Today, Karen and I are leaving for Thailand. We leave the country tonight, so please pray that we would get plenty of rest on the plane and hit the ground running. We’re going to debrief the World Racers from the emotional and spiritual battles that have been waged over young girls captive to the sex slave industry. I will be hearing many stories like this one below from Mallorie Miller. The names have been changed to protect these girls:
I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.
I can’t do this.
can’t do this.
I spent the morning emotional and angry, rethinking the night before.
hate working here [at the bar]. I have to go with every man that calls
for me. But my parents are sick and I need to pay the doctors…” I had received word
that thirteen-year-old Erica, who had been brought out of the bar
life, had run away from the safehouse the night before.
On the streets,
she was attacked, beaten, and raped. She is back at the safehouse, more
broken and ashamed than ever…
We had walked around a hotel lobby known
for having trafficked women available to rent. The lobby was teeming
They stared at me, asking with their eyes, “Are you for sale?” I wanted to throw up on the marble tile. I watched the women.
What are your stories? What horrors have you known? How did you end up here, and what is the fear that holds you captive?
I paced my room at the base. My mind was racing; my spirit was restless. I just wanted to
something! I searched the room for something to throw against the wall,
and then my spirit found the prayer to express the desperation. I paced my room at the break. I needed to break something.
TO BREAK SOMETHING! My God! Mighty Rescuer! Break something in the
spiritual realm. Something has to change! All I know at the core of my
being is that it can’t stay like this! This kingdom cannot stand!
I want to tell
these girls that You are going to rescue them.
“Save them from violent
men. Reach down from on high and take hold of them; draw them out of
deep waters.” But are You?!? Are You going to rescue them?
systematic oppression is relentless, and the darkness is overwhelming.
My spirit can’t breathe. I know you hate this more than I do, so what
do You want to do about it? I don’t see You here. I can’t see anything!
Then it hit me. I saw myself
standing on the sea in the middle of a raging storm. My head was
spinning. The wind was whipping me back and forth, and the waves were
looming over my head. I was sinking.
And then I saw Your hand. Reaching out to me. I heard the gentle, loving whisper:
My love, why so little faith?
Now, faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
Lord, help me. Help me to hope. Help me to be certain of You. This afternoon, I stood on the rooftop and screamed, “My God! Come down here! We need You here! Bring Your Kingdom to this place!” Then the still, small voice spoke to me:
My Kingdom is in you.
Rob Bell says in
Velvet Elvis, “Why blame the dark for being dark? It is far more helpful to ask why the light isn’t as bright as it could be.”
Could it be that when we’re waiting on God to do something, He’s waiting on us? Can you
spirit lives in you. I have given you prophecy. Now go unlock those
girls. I have given you discernment. Now follow me into the storm. I am
the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Now go breathe life into the dead. I
AM love. Reveal me. I am giving you faith. Now, come…
Walk on water.