Yesterday I arrived in Athens, Greece. All around me was sunshine and beauty. Until I went downtown to Jasonis street. There I saw fear, darkness, dirt, brokenness, ashes. My heart ached as I prayed with others for the girls trapped in prostitution. Who are these girls? How did they get here? Is anyone hearing their cries?
"Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up Thy hand,
Do not forget the afflicted...
O Lord, Thou hast heard the desire of the humble;
Thou wilt strengthen their heart,
Thou wilt incline Thine ear
To vindicate the orphan and the oppressed,
That man who is of the earth may cause terror no more."
So yes, someone does hear their cries. God hears. And He sends people to help...He sent us...me...
So I will go out and meet Oksana, who is from Voronezh and yet has lived in a life of prostitution in Athens, Greece since 1999. I will bring her hope and pray that God will bring her beauty from ashes.