Love’s House


Haunted. That is exactly what Christian Dunn felt when he awoke in a cold sweat. He had been dreaming, but it was all too real. Could he even call it dreaming? It was a nightmare! After two weeks he still could not shake the look in those eyes.

Chris had been in India on a mission trip. Posing as customers, he and a friend infiltrated one of the brothels that was planned to be raided. Nothing could have prepared him for what he had seen there. Girls and women of all ages – some couldn’t have been more than eight years old were sitting there. All of them had a lifeless look in their eyes. The unmentionable horrors they had endured had killed their spirit. It broke his heart to see such injustice. He was sickened by the sight of it all. Just as much, he was disgusted at himself. To pose as the very thing he hated – a man that victimized these girls and women for cheap pleasure, made him sick to his stomach.

There was one girl in particular – she couldn’t have been more than ten years old. Dressed in her finery, her eyes were unlike the others. She must have been new to the brothel because there was still a spark in her eyes – there was still life in her eyes instead of the hollowness that was found in the others. The other girls did nothing more than glance at the men when they had come in. But this girl, she was different. Somehow she stood out amongst the others.

The women and girls did not have names. They had been stripped of their names when they were brought there. Whether they had been picked up or sold by their own families or had come on their own accord – they were not called by names, they each had a number – A number because they were not be human enough for a name for the unspeakable things that were done to them on a daily basis. Number 126 stared out at them. Her eyes held the truth of the shameful acts that she was forced into, but they also held onto a thread of hope that she could be rescued. She hadn’t given up yet. As she looked at Christian and Drew her eyes were hard as if to say, You won’t break me. After a moment or two though, they softened. The girl must have realized that they were not there to hurt her. They were not like other men. How she picked up on that, neither were sure. But in a moment the look in her eyes changed as if to beg them,help me! Save me!

 As Chris and Drew left the brothel, both had heavy spirits for the terrors that went on in that place. They felt disgusted at the fact that they even acted as customers for such a place. They prayed as they walked back to the camp. The night after tomorrow, there would be a raid on the brothel that they had visited. The women and girls would go free and be moved to a home which the team had just finished building weeks earlier.

Love’s House – it was called. Their theme verse was found in 1 Corinthians 13, “Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails.” In this home the rescued victims would be taught to read and write with the word of God. They also had a ministry to counsel the victims of the sex trafficking that they had lived through. Each woman would be taught a skill to live on. It was a nine month program and worth every penny put into it, every hour spent working on it, and every life that was changed by it.

Many who worked in the home were volunteers and several were women who had previously been brought through the program who had found such a miraculous healing in Jesus that penetrated deep into the soul. The once hardened, lifeless eyes were now bright and hopeful and filled with purpose. She always had a smile and was the first to share her testimony with the new girls.

Healing hadn’t come easy for her. Mitali’s very mother was the woman who ran the brothel and she gone and sold her off to another. After being sent away to another town in India, Mitali had to learn to adjust to life in the brothel. In her heart she daily dealt with the hurt that her mother had sold her into this life – her very own mother. She could not understand the rejection. The pain of it stung deep inside her heart. But one thing that Mitali had learned over the course of her short life and with her time in the brothels – you had to do whatever it took to survive. That meant numbing yourself from all experiences. You had to become dead because to live hurt. To live meant not only the pain, but shame and emotions too raw and too powerful to even put a name to. She thought she had reached that place of a rock-hardened soul – then she was rescued. It didn’t happen in a moment, but it was a process. But it happened . And it was in Love’s House that she discovered what true love really is – and WHO true love is. It was here she met Love Himself – Jesus.

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This is a fictional story containing very true events. This happens many times. Please get plugged in and help save these girls. Give them a chance to meet Love. 

 

Cyber-Sex Trafficking


I had drafted another post for today, until this hit my e-mail. Please read this article on Cyber-Sex Trafficking. The story itself is incredible. It is unbelievable what is happening all over the globe – and down our very streets.

Be a voice this week!

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Your Life For the Gospel


“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.” – Jim Elliot.

What do you burn for?

What in your life gives eternal value? 

You never know when your last day is. Are you prepared to lay down your life for what you claim to believe? Do you really burn for the gospel? Are you truly passionate about God, or are you in love with your religion?

The gospel will be an offense…persecution will come and persist, and in a paradox, instead of dying out, this will cause an uproar and a move of God – it will come out of the persecution.

Your life for the gospel – a life that makes sense in eternity. I life lived for God.

What burdens and burns in your heart?

My life for the gospel looks like invading the low and dark places that only the broken and shame are found. The victims, the abused, the prostitutes, the emotionally devastated, the hopeless, the runaway, the lost, the disillusioned, those who no longer see their priceless worth after being stripped down to what they see as nothing, the hurting – the broken women.

My life for the gospel looks like living the unloved and battered women and girls. To reach out and rescue the ones from which innocence has been torn away.

