“Hi, my name is Kasey, and I’m with a ministry called 4Sarah that offers resources to women in the industry. I’m calling because I saw your ad online, and we just want to give you a phone number you can call whenever you need support or someone to talk to. Will you take it?”
The kindness and care in Kasey’s rich Southern drawl are genuine and unmistakable. The woman on the other end of the phone accepts the number and Web address, promising that she’ll call if she needs help. Kasey hangs up, a smile of satisfaction on her face.
“And that’s how you do it.”
Simple as that.
Now it’s our turn to call the next girl.
Ministry this month is a little different from what we’ve done in Asia… No kids. No rice. No language barrier.
We’re working with an organization called 4Sarah, Inc. Our contact, Kasey, is the founder. She used to be a dancer in the Atlanta area, but she chose to change her lifestyle when she had her baby girl, Sarah, with her husband.
Sarah is six years old now, a sparkling little blonde firecracker with a mischievous grin.
4Sarah, Inc., has also grown. The organization provides resources for women in the adult entertainment industry. Kasey describes herself as a middleman. Someone comes to her with a need, and she puts that person in contact with someone else who can fulfill the need. The ultimate goal is to see life-change.
Our part in this venture includes outreach opportunities, as well as organizing and logistics. During the day, we are helping Kasey plan a high-heel dash and 5k walk/run event in August to raise awareness about the organization.
In the evenings, we gather together in the conference room where we’re staying to call girls who’ve posted ads online. We intercede constantly. One person dials the number and does the talking, one person records the information, and everyone coats the call in prayer.
It may not seem like we’re doing much, but for one of those girls, 4Sarah’s hotline could be the difference between life and death.
So we press on and keep dialing, through being cussed out and turned down, for the sake of the one girl who saves the number and thanks us for calling her. For not judging her. For caring about her.
Because sometimes, one phone call makes all the difference.
***In other news, I’ve started running every day in Atlanta, and I ran my first 5k this past weekend! One of the other World Race teams is working with NotForSale this month, and they helped organize the Free2Walk event to raise awareness about modern-day slavery in Atlanta and around the world.
