Cristina in Thailand

Tuesday.

I don’t really know what to say. Pictures will be easier to understand than the words I am writing. I’m not sure what I feel, if I feel anything extreme, and I know that sounds awful, but I don’t feel hatred nor an overwhelming sense of grief either. My heart does ache for these girls who walk the dirty, sewage scented streets, and my heart does ache for the men who chase after them, but am I crying myself to sleep? No. The only way I can explain how I feel is that there is a peace not known to man. A peace that proves God is working in what seems like a God forsaken place, a place where Satan has clearly made himself comfortable, this place he calls home.

a "lady boy" (transgender)

To be quite frank, prostitution is everywhere. Literally. You can’t escape it. It’s on the streets during the day, like a plague at night, on the way to the train station, at the train station, at Starbucks, McDonalds, it’s in the advertisement and stores you pass by, it’s a way of life. It is thrown in your face and you can’t escape it and even if you could, you’re now surrounded by the many homeless people who live on the sidewalks you walk on, to find your Thai women. Talk about heartbreak. 

It truly is a humbling experience because before Christ I was no different than the men and women who flock and beg on the streets, blinded by my own desires and selfish wants. And maybe this is why I am neither angry nor wallowing in pity, because I have hope. Hope that Jesus can save all these people. 

Our Christmas party is tomorrow night (your Wednesday morning) and Thursday night (your Thursday morning). I am excited to see how many girls attend. Please pray that God opens the hearts and eyes of these young ladies, so they can also experience how great our God is.