Serious but not open. It is part of the underground human trafficking that takes place away from the public eye. Unfortunately, it is believed that if a man with AIDS has sex with a virgin, their disease will be cured. This lie from Satan fuels the industry even more. Madam’s and Pimps who sell these children will sew the child back up in just a few days after seeing their first customer only to sell them again as a “virgin”. This will happen over and over again till too much damage has been done, and then they are used as a regular prostitute.
We heard of this horror, but never thought we would encounter it.
It was my second night on Bangla Road. I was with my squad mates Catherine and Monica heading past bars, pole dancers, and bystanders. I was trying to tune out the madness to hear God’s voice to whom He was leading us to talk to. All of a sudden Catherine stopped abruptly and wouldn’t move. “Look.”, she said. Right in front of us was a Western man about 65ish holding the hand of a little Thai girl. She had to be but 7, maybe 8. I felt my stomach turn. She had darker skin, long black hair put up in pig tales, she was wearing a pink dress, and had little pink gladiator shoes on. She held this man’s hand submissively not saying a word. There was something odd about the whole situation. She was too perfectly put together. The child even carried herself differently, almost like a women, almost as if her innocence was gone, stolen. We looked at each other and without saying a word started to follow this man. He ended up taking the girl in front of a pole dancing stage right in the middle of the street. A Lady Boy and woman were dancing if you would like to call it that. They flashed the audience and were dancing in provocative movements that caused a large crowd to gather staring motionless. The crowd was filled with tourists, women holding their children, couples holding hands, men drinking beers. And in the midst of all this was that little girl, holding that man’s hand, standing there motionless. The man picked up on us three girls watching him. It was bizarre because not one person gave a second glance to the unseen child standing there. The man stared right at me, and I couldn’t turn my gaze from him. I wanted him to know, “I see you, I know what you’re doing.” He became uncomfortable looking and eventually walked out of the crowd. I felt like an undercover spy… “what am I doing?” I kept thinking. We hurried off to follow the little girl. “Should we talk to him? Do you think we can stop him? What do we do?” We all had so many questions, but no peace to intervene. An older woman walked indiscreetly behind them. If you didn’t pay close attention, you would have missed the words that were exchanged. She faded back in to the crowd as the two of them continued on. He walked off Bangla Road and turned right. “That’s where the hotels are!” Ugh, my stomach couldn’t take it. He kept looking back at us, but his pace didn’t change. It was getting darker; I could feel it in my soul. Catherine said, “We need to turn around. I have a bad feeling about where we are.” I was furious. “I have to say something whether its right or wrong!” But as we turned around, they were gone. We lost him. After an hour of following them, they were gone. I felt defeated. I felt sick. We walked back to the nearby Starbucks where we have people constantly interceding while we are on the streets. We prayed. I cried. I couldn’t get that man’s face out of my head.
All of a sudden, peace swept over me. I knew that that man could out run me, but not my God. God had that little girl in his hands. This moment taught me the power of prayer. Our prayers were shifting the supernatural realms around us. A prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective!
That little child was our divine appointment. We were sent to pray for her. We were sent to see her when no one else cared, when no one else saw. We fought right up to the gates of hell for that precious baby girl the whole time with prayer.
