CHAPTER THREE
HOPE DENIED
Stunned by the apparent lack of concern from this religious leader the traveler, trying desperately to roll himself over, wondered if he had only imagined it. His thoughts still not taking solid hold in his mind, he reasoned that maybe he had just imagined it. “That had to be it,” he thought. “One of such evident piety would never have left him to meet his fate alone.”
Slipping back into unconsciousness he was unaware that a being shining brighter than the sun itself stood guard over him. He was not alone….. It would be what seemed like hours before he was again awakened by the sound of footsteps coming down the dirt road in his direction.
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Traveling in and out of New York City we were given a very specific route to get to our location and then home again. One evening after an exceptionally long and cold day of working in the streets we made a wrong turn on our way home.
Still deep in the city we hoped that we could just circle around and get back on our designated route. What we did not know was that this detour was more divine than mistake. In the dim light of an early winter evening we approached a line of limousines pulled over at the curb. The neighborhood was not the best and I wondered what all of these luxury vehicles were doing here. To my surprise, I along with all those traveling with me would soon be introduced to a hidden part of life here.
From out of the shadows we saw women in full length mink coats approaching the limousines. Dark tinted windows rolled down as the women opened their coats. Doors were opened and the women disappeared into the vehicles. It all took place before we fully realized what was happening. These women were being bought and sold in the business of prostitution and sexual slavery. No one seemed to notice or care and the city continued on as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
As we drove out of the city my thoughts were conflicted. I felt relief to be out of that place and back to where things made sense, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that in the midst of the terrible things I had witnessed, the burning love of Jesus was present. I couldn’t help but believe that Jesus wept……..
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Sitting here tonight, writing these words as I think back over the years to this incident I still can’t shake the feeling that in the midst of all that was wrong and evil that night the Savior was present, His hands extended to pull these precious ones to Him. I’m sure some in the church might disagree with me. Others might be appalled that I would imply such a thing……… but I stand on the truth that Jesus came to set the