These girls are not objects.
These girls aren’t only for a good blog. These girls aren’t worthless. Worthless isn’t their identity in Christ, So that is not what I see them as. God is opening my eyes wider to see people as He sees them. Their identity doesn’t come from the families who sell their daughters or these men you buy them. These girls don’t deserve the pain they go through everyday. These girls aren’t a statistic.
These girls are worth so much more.
God give me eyes to see the men how you see them. God I don’t understand why this has to happen to so many of your children in this world.
There’s days where I wonder what hell would be like. When I begin to imagine how hell looks like I can’t picture it in my mind. But I’ve now seen hell on earth. So many women, men, even children are trapped into this hell like lifestyle. How do you equip your heart and prepare your eyes for something like that? I can’t. It’s still so hard to see this happening in the world. It breaks my heart everytime. We walked past bar after bar with young girls talking with old men. I saw girls being treated like animals.
These girls are my long lost sisters. As Christians, we are called to walk in boldness. We were given authority over darkness. We as Christians have to recognize the evil for what it is and call it out.
The red light district has lust, anger, greed, hurt as a Christian it’s my responsibility as a warrior in the Lords army to call out what is sinful and bind them and release the Spirit of the Lord in its place and bring the lightness and freedom where there is darkness.
Hatred fills my heart.
I am saddened that this is happening in the world
Two spirits can’t exist in the same place. The hatred inside of me isn’t doing anything productive.
All it is doing is just giving the evil spirit to have another opportunity to attack and succeed.
The first night was an eye opening night in the bars. We walked to a few bars and passed by them because they were all empty. We came across this one bar though. I gazed at the girls who were sitting outside the place basically as an advertisement for men to look at.
My heart shattered for them and knowing what was happening within the four walls of this area. My team proceeded to go the ought the black tinted doors to enter the bar. As we sat down we all felt awkward and uncomfortable. And I felt a heaviness of darkness within this place. We say down and ordered orange juice. As I looked around in the room. It was quite empty except for 2 tables. But the one that really caught my eye was the man who was sitting by himself. I saw all 10 girls coming in from the outside lining up right in front of the man. He chose which girl he wanted and what I saw in her eyes was fear, shameful, hurt but also flattered to be the girl who met his expectations of the date he so desired. It was the hardest to see this happen right in front of my eyes and feel hopeless.
It was a first hand experience. It wasn’t just a story I heard. It’s something that I saw with the two eyes that God gave me.
It’s a nightmare for me to even think that I could be a girl kidnapped and forced into it but the only words come to mind “hell on earth”, but this is their real life. It can happen to anyone. Anyone can be kidnapped or tricked into getting a “good” job. But that is not the case. This isn’t a dream that they will just wake up to and it non exist. This is reality. This is the life they wake up to every morning.
Through the love of Christ there is hope in the dark places in this world.
I’ve been frustrated with God. Frustrated with God that this is happening to these girls but knew that these are His children. He cares for them just as much as he cares me. He doesn’t love them any less than he loves me. So why do these girls have to suffer everyday when I’m just living the dream life?
I felt hopeless. Disappointed. Discouraged that I hadn’t met a girl the first few days of bar ministry so I began crying out to God more and more. Asking him “where is the one girl that I can impact?”
Impacting one person. Just one person God. Where is that girl? And God showed up that night.
I met a sweet girl named Flower, she was working at the bar. And I knew that this girl was the one that I needed to meet and talk with. She was open to talk about herself and her family. She told me many times that she didn’t want to leave with any man who tries to buy her. She clearly didn’t want to be here and she constantly said how much she wants to just get home with her family and work on the farm. I did my best to encourage her to keep saying “NO” to the men who try and buy her and wait for a man who will love her and care for her. She’s not a prostitute. She’s a girl who loves coffee, shopping, talking like just every girl. But she is trapped in working at a bar every night. I could have paid 400 baht($13) to take her away from the bars and never bring her back but instead help get a job and help her start a new life. As we were sitting in the bar sipping some coke, she was teaching me how to say some words in Thai. She wanted to know about me and she didn’t believe me when I told her I don’t have a boyfriend. And she replied to me saying “but you are so lovely and beautiful” she didn’t understand why I didn’t have a boyfriend but I explained to her that I want to wait for the right one, and not give a piece of my heart to every guy I date. I told her that there’s a man out there you just have to wait for the perfect timing. I was reminded of the vision that teammate told me that he had for me and that was “you’re like a flower and you are delicately spreading love to the girls in the bars”
As I was leaving and saying goodbye to my new friend, it broke my heart to see men touching her. I just wanted to take her home with me and never bring her back. I could see the pain in her eyes as the men were touching her face. I’m so incredibly thankful that I was able to meet Flower and spend a few hours with her. I won’t forget that night and I won’t stop praying for her everyday.
Her and so many other girls in the world have experienced so much heartache with men who just want to use her to get what they want. And they are oblivious that what it’s truly doing to the girls or they have no heart to care. It’s destroying their identity, it’s shattering trust, they’ve lost passion for a bright future, they feel ashamed but most can’t get out, they are controlled by their pimp, they’ve lost hope in themselves.
What will you do to fight against this injustice?
