Tonight is our last night in Bangkok. Very early tomorrow morning, we board a plane back to America, land of the free. Back to our cushy existence. Back to celebrate the holidays with family and friends. Back to living a life where the simple act of walking down the sidewalk doesn’t break our hearts daily.
This week has been unforgettable. Indescribable. Inspiring. Heartbreaking. I’m at a loss for proper adjectives to sum it all up, but here are some of the things from the past 10 days that will be imprinted in my memory forever:
-This scene, played out a hundred times before our eyes of a young Thai girl, being approached and ultimately purchased by an older Western man.
In particular, this scenario we witnessed at McDonalds of all places (yes, they really are everywhere) involved a very old man with a hunchback and a young, attractive Thai girl….or at least what he thought was a young, attractive Thai girl. This is the one time our team actually laughed at seeing this, because in this case, this girl is actually a boy—a lady boy, and this old creeper clearly has no idea. Joke’s on him.
-A realization that an immense amount of life is conducted on the streets here. From beggars to street vendors, prostitutes to children, dogs to cats, life in Bangkok literally unfolds on the sidewalk—and that’s just on Soi 4. We were also surprised and kind of impressed with how many of these same people and animals could sleep just about anywhere.
-Creating relationships with the girls living at Beginnings was perhaps the highlight of our time here. These girls and women are the definition of what it is to find new life in Christ. From darkness to light, dead to alive, they are all at once childlike and wise, naïve and mature, loving and inspirational. One girl that I got to spend a lot of time with this week came up to me after the last Christmas party, wrapped her arms around me and in her heavy Thai dialect said, “I love you, Jo.” I nearly melted into the floor. At just 18, she has experienced more life, more pain, and on the flip side, more freedom than most people will in a lifetime. I love her so dearly.
-On the night of Nana Plaza’s party, I squeezed into a cab with six girls we were able to free from one bar. They chatted like girlfriends do, playfully teasing each other and laughing the whole way to the party. One spoke English quite well and explained that this was the first time since they began working in the bars that any of them had ever all been able to go somewhere together outside of work, just for fun. This normal act of “girls’ night out” that we Americans take for granted was a first for them, and excitement spilled out of them as a result.
-The simplest presentation of the gospel can and will still change lives everyday. We witnessed a pretty basic message about Jesus from Pastor Nikorn on both nights of the parties and, in return, also saw dozens of hands raised in acceptance. Sometimes we forget as American Christians that you don’t need flashy lights, hip videos, and cool church environments to get the message across. Don’t get me wrong—those things are fantastic. But the gospel has spoken for itself, plain and simple, for centuries—and it still works just as well in 2011 as it did in 200 A.D.
Last but not least, what impacted me heavily this week, and will continue to as we go into the holidays is that these girls will work on Christmas Day. And New Year’s Day. And nearly very day in between. So many in the bars have young children, yet they will be with old, drunk men, as one girl put it to me so vividly, on the day they should be sharing presents with their family and babies. As I unwrap presents with my young daughter in just a few days, it will be impossible not to think of these girls who have to sacrifice their bodies and dignity every day.
The most difficult thing about leaving Thailand is that there is so much left to be done here—so much freedom left to give. It seems impossible at times. The heartbreak on a daily level is almost too much to handle. But as Bonita wisely pointed out, God sees it all simultaneously, and it breaks His heart too. And He is bigger than any bondage man can put us in.
So, as I prepare to leave and return to a life that can only be described as pampered, I will carry with me the names and faces of these beautiful girls. I can speak for the team when I say that we will not and cannot forget them. What we’ve witnessed here is burned into our minds, and our anger against the injustice and our passion to free them will not quickly or easily be doused. These 10 days at Beginnings are literally only the beginning of the freedom story we hope to write in Bangkok and around the world through Brentwood, Freedom 4/24 and individuals who are also ready to join in the war against sexual slavery. We pray that God will use our fight to multiply the 12 women at Beginnings a hundred times over.
Until next time, Bangkok, our hearts will remember your darkness, your people, and the hope that is still so evident in spite of it all.