It stopped her in her tracks.
Her face lit up.
Nothing could break the eye contact she made with us even as we walked off and were blocks down the road.
And a smile stretched from ear to ear that wasn’t from happiness, or surprise; it was from a place deep down in her soul that seemed to spark back to life and fill her mind. The part of her soul that brings her Hope. The part of her soul that reminds her of the Love in the world rather than destruction. The part in her soul that assures her she is Loved and sought after by someone far greater than anything around us.
Hope was reintroduced. Unconditional loved was made tangible and life was interrupted for the better.
All because a message was made evident through the actions of our lives and obedience to God’s directing. A message of God’s true heart for His children, despite where they stand.
A message of what it looks like when His Kingdom walks on this earth.
Where was this woman standing?
In the middle of a street called Walking Street in Pattaya, Thailand. A street that quadruples the population of this city each day from tourism alone.
A street that men and women run to, to find a sense of freedom and escape from struggles and hurt life presents. A place where affirmation is thrown at you and desires can be met. It’s a place where anything and everything can happen and where anyone and everyone is welcome to walk in and feast of what it has to offer.
Yet the menus presented and pushed in your faces every 15 seconds by street salesmen isn’t something that will be cooked up for the betterment of your soul or even stomach for that matter.
Their choice selections are human beings and the sexual possibilities (pictures included) with what all they can do for you.
All for a basic cost…
Three story buildings with dancers in glass boxes atop advertising for the Go Go Bar beneath them. Ear drum popping music and lights flashing every direction easily keeping any conscious or moral thought drowned out and at banks. Block after block after block of clubs with uniformed women, teenagers possibly, parents surely, calling any and every body that walked by attempting to rope them inside. They weren’t normal uniforms either, they were barely clothes at that. As a teammate of mine said, the human side of them is completely taken away with what they are forced to wear.
No name tag, but a number and no reason to look them in the face when the lookers face is too busy gazing at all you can see and easily grab for yourself.
Demoralized. Hurtful. Dreaded. Deprived of normalcy. No longer given human consideration yet solely considered objectively.
The images and set up of Walking Street can be talked about for hours; mourned and hurt over for a lifetime. The idea that it is socially accepted not only by the policemen that stand and watch but also by the families that push their toddlers in strollers or hold youngsters hands while walking through can frustrate you to the point of screaming!
Or there is a different side to the story we can dwell on.
One like the story above where my new/old teammate Bee felt led to freely gift a random young woman walking through the street a rose and share the message of free, unconditional love with her.
Or the image Kody and I witnessed as Tiff, Rachel and Bee felt lead to enter into one of the biggest pole dancing bars (seemingly) on the street. God physically revealed Himself to the situation, showing how He wanted us there and to be encouraged of His hand over us and those women and men there stuck in the sex trafficking business.
~Kody and I stayed outside to pray then when they were half way down the bar we noticed above them stood a lit up cross from a distant pier. Little did they know but they were literally walking toward God while walking through the bar and at the end of it all was able to have a conversation with one of the dancers with the ocean behind them and the Cross shining towards them.~
God is in places like Walking Street. His character doesn’t change an ounce when presented between me and the men that come there with no thought in mind but to satisfy the cravings of their crotch. His Love doesn’t become conditional or lessen because the men there use and abuse the women stuck in what they think is the only way to gain money. For He knows the traps the devil sets and captures people with. He knows how if many only knew what the weight of following these enticing paths (streets) did to their life and generations to follow we would run from and stop.
This truth is what has sealed the message that has been becoming more and more clear to my life for the past month. I care for people’s Spiritual and mental standing more than I do their medical health. I want to outpour into people’s lives the message of God more than I want to educate them on medicine they take. I want to not only be there to break the standards of mentalities we set and get trapped in while living this short phased life, but also be a vessel for the Love that started all things under and around the sun.
I want to spread the WHOLE message of God’s Love and meaning in our life; something I can’t explain to you in a 1,000 blogs but will forever discover and learn to tap further into more each day of my life. Because it’s God’s love that is the start to all healing in this world and it’s God’s Grace and unconditional character alone that can set all wrongs right across generations at a time. No medicine or diet can do that.
So yes, you could say I will still be a nurse. For a nurse deeply desires to bring out the best in the human life. A nurse aids people when needed or even when they don’t know when their life calls for intervention. A nurse is called to put others before themselves and fight for Life no matter the odds or circumstances.
This is the nurse I am and will walk out for the rest of my life. Not the typical nurse that brings you your pills in a cup, or gets you to sign papers wearing uniformed scrubs. But the nurse willingly walking in the rockiest of places, the EMT for the soul. Fighting to bring the only medicine that can rescue them out of a death ending life and into one of worth, holistic health and most importantly value.
Administering the ‘medicine’ that will change the world.
