Should Prostitution Be Legal?

  I was reading an article lately regarding prostitution, and the majority of the comments below were of the mindset that it's: two "consenting" adults, so what's the harm? That legalizing prostitution would provide "protection" for sex workers, and would promote women's health, etc., etc. All of which are extremely ignorant, and flat out false statements.

  Now these are just my thoughts, based on the research I've done, the stories I've heard from women who have experience in the sex industry, who have come out of it, and men who have solicited sex...

  Advocates for legalizing prostitution argue that prostitution is a "victimless crime." I know first-hand that it's not! The history of sexual abuse at a young age is rampant among women and men who work in the sex industry. It is in no way two "consenting" adults. It is one adult who most likely has experienced unspeakable abuse and trauma that has groomed them for this kind of work. And another adult who think it's okay to use someone else's body for their instant gratification, as long as they throw some money at it. Not to mention the violence and abuse they face while working. As we recognized in the Green River Killer, these women are viewed as valueless, disposable, worthless. You can do what you want with them for your own benefit and pleasure, and then you can throw them away. 

  Legalizing prostitution would only increase sex trafficking, which is modern-day slavery, which is exploitation. There's a reason we criminalized slavery long ago. It is a violation of human right to be able to purchase someone else's body to do with it what you want.

  Legalizing prostitution sends a message that it's okay to cheat on your wife, use a person's body for your own personal satisfaction, and as long as you "purchase" a person, you are free to make them do what you want.

  Legalizing prostitution would actually spread disease. That one's not too hard to figure out.

  Legalizing prostitution sends a message that a woman's value and worth are only in what she can do with her body. What message would we be sending our children? We would be teaching our young men that they can demand sexual favors as long as they front some cash, while encouraging our young women that they can devalue themselves by using their bodies for sex (because isn't that the only thing it's good for anyway?) And who knows what the ripple effects would be for the next generation. Increase in promiscuity, sexually transmitted diseases, violence... 

  Aside from the moral values I hold against legalizing prostitution - like sex being an intimate act which should only be between two people, not multiple men in the same night, or with one random stranger and then your wife later that night - no loving father would ever say of his daughter that he wouldn't mind if she chose prostitution as a profession. And no woman who knows her true value and worth, would ever think of prostitution as a viable option.

  I came across an interesting site about the pro's and con's of legalizing prostitution. A handful of the quotes from either side are from women formerly involved in prostitution. To me, it seems the "pro" side made weak arguments. What do you think?

  I would love to talk with anyone who would argue that prostitution should be legal. I personally know quite a few women who are in, or have come out of the sex industry, who would argue quite differently, and more convincingly, for that matter.

A Love For The Broken

  I remember my first night on outreach. We didn't see any girls out working. But what we did see affected me even more than the typical "pimp / girl" scene that I was expecting.

There were so. many. men.

  I think there must have been dozens within a 2-hour span. Driving by, slowing down, peering out their car window, sometimes even motioning for us. Almost all of them multiple times. I came home that night fighting the temptation to hate them. Then fighting fear that this work would make me bitter towards all men. Prayer seemed like the most appropriate thing to do right then, so that's what I did. I prayed for my heart, and I prayed for them. I still pray for them when we're out on the streets, and we watch them slow down next to us, sometimes even park and wait to see if we'll approach (obviously we don't!). And sometimes they'll even approach us. (Stupid on their part, in my opinion). I fully believe in justice, and I will stand and fight for laws that will continue to protect the girls and criminalize the men. I also personally know men who have themselves bought sex, visited a strip club, watched porn, or have in some way contributed to the sex industry, who are now living fully redeemed lives through the grace of God and the blood of Jesus. While sometimes, I still fight feelings of hatred and disgust towards the men, I am also reminded of the time where I was once lost, rebellious, and sinful (uhh, and still am!) and Jesus took my pitiful, broken life and turned it into something beautiful. While we are certainly not out on the streets for the men, I know that it is possible for God to reach down and grab them from the muck and mire they're in, and save them from themselves. The men are trapped in another form of slavery, and God is continuing to soften my heart towards them. They are broken too, as I once was. As we all were until Jesus found us, rescued us, and freed us. His heart breaks for them as it does for the girls. And YES, He gets angry at injustice, and He WILL punish and avenge for the sins committed against the innocent. But His heart is ultimately for them to worship God, and our job is to love - which sometimes just means pray. Hate the sin. Love the broken. 

John 4:10 - "This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins."

v. 19 - "We love because he first loved us." 

Hope & Peace.

