In the mornings we slowly awaken our body’s as we put on our long ankle length skirts matched with a shirt that sits gently over our shoulders. We are conscious of what we wear to respect the culture, ourselves, and the Lord. We then dive into the word of God to awaken our souls and minds before heading out to share the gospel. As a team of six women we walk the beautiful street in groups of three occasionally glancing over our shoulders to make sure we are all safe. We walk up and down steep hills turning left and right following as God lead. As we walk cars zoom by and people pass on either side. Shops are full of busy people and men of all ages whistle, hiss, and holler as we stroll by. The cars we got use to getting out of the way for and the people we would stop and talk with. The shops we entered and found refreshment in, the men we ignored and rolled our eyes at. The men, the men I feel so justified to treat as if they aren’t even there because they look upon my body with gawking eyes. As I watch my teammates walk and see the men’s eye slowly gaze up and down there bodies my heart burned inside my chest, I was infuriated at these men for looking at these beautiful women of God in such a way. I would glare angrily at then attempting to make sure they knew I was pricing them with my eyes. My heart began to wrestle with the truth that this would be a daily occurrence for my team. As I pondered on this I made it my prayer that the days we were to walk the streets that the men would not see me nor my body, but rather only see Christ. I had hope the hissing and hollering would stop, but I had prayed for Chirsts’ glory to radiate from my team and I. I no longer gave the men piercing stares, but looked upon them broken hearted that all they could see was the surface. The lord opened my eyes to the fact that theirs were not open. The lord revealed to me that there is darkness in these men’s lives that is blinding them from seeing His glory. These men I once felt so justified to treat poorly I now have a broken heart for. As they continue to hiss and holler at my team and I there is saddens within my heart for all the brokenness within theirs.
