I was dancing in the street when our eyes met. It was as if she was carrying this enormous burden and suddenly chose me to share it with. The moment I finished my last majestic arm movements, I whirled around to find her. Although we had never met, she threw her arms around my neck and asked if I could come to hear her story. We sat on a nearby pile of dirt as she wept and began to pour her heart out to me.
Nearly a quarter of a century ago I was serving as a #missionarymomma in Olongapo. Our goal was to share the love of the Lord with the young women living in the red light district. At that time the local government required prostitutes to have a clean health card. The women would go to a local clinic twice monthly where health checks were completed and cards verified. This process was to help prevent the spread of disease. We ministered via dance and song at the clinics during the day and on the streets at night.
The sweet young girl, weeping before me was but 19 years old. She had a baby boy who she saw only on occasion as her lifestyle was not conducive for raising a child. As she wept, she told me that she despised herself for what she was doing, but that someday she would earn enough money and break free to have a normal life with her son.
-This is an excerpt from a recent article I wrote for the Women’s Bible Cafe. To see more please click here: The Women’s Bible Cafe
“When you read the Bible, you must think that here and now God is speaking with me.”
Dietrich Bonhoeffer –