  This work is so hard, yet it is rewarding. To be able to build relationships with the girls on the street is probably one of the hardest things I have ever done. The emotional ups and downs of relationship... the patient building of trust, and discernment that it takes to speak into their lives. I am continually finding my hope in Jesus, because if I try to do this work on my own, I am screwed.I find peace in Him, knowing that even if I do mess up, there is grace, and ultimately, He is in control. My only hope is that by His grace, I will continue to be faithful, and discerning, and through His work in me, there will be fruit. I am relentless in praying for salvation and freedom for these girls, and have the faith that it will be accomplished. I've witnessed it myself! I've seen girls come into relationship with Jesus, leave the life, be enveloped by the family of God. That alone is worth all of the emotional, mental, physical, and spiritual attack that this work brings. I long for my eternal home, where there will be no pain, suffering, or death... but until then, I will continue to "fight the good fight," having hope and peace in Jesus.

Called To Intercede

  Is there ever a time when someone comes to your mind who you haven't thought of in awhile, and you're not sure why you are thinking of them then? I kind of wonder if that isn't the Holy Spirit prompting us to pray for that particular person, at that particular time.

  Working with girls on the streets has caused me to rely on God in a different way than I've had to before. In a way that I imagine Moses' mother must have had to trust that God had a plan for her son, and she trusted Him enough to let her infant take a ride down a river in hopes that he would be safe. She ultimately entrusted him to God, not knowing what would happen to her baby. 

  There are certain areas of certain streets that will trigger a memory of a girl we've seen/talked to/prayed for, and whenever I pass those places, I pray for those girls, entrusting them to Jesus, taking comfort in the fact that He is pursuing them when I can't, He loves them more than I ever could, and He is the only one who can ultimately rescue them. I am grateful for knowing those girls exist because I know I am called to intercede for them.

Choices

  To preface this post: this was hard to write. 

  Working on the streets with those involved in prostitution, I can't help but be grieved by the decisions some of them make. I struggle with the tension we are compelled by - knowing the "choices" they are making, yet recognizing the darkness they are trapped in.

  There are so, so many complexities that contribute to how one ends up in prostitution*. Abuse and neglect (usually at a very young age) are just some of the heartbreaking stories that hide behind those who walk the "track." It's no wonder that a distorted view of love, family, and safety can produce such a devastating lifestyle. Not to mention a pimp who controls and watches their every move, and the constant fear they live in. But then there are times when I think, "she could leave if she wanted to. We're offering her a new life! Why wouldn't she take it?" It always baffles me when a stranger's car is perceived as a better option. The truth is, when you are living in darkness, the decisions you make are not clearly seen. But as one girl who had been in the life for 16 years told me, "You don't leave the life until you're ready. Nobody convinces you to do it. Something happens, or you're just ready to leave. You have to be ready." My thought always is: hopefully, that moment won't come all too late.

  I am continually learning how to love and serve these women we come into contact to, and strive to be a person of trust and safety for them, in a world that has not been trustworthy or remotely safe. My goal is for them to meet Jesus, find new life in Him, and walk in the light.





*While there are undoubtedly cases of kidnapping for the purpose of sex trafficking, a majority of those we meet are runaways, or come from abusive/neglectful/broken homes, are domestically trafficked, and were recruited through a local mall, school, or even their own neighborhood.

Redeeming Valentine's Day

It's Valentine's Day, ladies and gentlemen! (As if you didn't already know. I mean, I knew Whitney died within minutes of it being announced just because of Facebook. I'm going to assume that, if you 1) have a Facebook, and 2) don't live under a rock, you are well aware that it is Valentine's Day.)

  I have never liked Valentine's Day. For the record, I have been: single, in a relationship, had my heart broken, started a relationship, and broken someone's heart all on past Valentine's Days (yes, the actual day.) It's difficult sometimes in our society to look at it as "just another day," but I do. First of all, I dislike the marketing scheme behind V-Day, and the imposed guilt: "You'd better get that 'someone special' a gift or they'll think you don't love them!"  WHAT?! Since when has that been an accurate definition of expressing your love for someone? (and I'm not even talking about a romantic relationship, but relationships in general.) While I do understand that for some of us, our love language is receiving gifts. But even that doesn't mean materialism, but rather the thought and love expressed in a gift. (It really is the thought that counts!)

  Growing up, every year on Valentine's Day, my dad would come home with a card & flowers for all of his girls (including my mom), told us how special we were to him, and that he loved us. Was it because it was Valentine's Day? Maybe he took that opportunity to show his love for us in a more obvious way, but I never felt loved or special because of what he did or gave me on that day. My dad, as much as humanly possible, expressed his love to us regularly. And ya know, it wouldn't matter if he skipped a year, because my feeling of security in his love for me was not contingent on what he did for me on Valentine's Day!

