My friend Heather had a dream about human trafficking when we were in California together a few months ago. Either in the dream or out of the dream (I do not know), God gave her my name and a mandate.
Our campus is focused on the 10/40 window and unreached people groups, but we also do some local outreach right here in our city. At holidays, a group of YWAM ladies usually takes gifts to the local massage parlors for the women working there. By massage parlors, I mean the sketchy ones where you come in and there’s a locked door and a camera to greet you.
God put it on Heather’s heart to start going to visit these ladies every week, and asked me to join her. As we prayed and waited for God to direct us, He did. Yesterday was our first day to go and we had four interns join us from the REACH team, the team from our campus focusing on local outreach. I think REACH is an acronym or then I’m just yelling it.
I’m not sure if I have a comfort zone anymore, but if I do, I wasn’t anywhere near it yesterday. I had never been to any of these places before; actually never did anything like this in the USA so I had no idea what to expect. I had to remind myself of Ellie, who announced this week at the breakfast table that she has been talking to Jesus a lot and He has been talking to her. He came to her in her bed, she said, and told her that she never has to worry because anytime she goes anywhere, He comes along.
We had a good time, prayed for a number of ladies, and told them we’ll be back next week to visit more. They seemed delighted, overall. Our highlight, though, was when God interrupted our “task” with some unexpected people. A young guy came up to me as we were leaving one parlor, and asked what we were doing. I said we were going around blessing local businesses and offered him a pack of Twizzlers. He said he’d trade Twizzlers for weed, and would I join him in a celebratory smoke? The Scripture says, If any of them that believe not bid you to a feast, and ye be disposed to go; whatsoever is set before you, eat, asking no question for conscience sake.
I was very unbiblical and refused, but we entered into a wonderful conversation. He was on his way to get married at the Rastafarian church down the road. I kept looking at him and his fiancé, who joined us after a bit, and felt such love and compassion and hope for them. They were as open as could be, welcomed our prayers with outstretched hands, and kept telling us we were so cool, even though we were preaching the Gospel to them, which isn’t always cool.
There is hope for this generation. Of course there is, but some of us actually believe there isn’t, if we’re honest. I am seeing young people transformed right before my eyes. A man who was in prison a few months ago, dedicated His life to Jesus and is giving his life to missions. I watched a youth who was an atheist a few months ago, picking up a mic and declaring he is opening His heart to the Father’s love. These are people in my every day life; this is happening right now! I even know some good young people who just realized their goodness doesn’t come from following rules and they encountered the Father for themselves. That’s a real miracle.
This is not a hopeless generation! Ask God to lead you to the ones who are hungry for truth, and He will do it.