I haven’t felt like doing much lately. Blogging has
definitely been at the top of the list.
I’m not going to lie; it’s been an exhausting month. It’s
been tiring physically, from the late nights, the heat and the humidity, and
spiritually and emotionally, from engaging in battle, night after night. We hit
the ground running, going out to the bars soon after we arrived here at SHE
ministries. I didn’t even fully understand what we were doing till our third night
bar hopping in Patong.
It’s all been said before. What more can I add to the
vast cloud of information out there about the commercial sex trade in Thailand?
What more can I say about the women who sell their bodies because they don’t
see any other options for supporting themselves and their children? And what
more can I say about the men who go to these bars, seeking to satiate a deep-rooted
hunger with a flimsy imitation of love and affection? There are quite a few
extremely well-written blogs you could read about all that. This isn’t one of
them.
Though this has been unlike anything I’ve ever done or
experienced in real life, it all still boils down to the same thing it has
every month before this. Love.
The kind of love that came down to die and conquer the
grave so that we can be redeemed and restored to our intended glory.
The kind of love that calls us out of our deep slumber to
see that there is a war for souls that is going on all around us.
The kind of love that enters into the devil’s playground
to take back what was stolen – precious lives.
The kind of love that buys some time with a woman with
water and sodas so that they can be treated with dignity, love and respect; so
that they can see that another way of life is possible.
The kind of love that looks people in the eye and smiles to let them know that they are people of immense worth.
The kind of love that always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
The kind of love that never fails.
