Tonight I was sitting at a small table outside our hostel waiting for the boys so we could go to dinner. A girl caught my eye. She was the same girl who had made advances at my guys earlier that day and I knew she wasn’t just offering a $5 massage. I watched as she grabbed a hold of another man and she wouldn’t let go. You could see the pleading in her eyes. He kept waving his hand at her saying “No” but there must have been something he said that gave her a hope that she held onto tighter than his hand. I watched for a good five minutes before he broke free. Minutes later I looked back and she had another man in her trap. I started to cry and pray over this woman as I realized this isn’t over.
Working with the girls in the bars in Thailand was one of the most eye opening and hard things I have done this year. And I would be a fool to believe that it is only a problem there. Even here in Vietnam I see girls prostituting themselves and my heart is broken for them. And I realized tonight that even though I have technically finished the World Race, my life moves on. My ministry is not 9 to 5. It is my life. And I am held responsible for the things I’ve seen, the people I’ve touched and the knowledge I have.
My tears tonight were for the world. E’en so Lord Jesus, quickly come.