My life for the gospel looks like reaching into the dark places of a broken soul for the light the enemy has tried so desperately to steal from them.

My life for the gospel brings a restoration to the broken and a recognition of redemption. It brings hope.

What does your life for the gospel look like? What burdens your heart? Where can you make a difference? 

Beautiful Slave


Take No Glory has written a song that captures the horrors of trafficking. Please take 5 minutes to listen to this song.

Beautiful Slave by Take No Glory

I don’t know where I am
They’ve taken all that I had
Smuggled in for a lucrative trade
Beaten, bartered
Broken in, until I obey.
I used to be childlike,
Innocent and safe;
Now I’m someone else’s treasure
A strangers pleasure
Smothered in shame.
Succumbed with drugs.

But Im not numb

All I feel is pain
Is this all a dream?
Will I ever be the same?

Can anyone hear me?
Will anyone break these chains?
Who will free me?
From this dark place?
Does God see me?
What is His name?
Will He help me?
I’m just a beautiful slave.

My worst fear is my fate
I’m getting older each day
Every girl too old in years
Mysteriously just disappears
They never mention her name.

They take away piece by piece
I don’t think I have any left
I’ve slowly given up all hope
Given into this sleepless bed

Inside these bars
I feel so seared
By each new face
How could this ever be
Every memory be erased?

He can hear you
He’s seeking you,
He wants to heal you
Jesus knows the real you

Jesus Loves The Little Children
All The Children Of World
Red & Yellow, Black & White
Theyre Precious In His Sight
Jesus Loves The Little Children Of The World
Hes Got The Whole World In His Hands

Send up a prayer for those enslaved tonight.

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Somebody’s Daughters…


SomebodysDaughtersLast night as I was going to bed my thoughts and prayers went up for the girls and the women who are trafficking victims and prostitutes. My thoughts were haunted by the blank depths that were found in the eyes of those I have crossed paths with. Their eyes are a black hole – as if no life is behind them. The longer they live the life (if you can call it that) they do, they withdraw everything of who they are within, becoming more and more distant. Survival is the goal, but even then there are so many days death seems better.

Broken. Weary. Violated. Trapped.

And these are somebody’s daughters!

Perhaps they once knew a loving family and had friends or a pet?

Maybe they had a job or went to school?

Maybe they had a hard life and then it hit even harder.

Promises broken. Dreams shattered. Life as they knew it – Gone.

Branded. Sold. A strangers pleasure.

Yet, she’s somebody’s daughter.

Be a voice. Educate yourself. Rescue these girls.

What if this were your daughter?

 

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Success is…


This is a response inspired by Mary DeMuth’s post on measuring success. Mary’s post made me think about what my definition of success is. This is what I came up with:

SuccessDefinition

Success is: knowing that at the end of the day, what you exchanged a day of your life for made a difference in the Kingdom.

That picture is from my first missions trip a few years back to New York City. I went expecting to change and to bless lives; I came back changed and blessed. Something that really hit me while in New York was the stark contrast between the rich city life and just a few blocks away the poor neighborhoods. There is basically no middle class. You either have or you don’t.

The girl in the picture touched my heart in such a way I can’t express. Our first day on the streets we got to spend with a group of kids in an extremely run-down neighborhood.  The kids were so excited when our group came. We spent the whole day with them. I wish it could have been the whole week. It took just moments to fall in love with these kids! Many of them cried when we had to leave.

This is where I learned just how love makes all the difference in the world. This girl, Breanna, she touched my heart – even now, I still pray for her. I know that my day with her made a difference in her life – it made a difference in the Kingdom.

How do you define success? Can you tell of a time when you  have you been successful?

 

2013 – More to Be!


Nothing says “Happy New Year!” like cleaning out my room and diving in to years of memories! A chore that shouldn’t have taken me more than an hour ended up taking me the better part of the day…and part of the evening as well. Today, on this first day of 2013, I again walked through the years that have led me to where I am.

MemoriesI got to watch myself grow up through years of journal entries and pictures and letters – all of which acting as triggers releasing a flood of memories. Memories allow us to re-live where we’ve been. Some of those things made me smile, and others made me laugh. And still yet, there were some that brought a tug of sorrow to my heart; circumstances and things that have happened that I may never understand fully, and that even now I wish had not come to pass, but have taught me something today.

Upon looking back to those times, I realize that the sorrow in the loss of those things is proof that there was a love in it all. It is a loss because it was loved. I am thankful for all those things that have been loved and lost because they show just how precious each day is. Treasure the people in your life, you never know how long they will be there. When things are good, thank God. When circumstances become hard, thank God that this too will pass and for the beauty that He will graciously bring out of it.

2012 was an incredible year of growth filled with adventures and little blessings. In 2013, I see more to be. My personal challenge is to live each day embracing fully what God has given in it.

“This is the day that the Lord has made, let us  rejoice and be glad in it.”  Psalm 118:24 

What are some of your favorite memories and how do they impact your life today? In what way will you challenge yourself each day this year?

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