  I can't help but think of our heavenly Father, and all the great gifts He gives us! One in particular, being the greatest sacrifice ever made - His Son Jesus. In Him, we have eternal life, and quite frankly, none of us will ever be able to measure up to that! But what an amazing model we have of a perfect Father who gives good and perfect gifts!

  So, it's Valentine's Day. If you have that "someone special," give them a gift today. (Or if you do live under a rock and were unaware that it was Valentine's Day, write them a note.) And tomorrow... do it again. And next week, and the week after...

Sign Your Name. Stand For Freedom.

  January was National Human Trafficking Awareness Month. Now that the month is over, does that mean we stop being aware? Once you are aware of a problem, it's impossible to deny responsibility. We may wish we never knew that sex slavery, slave labor, and human trafficking do not exist in the world, but once we know, we must do something about it. Even if it's using one of the many social networking sites out there to spread the word. Even if it's simply clicking a button. Even if it's just signing your name. You have a voice, and not only that, the option to use it. Speak for those who cannot. Fight for those who are enslaved. Get involved to help end modern-day slavery. While it begins with awareness, it must end in action.

Contradictions

Lies. They're easy to believe if you're vulnerable. Let me let you in on a little secret: if it's not uplifting, encouraging, or life-giving, it's a LIE. If it's driving us away from God, it's not Him talking. I have learned so much doing street outreach to girls who are being prostituted. I am always so surprised at how weak the enemy is with his arguments: "you were born to do this," "you have no other value," "this is and will always be your security," "he really loves you," "you don't deserve any better." I know he thinks he's smart and everything, but if you really think about it, you will realize he's a liar. Asking hard, deep, probing questions, we find out just how much we believe the lies. (I always wish I had a tape recorder to play over some of the conversations I have, to show how many times they've contradicted themselves.) One girl told me she has always been fascinated with this work, and at 7 years old, desired to get into it. Yet also telling me she needed to quit eventually, because it's hard on your body (I added dangerous, and unhealthy). She agreed! Facing the question of why she was "made" to do this, of all things, something that damages you emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually, she couldn't answer. LIES. In reality, without Jesus, we're in darkness. And in darkness, we can't even see the nose in front of our face, and it's only through the Holy Spirit do we know the truth... and nothing else will lead us there.

What is really freakin' cool, and something I've had the privilege of witnessing, is when someone's eyes are opened to the truth, and recognizing the lies once believed, and being able to see God's pursuit through it all! I truly feel as if I am just sitting back and watching God work, and I am reaping the fruit of my labor and prayers. It gives me encouragement to know that every word of truth I speak to those girls, is a seed that is planted, and one day - when they're ready - they will reach out. And if it is my hand they reach for, I will be obedient, love relentlessly, and do whatever it takes to help pursue healing. It really does make it all worth it.

2011 Reflections

Thinking back over the year, I realized a lot has happened. So much change, growth, loss, hope, pain, and joy. I found love, and I lost it. I said goodbye to a brother, and gained a few sisters. I rekindled a passion for music – but it had never really faded. Friendships and family dynamics changed drastically. New vision and dreams were planted. Hopes disappeared into disappointment, but new struggles have changed my perspective… many times. I have learned to take in new experiences, and while sometimes they come with the memory of heartbreak, I appreciate them for what they were, and still appreciate the beauty of them. I've endured training way past any college degree could ever grant me, and with that came boldness, courage, perseverance, and renewed faith in the One who makes all things possible. I have seen people come to Christ, with literally no work on my part - just obedience... and that's pretty awesome! I have built a strong foundation on the One that I am sure nothing could ever tear me down – though it's been tried. I have tried to suffer and love well, and although sometimes I feel like I fail, I certainly learn, and hope to do it better next time. 

One thing I've learned is that Jesus never promised an "easy" life after asking us to pick up our cross and follow Him (shouldn't that be a clue right there? You know what the cross represents, right? death. no surprises there!) But I have come to deeply appreciate the suffering my Savior went through to ensure me eternal life with Him. I have it easy compared to what He went through. Know why? Because I do not face death in the end. In fact, I am promised an eternal, glorious life at the end of this one. And that is only granted to me through the grace of God. I don't think I will ever fully grasp that, and I will spend the rest of my life here trying to. 

Looking into the next year, I have goals, dreams, desires, and hopes, but they are and will be nothing if I am not fully dependent on the One who gives life. To whatever He asks of me, I want to jump into. Never hesitating. Whatever pain I have to face, choices I have to make, people I am called to love, whatever He asks of me, I'm going to do it, knowing that it will be good because He gives us good things, and wants good things for us. That I am sure of. 

