Sometimes I imagine what hell would be like. Even in my darkest imaginations I cant begin to picture it. Last night we went to the red light district. I’ve now seen first hand hell on earth.
How do you equip your heart and prepare your eyes for something like that? Apparently, you cant. We walked past bar after bar with girls on poles and even looked up and saw a Russian girl who was clearly trafficked dancing in a glass box over a closed bar.
I share my gender with these women but I share something more important than that. These are also my lost sisters. As Christians we are called to walk in boldness. We were given authority over darkness a long time ago. We have to recognize the evil for what it is and call it out. The red light district has lust and anger and greed… as a Christian it’s my duty as a warrior in the Lord’s army to call out those spirits and bind them and release the Holy Spirit in its place.
It was one of the hardest inner turmoils I have ever had when I was walking and seeing white men everywhere. I’m in Thailand. The men here aren’t white. They were American or European or a number of other Caucasian nationalities and you could tell that because some were so bold as to wear shirts with their countries flag on them or sports team. Dads with their teenage sons gawked. I saw multiple couples in the bars watching dancers wives staring complacently as their husbands sinned. Awh hell no! Women were created to be their husbands encouragers in the things of righteousness and to walk along side them in this world to remind them that these bodies are just our earth suits and we are made for more than this. But that’s a serious tangent. At least 5 times I saw families there. A mom and dad with their kids never older than 7 watching dancers. Why is that okay?! Why is any of that okay?? That’s not okay! Hatred filled my heart. I am pissed off that there is supply for crap like this because there is a demand.
Two spirits cant exist in the same place. The hatred inside of me isn’t doing anything productive.
It’s feeding the spirit of evil.
It’s not glorifying to God.
It’s not going get that girl out of the bar.
I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to see any of that again. I’m pissed off and although I’m trying to turn my hatred into righteous anger I am also battling fear.
We’re going back tonight and this time not to just walk by. This time we are going to enter in and talk to some girls and build some relationships. This time we are going to put names to those faces. This time I am going to become friends with a prostitute.
