Aside from freaking out and feeling the pressure of Graffiti Summer getting started, I’m ascared.
When I decided to lead Graffiti Summer, I knew I was going to challenge myself too. I wasn’t going to use past experiences to teach or write about, I was going to step out and lead. But I had no idea God would plant this situation in my path just a few days before we began. Can I change my mind? Can I use old experiences? Please – it would be much easier.
When the perfect answer seems like a bunch of hooey!
Remember when you thought you had all the answers? And you know that nice comfortable Christian life that everyone thinks you’ll have once your a Christian, are you wondering where it went?
Why do we Christians come off thinking life is all black and white? That there’s a perfect scripture for every situation. That questions are either answered right or wrong. And that situations are of God or of evil, because what if it is all the above?
All this thinking about life’s answers is making me want to scream!
So, I’ll ask you for advice on the below situation.
What would you do in a situation like this?
Where’s the black and white or correctness when I need a strong answer?
Pleeeeeeeaassssse give me some kind of advice because I’m stumped.
Enter anonymous friend.
This is a girl I have watched grow extensively for three years. When I met her she was addicted to crack and homeless. I’ve watched her overcome her addiction and move off the street. I’ve seen her attend Bible studies and long to build a trusting friendship.
She was excited when she finally got a job as a manager. She stepped into that role and developed leadership skills that I didn’t know she had.
You’re probably thinking this is awesome.
Well, her place of employment is managing girls at a strip club. I’ve known this for months and prayed God would convince her to move on.
She loves the job of getting to pour into these girls and love on them. See, she once was a stripper and knows the hard abusive life attached. I write this with tears in my eyes as I remember the night I walked in to a strip club to love on some girls. Story here.
When God starts convicting it gets messy.
I see her recently and she burst out in tears. She’s worn, tired, and feeling like darkness is invading her soul. Understood, of course, for where she works. She’s convicted alright.
She still loves her job. She loves the money. She loves being there for the girls to help encourage them. Many of whom are homeless, addicted, and being forced to strip by dad’s and boyfriends. My heart is pounding and nauseated. It’s sex trafficking of the local kind.
We visit and I lay out some options. Then she says,
“Alene, sex sells! Always has, always will. And guess what, some people you know come here. They’re in here participating in this craziness just like everyone else.”
Enter my inward SCREAMS!!! Screams for help and answers. Screams for the perversion of this world.
So what the heck is the right thing to do?
Looking for a black and white answer, I see none. She’s not going to leave that job at the moment, which means I will just keep on praying and ask you to do the same. We can always pray, but I think too often we use that as an excuse to do nothing. [tweet that]
But maybe she could be an open door for me (if I am brave enough) or you, to go shower love on some girls who desperately need to know of Jesus Love — true love?
Or I could condemn her and leave her to her own darkness?
Or maybe I could equip her to be the light (Jesus light) in that place? You know it only takes a very little flame to begin to illuminate the darkness.
Or I could just throw my hands up in the air and walk away from this whole crazy mess and not deal with it? Hiding in my comfort zone is looking really inviting about now.
I’m torn. I have no answers.
My heart is heavy and broken as there are no pat answers. I’m realizing that for years I was one of those Christians who figured it was all black and white. Now, I want to puke at that behavior.
I think it was easy to assume that all was black and white when I sat in my perfect little world gazing out. It’s easy to judge right and wrong, black from white when you’re really as clueless as I was. But when you go walk around in the messy world and fall in love with messy people in messy situations — there seems to be no right answer. I think it’s more like . . .
Messy World + Messy People + Messy Situations = Messy Answers
When you start going to the places Jesus went and loving on this broken world you quickly realize that there are no black and white answers.
This world is so screwed up, I’m not even sure what color it is any more!
I’m pretty sure it ain’t black and white.
So, I’m here asking for your advice?
I am in prayer as we dig in to this week of Graffiti. I feel certain this is the different street corner that God would like me to explore this week. But the first step and the journey are going to require some major bravery. Tune in later this week and I’ll fill you in.
I’m thankful to lead out in this challenge. I think! No seriously, I am. I think.
After you leave me some advices, do please tell us how you have crossed paths with those different from yourself?