I volunteer with a ministry that reaches out to strippers in our town. We visit their clubs once per month with gifts and food, sometimes make up and sometimes barbecue. We spend time getting to know the dancers, hearing them, and sharing the love of Jesus with them. Then when they're ready, they call us and we help with friendship, education, resume building, any legal help they need, etc.
Last month's outreach was particularly heavy for me. After a tremendous night with the girls and feeling so overwhelmed with the presence and goodness of God, I feel asleep only to spend the night tossing and turning and finally getting up in a fit of anger. My heart was utterly broken for so many reasons and before I could even find any words to pray, I was in tears. Not just a trickle but heavy, hot, mad tears. Not only was I face to face with the brokenness of humanity in strip clubs, but I found myself completely aware of my own need. My own brokenness. My own desperate need for a Savior. That I am nothing without His grace. Even playing field.
He saw me at 7 years old, afraid and in need, and he heard my prayer and rescued me. That same God sees broken women across my city, desperately in need of Him. It's hard to see that He sees them sometimes. It is. But I know that I know that I know He does, and I'm clinging to that with all my heart as we head into clubs tonight. This Good Friday, we take bags of gifts to strippers, that they might feel seen and heard, special and beautiful, in the eyes of Jesus whose own body was broken on their behalf and mine. That they might feel the dignity Jesus gave to the woman who washed His feet with her tears. That they might feel the mercy Jesus gave to the woman caught in adultery. He did not condemn her.
He wasn't just broken for the spiritual who had their acts together and were waiting for Him to come. While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. While we were still prideful and selfish, our own hearts broken and ignoring the broken, Christ died. While we were still strippers and broken, Christ died. Body of Christ, broken, this day, for her, for you, for me. So we don't have to stay broken.
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