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As I walked, I noticed that a car stopped and dropped off two nice-looking girls in the middle of the block. They came over to me on the sidewalk and asked how to get to the coffee house. Although they were attractive, they were a little rough around the edges. We talked as we walked and I learned a few things about life I hadn't known before - and as a hippie I had seen an awful lot of the rough side of life by age 18, particularly with men. They told me they were fleeing from a motorocycle gang where they had been "kept" for the past few years as the gang prostitutes. They informed me quite matter-of-factly that my life was in danger for helping them to get to this coffee house because when word got out that they had fled it would mean trouble. The kind of trouble that involved whips, chains, weapons, etc.
But they seemed calm. An odd kind of calm that only comes from peace within. They had found Jesus, and He had saved them. So they had to flee, they explained. And someone had told them about this coffee house and they knew if they ran to it that they would be sheltered and helped. They just wanted JESUS. They knew they could "sin no more." I brought them into the coffee house and introduced them to the widow and they hid out a few months. I later heard that the motorcycle gang had come around looking for them, but the coffee house was "protected by God's angels." God had a way of working like that back then. It was a real revival and people's hearts were converted.
Something about this excerpt above troubles me deeply. It is reminiscent of the Scripture, "Depart in peace, be ye warmed and filled; notwithstanding ye give them not those things which are needful to the body; what doth it profit?" (James 2:16) A birthday bash for a prostitute is a wonderful thing to do, but what happened next? How did she escape that life? Where was her "john"? How would she survive if she tried to escape? How could she find a way to "go and sin no more"?
I don't mean to be picky. But this excerpt almost makes it seem like it was a party to celebrate prostitution. If there isn't a clear Gospel message of salvation, and how she can become cleansed by the blood of the Lamb (and I know firsthand, these women FEEL the DIRT), then she's only been offered a cake and a prayer. Not a life, and not a new life.
Authentic Christianity not only has a party for her, but tells her about Jesus the only "man" Who will never fail her, and THEN goes the extra miles by doing tangible things to help her out of that environment - even if it dangerous, even if it is self-sacrificing, even if it is costly. There is a radical ("to the root") Christianity in which you even go so far as to open your home and minister 24/7. The widow lady did it. We've done it.
But why would we care to do this unless we had first tasted the cool water that cleanses, and experienced the new life that heals and restores, and knew for a certainty that we lived on borrowed time because it is "no longer I who live but Christ who lives in me"?