Saturday, April 11, 2015

Beggar For Love

This horrid burning in your chest. This constant knowing that you are of the unwanted. This suffocation of never knowing where to turn or what to do. You are a disappointment. A hopeless failing. And how...how to you find an identity when these voices press at your back? Like a black storm ready to swallow you at any moment. They hiss. They nag. They oppress. 

"You are not wanted."
"You are a mistake."
"You are an embarrassment."
" You are his shame."
"You are pain."
" You are a horrible reminder of what went wrong."
"You are unloved."

So she fights her way alone. Trying to earn love. Trying to earn a kind glance, even if just for a moment. Work hard. Stay quiet. And bear the beating. 

This was Ruth's reality. This was her shredded heart.


What does it mean to be a girl, a girl in South Asia? To be born beautiful and seen as an ugly curse... To never know what God intends in the breath of female? 


What is it like to be born with hatred as your caretaker, disgust as your nurse? When warm arms and the soft words of a mother are no where to be found... When your Father's chest doesn't swell with pride, but boils with rage. 

You were supposed to be a son! 

The words "supposed to be" can be so suffocating. Because we can't change our design. We can't run far enough to change our own outcome. But we will bloody our souls trying. Because it hurts to walk alone and unwanted. It hurts to wonder if all they say is true. 

"Am I a mistake?"

Questions unanswered, in a soul searching, can suffocate. They can take life out of the living. They can torture us into submission. Submission to all these lies and into this stalking darkness. And when a soul loses hope it lets it's guard down and stops trying. It gives in to abuse as norm. To hopelessness as your story.


Girls not bringing there dad money. Girls who can't help their dad provide for the other siblings... This often leads to abuse at the hands of the father... And worse often at the hands of prostitutional depravity. Age doesn't matter, money does. 

Desperation.

To be viewed as a curse. A disappointment. A piece of meat to be used any way possible to put food on the table... What do you tell this girls soul? How do you speak to her agony? How can you tell her she brings a smile to Gods face... That He does have a plan for her... That darkness, shame, fear, and agony are not normal?

You can. Get involved. Gospel for Asia rescues and renews girls and women in South Asia... They bring them out of bondage and into Hope by introducing them to Jesus Christ. 


The gospel for Asia team sends pastors out as well as groups of trained Women. These brothers and sisters in Christ get their hands dirty and open their hearts wide to the least of these... They don't turn their eyes from the ugly of depravity and hopelessness. They. Go. In. They enter houses of shame and bring 
Hope. You can be apart of this. 

You can whisper to the lonely..."You are not alone."


You can reach out and rescue the desperate...

" You were made for more than this."

You can fund the hands and feet God has placed there for such a time as this... For these girls...right now. By your prayers. By not closing your eyes. And perhaps with your wallet.

Girls whose fathers kick their face when they ask for mercy. For love.

Please watch Ruth's story: 

Girls who hunker down and bear up, trying to figure out what is true about them.

Women are not a commodity. Girls are not a mistake. They are made in the image of God and have divine design and purpose.

Will you help us tell them? Can you help us seek them out, hold their faces in our hands, and tell the true...  

" You are loved."
" You are chosen."
"You are wanted."

Ruth was given this moment, and it changed her life. Love does that. Because Jesus is that. How many more women could be redeemed?


There is not a person on this earth that God hasn't attended their birth. There is not a person born who is not full of purpose. Not one born that Gods wills to perish. His blood was shed for all of us. His love waiting for each and every wandering soul. Please check out Gospel  For Asia's web page and ponder getting involved.

There are these girls. These women. And there is you. Collision despite miles?

Could be.

Check the facts. Let's all let our American Dream scales fall. Maybe it's time we all wake up.





 



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