I wander down the city streets barely able to look around me as flyers for gogo bars and ping pong shows are shoved into my face. Thirty bars line the streets, each with a different name but the same game-cheap beer and cheap women. I say women, when in fact they are barely women-early twenties mostly. Places where women can be rented for the hour, day, week or even forever depending on the need. They are treated like a piece of property, not someone who has feelings or even a soul. On the outside they are smiling, laughing and even appear to have a good time. Yet, if you look into their eyes you can tell that this is not true. Inside they are lost, lonely and craving intimacy; a void is trying to be filled when it cannot be filled. They think that there is no other means of money, and often this is true. But they long to be rescued from this place, from this hell on earth.
I cannot describe the emptiness and sadness that is felt as I look around this city. There are so many lost men and women. It is hard to not look around at every man and judge them, and to think that I know why they are there. Not every man is there for the same reason, some are just tourist. But in a land filled with evilness I cannot help think that. If only they knew how to really fill the void in their hearts-it is not through sex and a good time; it is through God and God alone. My heart breaks for the people, yet, I know that God is the God of this city and the God of these people, and he will conquer it. Greater things are yet to be done in this city and I am glad that I can bring some light into it. The women will come to understand their worth-they are the beloved children of God, a part of the royal priesthood. All they have to do is believe, something that is so simple yet so difficult when all you see is darkness and lonliness.
