In the early evening, at a slightly more active time, our friend led us through Kolkata's main Red Light District for the second time. We walked down the middle of the street, between lines of women standing before tight rooms and thin alleyways. I can't help but ask myself, who am I in all of this? An observer? A friend?
A prostituted woman whom our friend knows led us up a dark stairwell and welcomed us into her home, a 10 ft. x 10 ft. room with dust hugging periwinkle walls stained with time. She conversed with our friend in Bengali as we sat on the bed and I visually toured her kitchen, bedroom, office, laundry room, living room, and garage without even moving a muscle. Our friend invited her to the VU's worship service this Friday but she politely declined. She shared with us that although she has difficulty sleeping, when she prays in Jesus' name she sleeps soundly. Will you pray along with me that she will be open to coming to the VU?
A prostituted woman whom our friend knows led us up a dark stairwell and welcomed us into her home, a 10 ft. x 10 ft. room with dust hugging periwinkle walls stained with time. She conversed with our friend in Bengali as we sat on the bed and I visually toured her kitchen, bedroom, office, laundry room, living room, and garage without even moving a muscle. Our friend invited her to the VU's worship service this Friday but she politely declined. She shared with us that although she has difficulty sleeping, when she prays in Jesus' name she sleeps soundly. Will you pray along with me that she will be open to coming to the VU?
I will! ;) I pray for safety and effectiveness for you every night.
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ReplyDeleteHave I told you enough just how wonderful you are?! Thank you so much for reading. Love you! I'm praying for you also dear friend.
Love, Caro