I choked back tears as I looked at photograph after photograph. A graffiti-covered bridge under which one woman took shelter. A sleazy, pay-by-the-hour motel where another woman brought her customers. A restaurant down the street where yet another woman often grabbed a warm meal on a cold day while working the streets. The front entrance of a parole office. A pile of condoms on the ground.
Many of the scenes were familiar to me yet the world they represent is foreign. It’s a world right on my doorstep yet a universe away.
The photo exhibit was part of a project in which current and former sex trade workers were given cameras and asked to document aspects of their lives that they feel are important.
Some of these women have overcome incredible obstacles. Some are now helping other women on the streets. Some still struggle, day after day.
The photos were moving and emotional. But there was something missing.
The Church was missing.
There were many pictures of secular organizations that provide counselling and support. But out of 90 photographs, there were only a couple depicting churches. One photo showed a church building in which one woman sometimes found shelter. Another showed a small group of volunteers at a church downtown dishing out soup on a wintry night. But, as far as I could tell, that was all.
I recently read Under the Overpass, by Mike Yankoski. (If you haven’t read this book, read it.) The book documents the journey of Yankoski and his friend Sam as they spend a summer living on the streets. One of their purposes in doing this was to find out what the Church was doing to help the poorest and neediest. The results were, for the most part, a sad reflection on the Body of Christ.
I’ve been wrestling a lot lately with how to bridge the gap between my safe, secure world and this other world of which I’m growing increasingly aware. What good is it to have Jesus if I’m not feeding the poor and comforting the broken? What good is it to put on lipstick and heels and go to a Sunday service but never get my hands dirty doing the work to which every Christian is called?
But how do I get from here to there?
I know I tend to overthink things, but there has been an increasing disquiet in my spirit that I’m really not sure what to do with. I’m restless. Dissatisfied. My faith has to mean something more.
There are so many wonderful organizations out there with whom I could volunteer, but what is God calling me to do? I don’t have answers right now but I’m looking.
And that’s a start.
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I have a new book to add to my reading list. Thank you for not only awareness but also for opening hearts and minds. I’ll be sharing on pinterest (of course) and also on Facebook Sunday. Thank you for linking up at Women With Intention Wednesdays! I hope you will be back to link up another great post this week!
Thanks so much!