At this point in the week, I was like, “God can we slow down? I’m feeling kind of hung over.  I know you don’t know what that feels like, so let me explain… I’ve just had a little more than I can handle this week so I’m feeling emotionally drained, my head is spinning in attempt to process everything I’m learning, and I’m little out of it. But I know exactly how to fix it….I just need a chicken biscuit, Starbucks latte, and some rest (preferably a real bed but I will settle for a hammock) and I promise I will be good to go again.”

He says, “Is that so, well I’m sorry to overwhelm you with my presence. That is not my intention at all. But do you realize how greedy you are?

I was squirming in my seat. My first thought was “sorry that was a dumb thing to say, I take it back…God please don’t ask me to give up Starbucks”….oh and the GREED begins to surface.

For all you Starbucks addicts that are tempted to stop reading for fear of conviction… you can read on. He didn’t deal with my greed by asking me to give up anything. Instead He said, “Meet my friends…”
 
“The widows, the orphans, my baby girls that are being told their only way out is to sell their bodies, the families that are going to choose not to eat so that they can feed you and have your company…..”

 

 
That night, as I sat under the pavilion listening to the speaker introduce the topic of orphans and sex trade I felt a deep pain inside my chest. I didn’t even have to hear any of the details before I began to weep.

The crazy thing is…how many times have I heard both those topics discussed? And how many times have I taken a moment to pity their situation and then quickly moved on to the next thing I had going?

Well it was different that night… I wish I could explain to you in words the agony, the pain, and the shame that came over me. My heart has never hurt so badly. In fact I didn’t even know it was possible. My whole body was trembling and I felt as though someone had literally ripped my heart out of my chest.

I only heard bits and pieces of what the speaker had to say. I didn’t need details. I needed go to these girls and to these places, I needed to do something about it, I needed to make up for all the time I have wasted, I needed to realize how ridiculously selfish and greedy I am…..

The one thing from the sermon that I do remember very clearly is a small pair of shoes that he held up. They were smaller than the palms of his hands… and he said “these are the shoes of a little girl named Eloise, who was taken from a brothel.” THEY WERE SMALLER THAN HIS HANDS.

 
In America kids get 1 dollar from the tooth fairy.

 

In Thailand kids make 10 cents a day by prostituting themselves.

In America at age 5 kids enter kindergarten,

In Thailand, at age 5, kids enter the world of prostitution,

In Thailand approximately 800,000 children are involved in prostitution.

 

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It’s not about me, it’s not about  you, it’s about THEM. It’s about JUSTICE!
 
Woe to you Pharisees, because you give God a tenth of your mint, rue and all other kinds of garden herbs, but you neglect justice and the love of God. You should have practiced the latter without leaving the former undone. Luke 11:42

 

I hate, I despise your religious feasts; I can not stand your assemblies. Even though you bring me burnt offering, I will have no regard for them. Away with noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of your harps. But let JUSTICE roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream. Amos 5:21-24

Religion that God our father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. James 1:27