It was really easy to hate those men visiting walking street. It was easy to give them the meanest looks. It was absolutely heartbreaking to see how they treated the girls. Made me want to go up and punch them in the face to be honest with you. But for some reason, on our last night, I wasn’t afraid of them. I didn’t hate them, they were just people who suffered and had problems just like me. Who am I to say I’m any better than them if I lie or gossip. It’s all the same in Gods eyes. Now that’s hard to swallow. God loves those men the same way he loves you and I.
So I got up from the booth I was sitting in and walked up to a younger guy. The look on his face when he turned to see a little white American girl saying “hey what’s up man, how are you?” was absolutely priceless. This dude even took a step back and took a double take. He was from New York, a retired marine.
I met a German man who was absolutely confused on why we were there. I told him all about wipe every tear and how we were getting girls out of the bars and into school. He was dumbfounded. He then proceeded to ask me how the girls were going to provide for their family if we took them away from their job. He knew exactly why these girls were working there, and he still abused them.
After awhile, a few men waved me over and asked what I was doing there. I told them and gave them our card. They even said that it was great what we were doing. WHAT. Hold up. Do you understand the MAGNITUDE of that. Men. There for a sex vacation. Are telling me they’re happy we’re getting girls out of bars and into schools. Wait. They have a heart? Sam, a middle aged retired navy seal from California has a heart and hoped for these girls just like I do? I’m confused.
We joked about the weather comparison with California and Oregon and even debated a little bit of what state was best. This guy encouraged me in what we were doing. How does that even make sense? After I left the bar, I ran into Sam and his friends outside on the street. He waved at me and said “Hey Kaylin!” I shouted “Hey Sam!” right back.
Scary.
I made friends with the men sex trafficking women. There’s no worldly reason why I should’ve ever done that. Why I shouldn’t have just given them the dirtiest looks. Why didn’t I just shame them for what they were doing? How was I not angry at them for abusing girls the same age as me? IT WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE. And I just loved them.
I’m convinced, and correct me if I’m wrong, but it was Jesus. The Jesus in me just loved those men. I could’ve never done it, just me and my flesh, there’s no way. Normally I would’ve been
SO angry at those men. So angry. But I wasn’t.
THESE MEN COMING TO THE BARS ARE SO LOST. THEY HAVE SO MUCH DARKNESS IN THEM. They’ve got addiction and lust and who knows what else chaining them down. So many men from America, in fact most of the men were from America. I talked to a man from Germany and two from Australia. And then 9 from America. Jesus showed up to more men then girls through me that night. Jesus looks at those men and says those are my little boys. Those are my kids. And he says to us “Help your brother and sisters. Let’s free your siblings. Don’t hate them. Love them, because that’s what’s going to give them the freedom I have.”
Now I’m just going to brag a bit on the men I get to do life with here on the race. First of all they BLEW me away in this ministry. They came ready to fight. I’ve NEVER seen more respectful men in my life. The men there on vacation stripped those women with their eyes. And our men clothed them with dignity and strength and respect. Not once did we ever see one of our guys look at a girl in any way other then as a sister. They wanted those girls to be as free as we did. There wasn’t a time when the boys weren’t either dancing on stage as a distraction to the men or talking and pouring into the women there.
At one point, after THREE HOURS of non-stop dancing in a club called Dollhouse, there wasn’t a single man in the crowd anymore. YES. I leaned over to one of the guys and said “Hey, you can take a break! You don’t have to keep dancing it’s okay, nobody’s even in here.” And he replied with ” I can’t stop dancing, because when I do, those girls have to start dancing again and the men will come back in. Not happening.” HE STAYED UP THERE UNTIL THE FREAKING CLUB CLOSED. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. OUR BOYS. OUR MEN, FIGHTING SO HARD FOR THE FREEDOM OF THESE GIRLS WHEN OTHER MEN ARE STUCK IN THE SLAVERY OF IT. wow. freeing. so good. So thankful to Jesus that I get to know and be friends with men who follow after Christ’s own heart.
–Kaylin
