This is a blog written by one of my teammates this month, Kate Williams. I was out with her doing ministry the night this occurred. I thought she captured what happened really well and I wanted to let you guys know so that you can continually be in prayer for these children.
Seriousbut not open. It is part of the underground human trafficking that
takes place away from the public eye. Unfortunately, it is believed
that if a man with AIDS has sex with a virgin, their disease will be cured.
This lie from Satan fuels the industry even more. Madaam’s and Pimps
who sell these children will sew the child back up in just a few days
after seeing their first customer only to sell them again as a
“virgin”. This will happen over and over again till too much damage has
been done, and then they are used as a regular prostitute.
We heard of this horror, but never thought we would encounter it.
It was
my second night on Bangla Road. I was with my squad mates Catherine and
Monica heading past bars, pole dancers, and bystanders. I was trying to
tune out the madness to hear God’s voice to whom He was leading us to
talk to. All of a sudden Catherine stopped abruptly and wouldn’t move.
“Look.”, she said. Right in front of us was a Western man about 65ish
holding the hand of a little Thai girl. She had to be but 7, maybe 8. I
felt my stomach turn. She had darker skin, long black hair put
up in pig tales, she was wearing a pink dress, and had little pink
gladiator shoes on. She held this man’s hand submissively not saying a
word. There was something odd about the whole situation. She was too
perfectly put together. The child even carried herself differently,
almost like a woman, almost as if her innocence was gone, stolen.
We looked at each other and without saying a word started to follow
this man. He ended up taking the girl in front of a pole dancing stage
right in the middle of the street. A lady boy and woman were dancing if
you would like to call it that. They flashed the audience and were
dancing in provocative movements that caused a large crowd to gather
staring motionless. The crowd was filled with tourists, women holding
their children, couples holding hands, men drinking beers. And in the
midst of all this was that little girl, holding that man’s hand,
standing there motionless. The man picked up on us three girls watching
him. It was bizarre because not one person gave a second glance to the
unseen child standing there. The man stared right at me, and I couldn’t
turn my gaze from him. I wanted him to know, “I see you, I know what you’re doing.”
He became uncomfortable looking and eventually walked out of the crowd.
I felt like an undercover spy… “what am I doing?” I kept thinking. We
hurried off to follow the little girl. “Should we talk to him? Do you
think we can stop him? What do we do?” We all had so many questions,
but no peace to intervene. An older woman walked indiscreetly behind
them. If you didn’t pay close attention, you would have missed the
words that were exchanged. She faded back in to the crowd as the two of
them continued on. He walked off Bangla Road and turned right. “That’s
where the hotels are!” Ugh, my stomach couldn’t take it. He kept
looking back at us, but his pace didn’t change. It was getting darker;
I could feel it in my soul. Catherine said, “We need to turn around. I
have a bad feeling about where we are.” I was furious. “I have to say
something whether its right or wrong!” But as we turned around, they
were gone. We lost him. After an hour of following them, they were
gone. I felt defeated. I felt sick. We walked back to
the nearby Starbucks where we have people constantly interceding while
we are on the streets. We prayed. I cried. I couldn’t get that man’s
face out of my head.
All of
a sudden, peace swept over me. I knew that that man could out run me,
but not my God. God had that little girl in his hands. This moment
taught me the power of prayer. Our prayers were shifting the
supernatural realms around us. A prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective!
That little child was our divine appointment.
We were sent to pray for her. We were sent to see her when no one else
cared, when no one else saw. We fought right up to the gates of hell
for that precious baby girl the whole time with prayer.
little girl with pig tales has been spotted on three different occasions by three different teammates and with three different
Western men. It’s not a coincidence that God is letting our eyes see
these things. We spoke to our contact who said it is very unlikely for
this to be seen on the streets in open public. Normally these men are
shuttled off to discreet places where they are handed over a child to
do with as they like. We realized that we have been praying for God to
shed light on the darkness here, and I believe our prayers are
beginning to surface something evil that is going down on that street.
We can’t go to the cops, because they are working along side of these
people. If we go to the authorities, our lives become in danger.
Finding out the hub of the location and calling child services is all
we could do. But our prayers are releasing mighty angels into this
darkness and it’s only the beginning of the change that will take place.
