Adventures WorldRace SethBarnes Sponsorship Giving

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I sit down at the bar and order a coke. I am overwhelmed by the things I’m seeing on Bangla Road every night. My heart is breaking more and more.

 

 

I look up and see a group of men ordering drinks. I notice that all of them have wedding rings on. I don’t understand how they can just leave their wives at home or in the hotel and come out get drunk and buy a woman for the night, maybe even for the week.

I look to the left and there is a prostitute dancing on a pole. She actually isn’t dancing, she’s just standing there, holding the pole. She looks tired and emotionless. Men walk by and she looks scared. In my head I just wonder… What are the thoughts in her head? What has she been through? Will she bought for the night, only to make around $30?
 
 
 

I start to talk to a girl who works as a prostitute. I ask her what she thinks about her job. She looks at me with pain in her eyes and says it’s a job that makes her good money. “Do you like your job?” I ask. She smiles a very weak smile and says, “Its okay, I guess.” I ask her, “Does your family know what kind of job you have?” “No, they would be upset with me.” she replies.

My heart is breaking and I just want to cry. How many girls work on this street and live with shame? They have to lie to their families about where they are working. They have to leave their children with their parents who usually live hours away.
 
 
 

I am leaving the bar and see a family of four. A dad holding a little toddler on his shoulders and a mom holding a 4 or 5 year old hand, walking down the street. They are walking down a street introducing their kids to so many things.

These kids have seen girls with hardly any clothes, grinding on poles. They are introduced to the party scene. Will these two kids grow up thinking all of this is normal and okay? Will they be numb to this scene because they have been brought here at such a young age?

So many questions flood my head. We only have seven more nights to come into this area and make a difference.

We stand out when we walk into the bars. We have on long skirts and shirts that cover our bodies up. We have been made fun of. The girls look at us with strange faces when we order cokes instead of alcohol.

We sit for hours playing games and building relationships. When we first come in I’m sure we are thought of as lesbians. After a few visits do they realize we are different? Do they realize we care about them and love them just like Christ does?
 
 
 

It is very hard to come out here night after night and see the things we do. It has been eye-opening for me and has changed my life in so many ways.

I am now aware of the pain and hurt that happens because of human trafficking. I now know it doesn’t just affect the girls who are selling their bodies. Many people are affected and I must do my part in making a difference.

Join me in prayer as I continue to go out and show the women, men, and families that Jesus Christ Loves them.