Author: Adventures

My God is good like that

Today we went to a Thai church service. I wasn't really sure what to expect but all i know is it was beautiful. Only about 0.7% of Thai people are Christians so to even have this opportunity is an extreme blessing. The service was by the beach with about 10-15 thai people and a few girls from our team. They welcomed us and we all sat in a circle while they tried to learn our names (that is always interesting). They gave a few of us instruments to play and i got maracas! So obviously i got down with those bad boys! Then they gave us song books which had just recently been translated...

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eucharisteo.

Eucharisteo. It’s tattooed on my wrist, but I’m only now beginning to realize what it really means. The word comes from the Greek. It’s the word that Christ spoke as He broke the bread at the last supper. He gave thanks. This word doesn’t just mean to give thanks for everything all together, but to give thanks for each individual thing we are thankful for. Through our gratitude, the Lord bestows “charis” and “chara” meaning grace and joy. Eucharisteo is the glue for my soul. It’s all that’s holding me upright through this...

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Broken and Loved

This week we started our ministry in the bars here in Phuket. We traveled about 20 minutes to a part of Phuket known as Patong where we do the majority of our ministry. This is where you will find Bangla Road. Bangla Road is lined with hundreds bars where over 1,500 girls work in the sex industry. There are girls serving drinks, dancing on the bars, playing games with customers, there are people selling anything and everything and they all have one thing in common. THEY ARE BROKEN. As you walk down the street if you look up you will see glass boxes with girls inside dancing. There...

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My Heart for the Men

When I signed up for this trip, my plan was to pour out to the prostitutes and share the love of Jesus with them. Little did I know that my heart would break just as much for the men as it did for the women. Bangla Road is a dark place. The air is filled with so much cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol that it's so hard to even breathe.  The girls will tell you that they don't like their job and it's so hard because you can see the desperate call for help in their eyes. But what do you do when you see a man sitting alone at a bar not paying attention to anyting else...

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romanced by fluffy animals

So today was the first time we went out on our own into the bars. Boy, is God craycray. He works miracles in His own way. So we went to the first bar and i had a wonderful conversation with a lady there. She was absolutely adorable. It came up in conversation about whether she met many nice men, and the hurt and pain her eyes revealed when she said no was absolutely heartbreaking. My heart ached for her. Then a couple came up and the look in the man’s eyes when a woman was getting up onto the bar to dance was sickening. I left the bar with a broken attitude and pain instead of joy in...

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Coke Floats and the Black Eyed Peas

                          It's Monday afternoon and we just got back from our first exposure and prayer walk on Bangla Road. Waking up this morning a new wave of the fear that I have been struggling with hit again. We have been somewhat sitting stagnant in this waiting process for the past few days…don’t get me wrong these have been an amazing few days after the dragging chaos of three days of travel but the reality of what we are walking into has been on the distant horizon until today.  ...

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