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Bangla Boys

        I'd been praying that God would break my heart for Bangla. I'm in love with the girls down there but it just wasn't enough. I wanted to see people how God sees them and share in the pain with Him. My God definitely answered my prayer as painful as it was. He has completely broken me for the men on Bangla. I've been blessed enough to talk to one of them in depth, but I want more. Last night my teammate encountered a man that shared a story of death, pain, and loneliness with her. Lord, these men are your sons and they are so broken. Every time I pass by a bar that holds a man staring down into his drink alone, my heart literally shatters. I want to talk to every single one of them. I want to know all of their stories. How did they end up here? As much as I am burdened for every single one of them I'm also able to see the men that God intended them to be. That's the hope that I have to hold onto. Until the day they're able to see it as well, I'll continue to walk down Bangla road as God's light for all the broken men.

This is a song by one of my favorite artists. I think it sums up the men on Bangla perfectly.

He's still feeling like he's 16
And you're chasing all of the same dreams
Only living on the weekend nights
The card is empty but the tab got paid
I think it's funny how some things change
There's got to be more to life

He can't stand knowing he's dying
Tick tock timing
He feels the kill
And my God, he'd love to know why he's dead inside
cause he just can't get his fill

Still sitting at the desk job
And you're still staring at the clock wall
And now you're working for the weekend ride
It's just the money, it'll change one day
As you're stuck in traffic on the highway
And now you've said it for the thousandth time

He can't stand knowing he's dying
Tick tock timing
He feels the kill
And my God, he'd love to know why he's dead inside
cause he just can't get his fill

The Kill by Ben Rector

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