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...