Strip Club Theology
It is not an easy thing to convince a woman who has disassociated from body, compartmentalized her self and skin, dismissed her better nature to do things unspeakable in the light, to help her know she is loved of God.
The club is often the last place, the bottom rung, the lowest tier, where women come when they find there is nowhere else to go, believe there is nowhere left to turn and are convinced they must rely upon their flesh to pull them through the darkness...
The women whom I’ve met in the clubs are like the people in the receiving line at a funeral, they are preoccupied with the end. Like people who are facing their own mortality, women in the sex trade are focused on the final judgment, what happens after this life, it seems for them there is no care for today, only fear for tomorrow. There is no connection to the abundance of the kingdom, only the death grip of scarcity so they lunge and grasp for grace like the last hand of help before falling off the cliff, they know nothing of deliverance, only fear of the flames.
What of God’s love, what of freedom in Christ, power of the Spirit? This is all long gone, wrestled out of their clinched fist the first time the family member held them down in the dark and went too far, stolen away with their innocence when their mothers overdosed on Oxycontin and the foster care system dealt host dads with scotch soaked breath sneaking into their bedrooms at night.
They sell their bodies to those same busted up characters who come in night after night and toss out a $20 bill for a table top dance and then these women go home to the men whom they love who can never seem to find work while she holds down a shift at Walgreen's during the day and rushes back to change into her ten inch silicone stilettos by 8 pm. They sit, these men the dancers love, and play Halo and Grand Theft Auto with teenagers online, they drink cheap beer while children play quietly in the yard.
The above is an excerpt from my book, and my prayer is that it gives you some insight into the lives of the women, and the work to which I have been called. It is the sacred work of saying and living “God loves you right here, right now, no matter what” that gives my life purpose and fire and was the impetus of the Butterflies of Hope Outreach ministry. Every once in a while, a woman is ready, is open, has decided to take our hand and jump, to trust God far enough to get her out, to help her find another path, and in these miraculous, universe altering moments we need places like Dove Harbor to stand ready and able to help her transition into a new way of life.
In these final days of July, I am working to raise money to underwrite a time of transition for dancers who want to find a new way. $150 will cover living expenses for a month for women in crisis; my goal is to raise 3 months of expenses during the Great Give. Will you consider giving $5 to our cause???
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