Tag Archives: NightLight outreach

When Death Pays a Visit

When death pays a visit, fear is tangible. Tonight I saw photos of the African woman’s body after she was murdered last week. Two women came to meet us for an interview and to ask for assistance. We had scheduled to meet with one but she brought her friend as well. The friend was mostly […]

Enough is Enough

An African trafficked woman died this week. Last night we went out on the streets to talk with the women we’ve been assisting and encountering. Everyone wanted to talk about the woman who died. A spirit of heaviness loomed when they whispered the words. It was as though saying it too loudly would bring the […]

My Scandalous Confession

I have a scandalous confession: I have a favorite trafficker. You might ask, how someone who passionately fights to rescue victims of human trafficking could like a trafficker let alone have a favorite? Trafficking is a complex situation that employs, exploits, profits, and destroys millions of people – humans, with emotions, people with families, people […]

Ayumi

Ayumi came by today in a cute white and black dress, a shiny necklace and a girlish hairband with a bow. He wore no shoes though, and that was upsetting to him. Yes, he. Ayumi is not a little girl but a teenage boy who struggles with gender identity and actually Ayumi isn’t even his […]

Empty Promises of Opportunity

“He’s crazy!” The streetwalker at the sign was referring to the young boy dressed in girl’s clothes. I answered, “No, he’s just acting out. It’s not who he really is.” We had been reaching out to this boy for about 3 years already but that’s a whole other story. The streetwalkers had gotten my attention. […]

Glamorized Auction Blocks

“It’s such a shame. She’s so young and pretty!” I’ve often heard this expressed when people see a beautiful young Thai woman in prostitution. I cringe every time. Women in prostitution are routinely paraded on glamorized auction blocks, their bodies exposed, and their sexuality flaunted to get the highest bids. I have watched men examine […]

Good Men at Nana

“I don’t have sex with the women.” I hadn’t actually asked his intentions but a conversation with a man in the middle of the red light area is likely to end up addressing this very thing. The large extremely buff man was curious about who we were and he had approached as one of our […]

Painted Nails, Tears, and Love

How do we cope with the sad stories we hear so often? We are asked this question repeatedly. We do encounter tragic stories, but we also have the privilege of hearing and seeing lives transformed by God’s persistent love. That’s what compels us into the darkness over and over.  On Valentine’s we had a party […]