Taken out of your village, made into an object pleasing to traveling men. You are dressed in clothes that are tight and reveal the parts of your body that the public proclaims indecent. You entice your customers with seductive stares. You stroke them on their arms and legs. Often times you are sitting on their laps while they wrap their arms around your waist. You begin to negotiate the price for the night with short whispers into the ears of your buyer.
You finish with this person, and you move onto the next.
And the next.
And the next.
Often you are in a drunken state. You don’t even care anymore, this numbs the pain.
You are an object, treated like an animal. You have no actually worth, except for the money you can give to your bar mom at the end of the night. You finally fall asleep and enter a peace for a short while. The next day you wake up only to find yourself in this living Hell again.
You deserve this life.
Yes. You deserve this.
Apparently you were an awful person in your past life and did something horrible. Thats all karma really is. Do better in this life, then you will not have to be this “professional one night stand” on your next go around.
“You, as much as anyone else in the Universe deserves love and respect”….Buddha
I find it beyond the point of confusing to be living amongst a buddhist nation. Temples left and right. People bowing to the statues, making sure they are living a life of peace. Yet even though they believe everyone deserves peace, if one is living in chaos they simply deserve it. They believe there is no way out. I had the chance to start building relationships with a few bar girls. If you ask them what their dream job is, they simply tell you it is to late. When you push the issue they say to work their way up in the bar. (Bar moms do not have to sell themselves). I was blown away when a brief conversation ended with me asking a bar girl what her favorite song was. She simply said, “I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again.” I felt like any words I had left had been ripped out of my chest as I heard her cry for help.
But I serve not a god of karma. I serve a God of grace.
Before we are allowed to go out and build relationships into the street at night, my team prayer walks the red light district. Sometimes we walk past bars that are closed in that we are not allowed to go into at night. These ones really make me sick because of the horror show that happens inside. Live sex shows, stripping, whatever you can imagine. Literally hell behind the black tinted windows glamorized with neon signs.
I spoke to my team mate who has served the red light districts of Thailand before in the city of Puckett. I questioned her about these specific bars, and how do we reach these girls inside. She simply said prayer.
Soon after she told me the story about a specific street of “Go Go” bars and strip joints that were closed for her team. Every day as they prayer walked they stood outside of these places and pleaded for God to do His work inside. A year later- EVERY BAR ON THAT ROAD NO LONGER STANDS! The road was renamed Freedom Street. If God can do that to the bars in Puckett, I know He is just so excited to do that in Chang Mai as well.
Again my team has been overwhelmed by the support we have received to do this ministry from our supporters back in the states… We are completely covered financially, but please continue to cover us with prayer as we enter the bars to shine the light of Christ into these dark places. Our God is on the move.
“…The voice of one crying in the wilderness; “Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight. Every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be made low,
and the crooked shall become straight, and the rough places shall become level ways,
and ALL FLESH shall see the salvation of God.” Luke 3:4-6
