… a flesh market …

As I enter into the following story, I am confronted with these different colour T-shirts categorizing which ethnic group you belong to.  I was taken back by what Paul was sharing with the congregation yesterday before singing “I Stand In Awe” – “Think of someone you have in mind whom you want to sing this song together with”.  Now I think of all these colour T-shirt girls. 

“One evening this past week, we visited a flesh market – (not like dirty Svay Pak) – but a “luxury” hotel with cool marble floors, a neon sign, and the veneer of class and opulence. Once inside the marbled foyer, we took the stairs at the back to the second floor. There we walked right into the market place of beautiful, well groomed young women. Just like an aquarium – the girls sat behind glass in groups, like pods of fish. There were girls in purple shirts (Chinese); probably 60 girls in gold (Khmer) – and then others in blue (Vietnamese). Each girl was numbered. This was no game show – it was a market. $6.00 for this activity – $8.00 for that and $10.00…the sky’s the limit. Sitting on chairs looking back at us, some girls were disinterested, dead to this charade – some looked back with calculating eyes…what would they want with me? What would the outcome be? Would I be black and blue afterwards? Would I be on a pornographic website with those two? Will they ruin me or will they be kind? Other girls looked back with eyes that said “Don’t pick me – I am not someone you want – overlook me – it’s ok if you don’t pick me”. And some girls held hands – like protective best friends would do on the playground facing a bully. That was the thing that hurt me the most. They reminded me of my daughters. It disturbed me terribly. In fact, the entire experience in that place made me feel, for the first time in my life, like a freaky predator. I felt fear and loathing from the girls. And, I felt a total guttural disgust towards the arrogant men lounging on soft, leather sofas, drinking their drinks, shopping for a warm body to master. To study the trade in human flesh I had to know this side of things.”

Father God, may your gospel be known to them, most of all, may you use me to bring Your gospel to them.  At the start of this week, You give me a vision of looking into these girls and allow them to grab a piece of my heart.   Psalm 67 comes to mind as I worship you this morning.  Let Your Words overwhelms the above as we pray in Your name.  Amen. 

May God be gracious to us and bless us
       and make his face shine on us—

    2 so that your ways may be known on earth,
       your salvation among all nations.

    3 May the peoples praise you, God;
       may all the peoples praise you.

    4 May the nations be glad and sing for joy,
       for you rule the peoples with equity
       and guide the nations of the earth.

    5 May the peoples praise you, God;
       may all the peoples praise you.

    6 The land yields its harvest;
       God, our God, blesses us.

    7 May God bless us still,
       so that all the ends of the earth will fear him.


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