Freedom Street Ministries believes in the power of prayer. To live out this belief, I head up a group to stand in front of San Jose’s largest brothel every other Friday night to pray against the darkness, injustice and brokenness there. We are usually there for about 4 or 5 hours each time.
During our time there we also have the opportunity of praying and visiting with pimps, traffickers, drug dealers and johns, the men who are coming to the brothel to buy a woman (or girl) for a night or an hour. These beautiful opportunities to share of God’s love and mercy are full of surprises. Each vigil is different. Each person is different.
While we know our prayers are ‘availing much’, there are times when we wonder if we are truly making a difference by being there. Two weeks ago these were my thoughts.
For the first several hours of our time there, no one seemed interested in talking to us. Normally we have several people who will come by and visit, often leading to prayer. Well this particular week it was different. Our corner seemed very quite while the brothel was bustling and busy, American and European men in droves coming and going.
While I stood there I thought, “God, are we really making a difference?” The question came and went but God did not take long to answer my question.
Several minutes later, a older man came and stood in from of me and said, “I have a question for you.” Before I tell you his question and all the comments that followed, you need to know that I had never seen this man before in that evening or any other. I had never spoken a word to him. He simply appeared in front of me and started talking.
“Am I supposed to just go and sit in church and tell them about all the horrible stuff that happens in my life?” He asked as his eyes continually looked down, raised only for seconds at a time as he talked on. “I feel like you are meddling in my life.”
“Listen, more women die in domestic violence than any other way. Marriage does not work, but this does,” he said as he waved his hand in the direction of the brothel. “Men and women were not meant to live together. It just never works. We always end up hating each other.”
“But this works. Listen, these women have it good. They go home with some money in their pockets and I get what I need. So, I feel like you are meddling in my life. You shouldn’t be here.”
As the man went on and on for some time about how men and women are not meant to live together and how no woman “has ever been killed in this place,” I realized God was answering my question.
Just by the fact that I was standing on the corner, without saying a word, (I truly could not get a word in even if I wanted to), the spirit of conviction was working in the heart and mind of this man. Just by our presence. Just by him seeing a group of people who love God, neither buying or selling, he was convicted.
Our presence was making way for the Holy Spirit to move in that place. As I walked away that night I knew I would return the next time. But this time I have no questions or doubts.
God told me very clearly, “Elizabeth, your simple act of obedience is opening the way for me to work in that place.”
So, yes, we are all going again tonight. It’s Friday afternoon as I write this. Please pray with us during this time. We will be on our corner from 8 p.m to 12 a.m. We need your covering.
People frequently come by and tell us how dangerous it is here. One man told us several times, “You all really should not come here, it is h— in there.” I told him that that is WHY we are here, but he continued to emphasize the danger and the ugliness of the situation.
Yes, we need your covering. We need protection for our physical bodies but also spiritually from the oppression and heaviness that fills that place. We know we are called to be in that place, where there is not light. We are the only light that goes there.
So as you pray for us please pray for the pimps, drug dealers, traffickers and the empty old men who feed the industry. They are lost. They are broken. They too need to find and know the glorious redeeming and healing power of the Cross.