"Commercial 15, anybody interested?" I heard squawk over my CB as I pulled back into the hotel after supper. I ask one of my friends who was with me, "what did they say?" Just as if to answer my question "Commercial 15, anybody interested? This is Midnight Angel."
Channel 15 is a channel I use on the CB to talk with my crew as we travel the roads from job to job. I'm not much of a CB talker unless it's to my guys. I sometimes drive a Big truck, Large car, or semi, depending on what you want to refer to it as, but I'm not a trucker. So in my service truck, that usually gets me from project to project, I leave my CB on 15. And there she was.
Now I'm not naive, I understand that prostitution happens, and it's a sad reality that for some women it's a living. Call it circumstance, bad choices, lazy, what ever, it happens and it's a pretty lucrative business as I'll explain. I'm just not used to seeing it (or hearing it in this case) first hand. It kind of took me by surprised.
One of my new guys, just in from the trucking world, assures me I'm hearing what I think I'm hearing. So as I park in front of my hotel, I sit and listen. Just to shorten this story a bit, here's the operation. One girl, Bubble gum, is working the CB setting up the trucks, and Midnight Angel is keeping the appointments. They broadcast height, weight, hair color, bust size, and price list all on Channel 15.
My Guys go on into the hotel to watch the presidential debate, but I'm still intrigued, so I sit and listen, and begin to pray.
A million things run through my head, how did these girls get into this position? Is there a Pimp somewhere orchestrating all of this? Doesn't she know she has much more self worth than this? Don't miss understand I'm not pias or self righteous by any means, I'm a non judgemental kind of person. I'm not as interested in how they got there as how can they get out.
A friend of mine is in the Ministry and is helping Girls in Mongolia get out of the prostitution ring. It's apparently worse in that country than this one. For every $300 he can raise, he can bring a girl off the street, put them in an apartment for 6 months, and train them with skills to get a job, and a life outside of prostitution. His ministry comes to mind as I sit and listen.
"Commercial 15, is there anybody else?" From 8:57 to 9:45 when I left my truck for my room, there must have been half a dozen appointments. I pray and think as the time passes. Finally I talk with Bubble Gum over the CB and ask if I can have a private conversation over the phone with her and offer to give her my number (I'm assuming she's not going to give me hers). My intentions is to see if I could just talk with her.
Now before you jump to conclusions, I'm not stupid. My plan was to see if she would either meet me at the restaurant or even in the parking lot out front, and I was going to bring one of the Brothers with me to ensure no appearance of evil.
As it turns out neither of them were interested in having a conversation unless it involved cash, $50 a half hour, and when push came to shovel, they really weren't interested in talking at all.
What do we do when times like these arise? Do Christians really want to help people? Do we care enough about people to go to the streets, get down into the dirty places of the reality of life and offer hope? What I wanted to say to her was that God Really does cares for her, personally. Not for me to judge her about her lifestyle or look down my nose at her, but to see her like the woman at the well, and tell her God cares.
We each have a story. It's who we are and where we have been that makes up our story, the sum of our life's experiences. She might be a single mother just trying to keep her kids fed and the rent paid. She might be an addict just trying to get to the next fix. She might be a battered wife left on the streets. I'm wonder what her story is. Who is the girl behind the Midnight Angel? I know I can't save her, or even offer her a way out, but I do know there is hope. There is a better way.
I saw her car pull into the vacant lot filled with semi trucks CB antennae on the roof across the street. It was a ragged old escort and beat up at that. Unfortunately I didn't get to hear her story, but I'm sure it's one of sadness.
God never intended something so beautiful and intimately designed for a lifetime of marriage to be turned into something so casual and cheap, just to make a dollar or even in this case several dollars. The world turned it into that. God designed this girl to bring hope and happiness to a family and husband, to be a strong woman of God, and to worship him. But yet tonight she's just "Commercial 15, Midnight Angel here, anybody interested?"
