She pointed over to the men, and said that’s the boss. Leslie jumped in and
asked another of the girls sitting with us “is the boss also a customer?” she
shook her head yes averting her eyes from our faces. Les asked “what makes a good
customer or a bad customer?”
“A good customer doesn’t make me talk, just lets me do my
job and then go home. A bad customer asks me all kinds of questions and makes
me talk to him before giving him what he wants.”
When I heard this my head started spinning, I was in a kind
of dazed shock because I couldn’t believe this was “life” for her…she is a
beautiful woman who came from a village, she has a family to support and no
other means of making money so she’s been brought up to believe…I’m overwhelmed
by love for her and her friends and in that moment my hearts only cry was Lord
bring FREEDOM to this bar.
about going out to ministry, our team felt a strong calling to bring peace,
that we were going in power but the power of peace and gentleness almost like a
lamb. As we were praying about this discernment together, Leslie looked up and
directly in front of us was a guy sitting on a motorbike with a NEON yellow
shirt with big black block letters which read “THIS IS THE RIGHT WAY“. When we
all looked up and saw it we just burst out laughing because we felt it was
complete confirmation about what our purpose was for that night of ministry, to
bring peace and gentleness to Freedom Bar even though we didn’t know what that
would look like at all)
Leslie asked another question which brought me back to the
conversation, she pointed as she asked, “is your boss a good customer or a bad
customer?” then she looked directly into the girl’s face waiting for an answer.
Our friend could not keep her gaze and simply shrugged saying, “he’s the boss”
Leslie asked the same question again and received the same response, “he’s the
boss“.
….as I sat at the bar overwhelmed with emotions of every
shape and color I heard God clear as
day say “Go talk to him”…I thought my heart was going to stop
“no God I don’t want
to talk to him, I hate him, he doesn’t deserve your love, what will I say? You
called me to minister to the prostitutes this month, NOT the bar OWNER…I’m
scared, no I don’t want to”
“Daughter- you do not
deserve my love either, I died for him too and I love him, go talk to him, I
will give you MY words, don’t fear I AM with you”
By then my stomach was doing complete flip flops and my
heart had moved to a beat that was faster than I knew it was even capable of; I
leaned over to Bridget and said “pray for me I think I’m supposed to go talk to
him.” She looked up at me and said okay so she prayed that I’d have the peace
of God surrounding me as I talked with him.
I got up and started walking toward the men…
