells her body holds a very special place. One that no one else will ever be able to fill. She touched my life in a way which showed me a love I never before truly understood. A love that is not situational or circumstantial. A love that runs purely off of grace. A love that only God can give.
A lifestyle of ministry is hard for way more reasons than just one. But the main reason it’s so hard, at least for me, is this: I allow God to break my heart for what breaks His on a daily basis. Heartbreak isn’t easy. Most of you all know that. I don’t have to explain the emotions and stress in which heartbreaks brings. The thing is, whether you’re in Africa, Asia, or the USA, heartbreak surrounds you.
Imagine living heartbreak like God does. Seeing people He uniquely and deliberately made masterpieces run around day to day not giving a care in the world He exists. Nonetheless following after Him as He longs for us to do. He watches us rebel against His warnings and instead get ourselves into situations that hurt us and damage our self image. He hears us call for His help, but watches as we deny His wisdom and run back into the things that hurt us and result in the same cry for help only a little worse each time. Yet despite it all, He loves us day in and day out. No and’s, if’s, or but’s. He loves with grace and mercy that abounds past our understanding and comprehension.
That’s how I love this young lady. One who is so strong and smart. One that God created beautiful and talented. One that is blessed with people who love her, even if she doesn’t believe that right now.
When you love someone the way God loves, you’d be surprised at the fight you’d put up for that person. It’s one that never gives up. One that doesn’t depend on the person whom you’re fighting for. This fight’s outcome, in your mind, only ends when you defeat the Enemy. Sometimes the fight is a few hours. Sometimes days. Months. Maybe even years. Shoot, you may be fighting on your knees for a lifetime. But that’s just it. A fight like this is driven from a place of love deep in your soul. A love to see a person rescued and healed. A love that comes from nowhere but Christ alone.
I’m in love with a young lady who came out of prostitution, found God’s love, and through the enemy’s lies of deceit has decided to run back into the thing that hurt her the most. Selling her body isn’t something she enjoys. It hurts. It’s not worth it. Those are her words – not mine. But when the Enemy is allowed to speak lies into your soul, anything can be twisted, and you’ll do just about anything.
I’m now half-way across the world with nothing I can do to help change her mind or decisions except pray. I’m fighting with prayer that, through my Father’s Spirit, I believe, will be heard in her soul miles away. Prayers that will intercede for her and cut off the Enemy before He attacks. Prayers of power, love, and grace to hopefully help make a difference.
How long will you pray? Until she’s safe and back in the will of God her Father.
What if that never happens? I’ll be praying it does until the day I die.
When does fighting hurt? When you stop.
Where does this type of love take you? In between the Enemy and God’s daughter.
Why would you place yourself in danger for her – a prostitute? Because Christ did.
Who will win? God – He always does.
I love a prostitute. You heard me. She holds a very special place in my heart. And I’ll fight for her to the end of her struggle.
