Come Home My Child

Coming out from ministry always grips my heart a little more with God’s heart for the lost. It’s like a realignment back to his perspective when everything and everyone is like a rushing by blur and we lose sight of what is important.

 

Today at the prostitute ministry we didn’t really manage to ‘do’ much – the girls didn’t want to come out to our office for a time of sharing or movie, nor were we able to share with Uncle. We first met Uncle last year in the brothels. He was one of the ‘guards’ there who surprised us with his ability to speak Mandarin, Malay, English, Tamil and who knows what other Chinese dialects. He asked us if we get paid to come and speak to the ladies here and if there was a boss who tells us which brothel to enter that day. I told him that we come here voluntarily and our boss is God, who leads and directs us where to go. He asked further questions and even shared a bit about his past life where he used to be an engineer on a ship. 

 

In December, he came to our Christmas celebration. At that time, he had lost a lot of weight and his job. He said that he was trying to find work at another area in town. 

 

Come May this year, I saw him one day on the streets, and fear just gripped me. He was extremely skinny, so skinny that he looked like the walking dead, his eyes popped out and jaw stuck out with just skin on bone. Obviously he was high on drugs and did not look like he was in his right mind. I quickly walked away. 

 

Last week while visiting the brothels, he came up to us, looking much like his old self again, and commented that we always only talk to the girls and never sit down with the ‘guards’ to talk. We were very surprised to see him. Since we had kind of hit a wall that day where no girls really wanted to talk to us, we sat down and talked to him. He shared more about his life, how in his 20’s he was very successful and traveled the world. Then he started his own business but it failed miserably. He tried again, this time in the illegal market, and things just went down a spiral until today. But he has a dream of starting something up again and he’s just waiting for the right timing. 

 

We left pondering how to shared with him more. Everyone on the street tells us not to waste our time with him and they kind of look down on him because he was well educated yet ended up here. After praying, we just sensed God’s deep love for him, that only God’s love could heal the broken pieces again. 

 

One week later today, I had hoped to share the prodigal son story with him but when we saw another guy with him and he was busy eating, I was afraid that he wouldn’t want to listen and of what the other guy would think of us. So we left.

 

Back at the office, I so wished I had Todd White’s courage to just share and proclaim to whoever is around. He just has that boldness and ‘i-don’t-care-what-u-think-of-me’ spirit. I felt like we could have just sat down and talked to Uncle in spite of everything. After asking God for more courage the next time and not be fearful of men, we headed home. 

 

A blind man walked into the lift and asked us if we could help him cross the street. We ended up walking him to his destination. Along the way, we begun to ask him if he has heard about Jesus. He said that he has a lot of blind friends who are Christians and many of his customers (he is a massage therapist) have shared testimonies of how Jesus spoke audibly to them right before they met with an accident, or their blurred vision was healed miraculously. He sometimes follow them to church but he hasn’t accepted Christ yet. I encouraged and prayed for him for God to reveal Himself to him, just as He did to his customers. 

 

Pondering the day’s events in my mind as I headed home, I saw how tenacious God’s love was for this blind man, that He would send people after people to share Christ with him. My heart was also very thankful that God granted me another chance to be bold and share His love after feeling a little down that I did not do it earlier. And without fail, His love for people gripped my heart once again, that every passer by He calls to come home into the Father’s house.