God I pray from the comfort of my hotel, that you would find another opportunity to share you plan for this Girl. I know she's as important to you as the rest of us are. And even though she might not find her way to church on sunday morning, that you will find her were she is. I pray somewhere, somehow, you would give her another opportunity to hear how you really feel. I know you know her story, and I know you know her ending, I pray it's a good end. I pray she find your peace in her life, and show her the better way. In Jesus name... Amen
Remember Look Up, Live Life, and Be Thankful
Kevin
Channel 15 is a channel I use on the CB to talk with my crew as we travel the roads from job to job. I'm not much of a CB talker unless it's to my guys. I sometimes drive a Big truck, Large car, or semi, depending on what you want to refer to it as, but I'm not a trucker. So in my service truck, that usually gets me from project to project, I leave my CB on 15. And there she was.
Now I'm not naive, I understand that prostitution happens, and it's a sad reality that for some women it's a living. Call it circumstance, bad choices, lazy, what ever, it happens and it's a pretty lucrative business as I'll explain. I'm just not used to seeing it (or hearing it in this case) first hand. It kind of took me by surprised.
One of my new guys, just in from the trucking world, assures me I'm hearing what I think I'm hearing. So as I park in front of my hotel, I sit and listen. Just to shorten this story a bit, here's the operation. One girl, Bubble gum, is working the CB setting up the trucks, and Midnight Angel is keeping the appointments. They broadcast height, weight, hair color, bust size, and price list all on Channel 15.
My Guys go on into the hotel to watch the presidential debate, but I'm still intrigued, so I sit and listen, and begin to pray.
A million things run through my head, how did these girls get into this position? Is there a Pimp somewhere orchestrating all of this? Doesn't she know she has much more self worth than this? Don't miss understand I'm not pias or self righteous by any means, I'm a non judgemental kind of person. I'm not as interested in how they got there as how can they get out.
A friend of mine is in the Ministry and is helping Girls in Mongolia get out of the prostitution ring. It's apparently worse in that country than this one. For every $300 he can raise, he can bring a girl off the street, put them in an apartment for 6 months, and train them with skills to get a job, and a life outside of prostitution. His ministry comes to mind as I sit and listen.
"Commercial 15, is there anybody else?" From 8:57 to 9:45 when I left my truck for my room, there must have been half a dozen appointments. I pray and think as the time passes. Finally I talk with Bubble Gum over the CB and ask if I can have a private conversation over the phone with her and offer to give her my number (I'm assuming she's not going to give me hers). My intentions is to see if I could just talk with her.
Now before you jump to conclusions, I'm not stupid. My plan was to see if she would either meet me at the restaurant or even in the parking lot out front, and I was going to bring one of the Brothers with me to ensure no appearance of evil.
As it turns out neither of them were interested in having a conversation unless it involved cash, $50 a half hour, and when push came to shovel, they really weren't interested in talking at all.
What do we do when times like these arise? Do Christians really want to help people? Do we care enough about people to go to the streets, get down into the dirty places of the reality of life and offer hope? What I wanted to say to her was that God Really does cares for her, personally. Not for me to judge her about her lifestyle or look down my nose at her, but to see her like the woman at the well, and tell her God cares.
We each have a story. It's who we are and where we have been that makes up our story, the sum of our life's experiences. She might be a single mother just trying to keep her kids fed and the rent paid. She might be an addict just trying to get to the next fix. She might be a battered wife left on the streets. I'm wonder what her story is. Who is the girl behind the Midnight Angel? I know I can't save her, or even offer her a way out, but I do know there is hope. There is a better way.
I saw her car pull into the vacant lot filled with semi trucks CB antennae on the roof across the street. It was a ragged old escort and beat up at that. Unfortunately I didn't get to hear her story, but I'm sure it's one of sadness.
God never intended something so beautiful and intimately designed for a lifetime of marriage to be turned into something so casual and cheap, just to make a dollar or even in this case several dollars. The world turned it into that. God designed this girl to bring hope and happiness to a family and husband, to be a strong woman of God, and to worship him. But yet tonight she's just "Commercial 15, Midnight Angel here, anybody interested?"
God I pray from the comfort of my hotel, that you would find another opportunity to share you plan for this Girl. I know she's as important to you as the rest of us are. And even though she might not find her way to church on sunday morning, that you will find her were she is. I pray somewhere, somehow, you would give her another opportunity to hear how you really feel. I know you know her story, and I know you know her ending, I pray it's a good end. I pray she find your peace in her life, and show her the better way. In Jesus name... Amen
Remember Look Up, Live Life, and Be Thankful
Kevin
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