A little over two weeks ago I injured my back, and have been in pain and unable to workout since then. The problem is that I regain my sanity through exercising, and since I haven’t been able to workout, I’ve had to improvise. Therefore, I’ve started walking wherever I possibly can. I take an hour to walk to Starbucks so that I can sit and read for a while. I get off the train a stop early just so I can walk home. I walk to our morning meetings. I walk here. I walk there. I walk. But I’m not just walking mindlessly–I’m walking with a purpose.
I’ve been feeling burdened and uneasy, waking up in the middle of the night restless, tossing and turning in my sleep. And then I wake up early because my mind is racing and I find myself unable to fall back asleep. I’ve been feeling this overwhelming sense that I need to pray, and pray often. My soul has been troubled, and the only times I feel at peace are when I’m praying. And that’s why I’ve been walking. I’ve been prayer walking.
In order to get to my favorite Starbucks, it’s about a 40-60 minute walk from my apartment, and one of the streets I prayer walk across is known as the prostitution sector of the city. Well, tonight myself and three other women volunteered with this ministry who reaches out to prostitutes, and we prayer walked the very streets that the women were standing on, the very ones I had been prayer walking all along. This was probably one of the most powerful, yet disturbing things that I’ve ever experienced. Words cannot explain what it is like to see women standing on street corners, alluring men to buy sex from them, to see women believing they are nothing more than object. They are being bought for a price. They are selling their bodies and selves for money. This simultaneously infuriates and saddens me.
The reality is that we were all bought for a price–the death of Jesus Christ. We were purchased with His blood, we were made clean, and it is because of Him that we are saved and can live with the Father in eternity. You see, when Jesus was on earth He was with the prostitutes. He did not turn a blind eye. He did not choose to ignore, but He hung out with them! How cool is that?! He purchased ALL of us from slavery and it is because of Him that we are free. We are no longer in bondage because Jesus broke the chains. He bought us for a price. He loves us and created us and that is why He sacrificed Himself.
It is because of Him that I am free, and there has been no clearer picture of that then tonight. I think this is why I have been distressed–my soul is anxious for the depravity humanity. It is burdened by our need of a Savior; therefore, I guess I will just keep walking and praying.
PS I’m still processing the events of tonight, so I’m sorry if my thoughts are incoherent.