The Girls

The girl who's been stabbed. She calls us over and chases us down every time we see her, wanting to share her story and experiences. The girl who looked so young, was barely dressed, freezing cold and scared out of her mind, standing next to a man who neither offered his hand nor his coat. The girl who gave advice on how to help other girls, but would not receive help for herself; who works two other jobs but is admittedly addicted to the money; who has two children and may be pregnant with another. I am still waiting and hoping she will call me. The girl who we see out frequently, who has shared details of her life and past, who has such a sweet personality you'd want to be her friend. The girl with the short skirt and baby face who said she was new and seemed like she was high. The girl who put on a show - blowing kisses and waving to every car that went by. The girl who was so touched when we offered her a gift and prayer, saying no one gives her gifts or prays for her anymore. The girl who stood alone on the corner, surrounded by men; I didn't want to leave; I wanted to protect her. The girl who seemed so normal and put together I had to remind myself the reason she was out. Excited to talk with us, pray with us, set a hangout time with us. She was so young, so beautiful, yet carried around so much pain from her past. The girl whose father just had surgery and she was getting high to forget. The girl with the tattoo that said "My Bitch." The girl who asked for a cigarette that made me wish I carried them just so I could have a few minutes to talk to her. The girl whose family wants her to come home.

The countless girls we don't get to talk to, but see from a distance. the girls who walk away from us, who cross the street just so they don't have to walk past us. 

The ones we see getting into a car before reaching them. I can't describe the feeling I get when that happens.  

The countless girls we don't see.

The countless men we see, searching for girls to buy. 

All of the ones that God sees.

Intention is no substitute for action

"We drive past the strip clubs and turn away or even gawk at the broken lives. But they are the same children who have just been abused for too many years...What happens when the girl who has been abused and exploited grows up? How will we respond to her when she makes life choices that are rooted in the brokenness of her youth?" 

--a quote from Treasures an LA-based organization that helps to reach women in the sex industry.

We may have pity, or even disdain, for those working in the sex industry. But it is important to know where they came from. We've talked a little bit about that. Now I want to focus on the action.

When we look at the world through our own eyes, we see greed, hatred, violence, filth... looking through God's eyes, we see a broken and hurting world, desperate for hope. What are you doing about it? Complacency is one of the worst things we could be. Everyone has unique gifts and talents. Use them!

I would have never thought I would be equipped for the work I'm doing now. Global trafficking, overseas missions, and national issues seem huge. Start somewhere. That one person who needs love, and desires to be shown kindness. To those who want to be missionaries to another country (because we as Christians are all missionaries, geographical location is just a detail), start in your neighborhood. Your workplace. Your family.

It's frustrating when talking to people who feel stuck in their lives - unhappy with their jobs, or feeling tied down to family or other obligations. If you find yourself seeing a need and wanting to help, but money, time, and obligation seem like roadblocks... let me tell you, I have come up against all of those, and seen others who could have used that as a legitimate excuse, but had chosen to believe that God is bigger than any excuse you can conjure up, and if you really had the desire, He will provide the means. Don't let fear hold you back. Just say YES!

The journey is more important than the destination

This week has been an emotional roller coaster. Feeling joy from the updates of my friends who are visiting Romania, and my little Bernadette, then immediate sadness in the longing to be there too. I so often have to tell myself that if I only knew the things God has in store for me, I would be waking up every morning filled with excitement, knowing that I am right where I am supposed to be. Although sometimes it feels as I am "stuck" here... actually, scratch that. I used to think that. I don't anymore. Now I realize that every step I take, every joy and triumph, every heartbreak and painful experience, every interaction, is all preparing me, not for "bigger things," but things I simply could never imagine. I am a firm believer that the journey is far more important than the destination, and to minimize each experience and life lesson as just a "stepping stone" towards the greater purpose is to miss a significant part of the journey. That one interaction that will touch your soul so deeply. That one person who will capture your heart for years to come. That one story that drives you into action.

This is my dear Bernadette. She has touched me deeper than anyone else I know, and her story will always be my motivation for action, as long as I am able. I hope I will be able to see her again soon.

Timing is everything

  As my friends leave for Romania today, I don't feel sadness... but excitement and joy. Knowing there must be a reason I'm not flying over the ocean right now (why wouldn't I be???). In the last couple of years, I've learned to give my dreams over to God because I realize He is bigger than my dreams, and He wants to do more through me than what I initially thought. I knew the timing wasn't great; that I couldn't stay as long as I wanted, that there are other details that need to be worked out. I love how freeing it feels to let this one go, and not sit in heartache that I can't be there, but know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God has amazing plans for me, and they must be pretty awesome. So I look forward to the future, not wishing for what could have been, but hopeful and excited for what is to come!

