The other night when we got to go out and hang out with the prostitutes it was so fun! Maybe fun is the wrong word... but it was probably my favorite thing that we have done so far. We split into boy-girl pairs and snuck off in the shadows of the night to find our victims. It seriously felt like mission impossible walking around in the dark. And then when we spotted a lady that we would like to talk to we got all excited. It was awesome. I was paired with Van. The two tall blondes were reunited as the best crime fighting duo of all time. We walked past an alley-way and saw a really young girl on a bench, and a guy came and nabbed her before we could get to her. She seriously looked like she was in her early teens. My heart broke.
But we did talk to two other lovely ladies and got to chat and show them love. They were really awesome and we talked to them for a really long time. Then we went back on our way, perusing through the shadows of the night and found another young girl across the street. A van pulled up to her and we thought it was going to pick her up, so we prayed that the van would leave. And it did. Then another man walked by her and we thought that he would nab her, but he didn't. We got to talk to her. It was so nice. I gave her a hug. She may or may not have been creeped out. But it was so cool.
In Fiji, most of the prostitutes are single women who just want to put food on the table for their children. I don't think that there are any pimps or anything forcing it upon them, but the poverty that they are stuck in forces them to subject themselves to that demeaning occupation so that they can feed their families. It is so heart-breaking.
On the brighter side of things, we got to play in a park with lots of children on Friday morning. It was awesome. There was a little 3 year old boy named Junior. I tried to be friends with him, but he was really skeptical of me. He had never seen someone that had blonde hair and white skin. But I think he warmed up to me as the day progressed.
On Friday night, we had a burn night in the church hall. We worshiped, prayed and praised God from 6 PM to 12 AM. It started off pretty normal with just our team and a couple of the youth from the church.
There are some kids in town that sell roti (which is like Naan) stuffed with potatoe and stuff. They come from a smaller town outside of Lautoka, every night to make money to pay for school tuition. They are probably ranging from 6 to 15 years old. And they stay every night, into the wee hours of the morning, until they sell all of their roti.
I really wanted them to come up and hang out and worship with us, so God put it on my heard to buy their roti so that they could come up with us. One of the guys and I went downstairs and they had about 15 roti so I bought them all and they came upstairs with us. We gave them a roti and some water and everyone got an evening snack to fill our Fijian bellies.
The kids stayed until the end and even recruited some friends. It was pretty awesome. One of the moms of the youth were their too. So we had 3 generations of Fijians crying out for their land. It was awesome.
Yesterday we relaxed and had our first day off. We hung out in a coffee shop and used their unlimited WiFi. It was nice to get on the internet for more than a rushed hour that costs a whole dollar. And this morning at church we did a skit and I gave a bit of my testimony. It was pretty cool. Then we ran off to another church and did another skit and Beth gave hers. We are like a traveling Jesus show. All we need is a smoke bomb so that we can magically disappear.
I am looking forward to the youth worship night at church tonight!!!
Peace out all,
Steph
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