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Bangkok is crying, and so are we

I’m in Thailand, hearing the World Racers’ stories from the past month. They’ve seen awful things; as a discipler, my job is to help them process through these experiences, mourn with them when necessary, and help them (help myself) understand why these kinds of things happen. Here’s a story f…
By Seth Barnes
By Seth Barnes

I’m in Thailand, hearing the World Racers’ stories from the past month. They’ve seen awful things; as a discipler, my job is to help them process through these experiences, mourn with them when necessary, and help them (help myself) understand why these kinds of things happen.


Here’s a story from Amanda Dums from earlier this month:

I look over at the clock. One hour. One hour before we leave to go
again on an outreach to the Nana District of Bangkok. A fierce
resistance rises in me-I don’t want to go. I hate it. Even now, the pit
in my stomach and the lump in my throat tell me this is not what I want
to do. The tears streaming down my face and the cry of my heart can’t
be stopped.

These girls. These precious little girls. 13 maybe 14 years old. Babies, just babies!

Molested. Raped. Forced against their will by huge ugly men. I see
him walking down the street holding hands with what looks like a 9 year
old Thai girl.

He meets my eyes and quickly looks away dropping her
hand and quickening his step. He knows it’s wrong. He knows it and yet…


it will happen again tonight.

The hour is drawing drastically near. I’m sure the girls feel it now
too. Once again, time to get dressed up; put on the high heels and the
make-up…the dreaded, dark night is soon approaching.

Trying to put
myself in their shoes a bit rakes me with fear. They’re just scared
little girls in the glitz and glamour of neon lights and go-go shows. I walked that street. I saw their sullen faces, the only light in their eyes coming from the glow of the fluorescent lights.

Desolate.
Dark. Lonely.
Ashamed. Scared.

Forced into this ungodly routine night after night. They have
perfected it; they know what their customers want. I see them as they
spy a potential patron passing by and as they pull out the charms to
seduce and entice them to come in to their particular bar. I know what
I used to think of these types of women.

…Seductress! Knows what she’s doing and likes doing it too. Gives her power and she wants power. This game was made for her…

But now I’m really watching. I see her as she sits back down on an
outdoor barstool with one hand propped up against her head. She is not
happy. She doesn’t want to do this. Deep inside there’s a cry in her as
well. But tonight is not the time for tears. Tonight is a work night.
She must put on her “work” face, just as she put on her “work” clothes
and painted up her face as a facade of reality.

Reality comes though, like it has now in the quiet alone moments
when you’re really allowed to think. She knows what’s going to happen
tonight as much as I do. I try not to think about it, but I can’t help
it. The tears give me away. I can’t just let it pass.

I too will walk into Nana District tonight against my will. I don’t
want to see the things I know I will see. I don’t want to hear the
repulsive stories and see the men and walk the filthy streets of Nana-I
don’t.

But I am working too. My job is to be a living sacrifice and to be the hands and feet of
Jesus and I can’t do that by staying in tonight.

I
must go. I will be a
light here in this dark place. I brush away the tears and blow my nose, take a deep breath and look up… Jesus, show me the way.

Here am I Lord. Send me.

Comments (2)

  • Pat (Michelle’s Mom)

    Seth
    Thank you so much for being there now for the WR’s! I know it has been so difficult for all of them this month and they will need you.
    Please love on them for us back home!

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