Social Perceptions

  In all of my research of human trafficking (including reading Girls Like Us by Rachel Lloyd, founder of GEMS in New York) I am beginning to realize that there is way more depth to it than what is perceived. I am endeavoring to break down some of the myths that surround this issue, and create a sort of blog series, if you will. To preface, I will say that I could easily go into greater depth, and what I write here is just a tip of the iceberg. If you really want to get a greater understanding of this whole issue, Lloyd's book is an excellent resource, and has been my inspiration for the next few posts.


  People hear "human trafficking," and they picture a girl from Thailand or the Philippines starved and chained in a warehouse. While there is no doubt that is sometimes the case, even more often, it is closer to home. The truth is, the majority of the girls in the U.S. who are being sexually exploited today are home grown. Runaways, those in the foster care system, who have substance abusing parents/a missing parent, and poverty are factors that make young girls vulnerable to sex trafficking. Because of a lack of choices, hope for a better future is lost, and desperation is found. A common belief in society is that these girls chose to work in the sex industry, but a closer look into their background, and you'll find that there wasn't a choice to be made, but rather a lack of options that led to this occupation of "choice." What child ever says they want to have sex with strangers for money when they grow up? Think about it.

  A huge element in the issue of sex trafficking, is sexual abuse at a young age. The high percentage of women working in the sex industry (that includes pornography, stripping, and prostitution) who have been sexually abused during childhood or adolescence is undeniably significant. It is an estimated 80-90%. Given that fact, to some girls, selling sex may seem like a small price to pay, especially after being raped or abused.

  Also taking into consideration the average age of recruitment (thirteen), the emotional maturity and mental capacity to make sound judgments and weigh the alternatives at that age is severely lacking. The psychological and emotional limitations of teenagers, as well as the limited understanding of consequences, makes them generally impulsive, rebellious, and vulnerable to peer pressure. There is a reason we are given age limitations for driving, drinking, marrying, and moving out on your own, because as a society we recognize there is a difference between adolescents and adults, maturity wise.


  So how can we change these false social perceptions? One is by recognizing these factors play a part in how a girl ends up working the streets. Another would be to change our language. One of the statements drafted in the Agenda for Action against Commercial Sexual Exploitation of Children declares that the term child or youth prostitute can no longer be used. As these girls are being sexually exploited, the language and reference to them must reflect that belief. "Child prostitute" implies who a person is, rather than what is being done to her.

  Choices must be seen in context. It may not be wise to go home with someone you've just met, particularly when you've been drinking. Yet that in no way means you "chose" to get raped. When faced with these individual, environmental and societal factors, children are susceptible to traffickers who prey on their vulnerability.



More to come soon...

Latest inspiration

  I feel like I need inspiration on a specific topic in order to write something. The truth is, I've had an overload of inspiration for a very broad topic, and I don't exactly know where to start. In general, I feel I need to get more in the habit of writing on a regular basis anyway, so here is where I am starting. With a vague... introduction perhaps? I feel like this blog has been less about my passion for Romania, and more about human trafficking. While it has certainly been an issue for awhile (whether people knew that or not), the increased awareness in the last few years is what I believe to be a movement of the Holy Spirit. From independent filmmakers, to grassroots organizations, to those in legislatures creating laws, to blogs writers, to celebrities, to high school/college students' projects and research papers, to news anchors reporting on human trafficking globally and nationally, the awareness of human trafficking has increased immensely just in the last few years. You would be hard pressed to find someone who did not have a little knowledge on the issue. However, far too many still have misconceptions on the issue in general, and that's where my latest inspiration comes in... as I read articles, watch short films, documentaries, or news specials, hear stories of actual girls who have been trafficked, and those who are still in "the life," I realize I've had my own misconceptions and still have a lot to learn. Soon I hope to gather my scattered mess of scribbled notes into a more concise outline, and from there... well, we'll see!

  I feel I should mention Romania while I'm here... there is a team going in October, and while I am a little sad I am not going, I have realized that the timing is not right, and I feel I could serve better when my role and purpose are more clearly defined. So as I pray through that, I am also looking at other opportunities overseas to work with other human trafficking organizations. As I have always known from a young age, but am finding that vision broadens as time goes on, Romania will always be in my heart, and the children that have touched my deepest core, will always be apart of my life, in one capacity or another. I never want to limit God and think that He could never use me there if I'm not living there. Although that is my desire, figuring out if it's God's best is another thing. I simply want to be obedient to where He calls me to go. Whether that is to stay or to go... and I can't wait to find out!