"Isn't it dangerous to work in the Red Light District; are you ever afraid?"
When faced with these questions I always stumble-trip over emotions and words too complicated to communicate. Then last week, one of my girls asked me, "Mama, what are you afraid of?" And my thoughts crystallized.
Is it dangerous? Every night in the RLD I am in danger of my heart shattering beyond its ability to endure as I watch exploitation happen in real time. Holding in my heart and my hands those beautiful ones who don't know their value... those who after I leave, will be bought and used and discarded, it wrecks me, and it should.
Am I ever afraid? Yes, I am afraid of not living a life worthy of the calling I have received. I am afraid of being passive in the face of injustice. I am afraid of choosing my own comfort over the lost and the wounded and the broken all around me who are aching for freedom.
It is them, those beautiful captives who will one day rise up and fight for the hearts of others. They will demolish strongholds in the heavens and grind their enemies to dust. Their victories will spread across the nations. We may be called to pour out our lives for them to lead them to freedom, but by God's mercy and grace, they will turn and bring healing to the broken and set the hearts of others free.