Marcia Moston
I was blistering with bad thoughts as I drove to my interview with Switch 42:16, a ministry here in Greenville that works with prostituted women. The more I learned about sex trafficking, the more I became angry with the pimps and people who fuel the demand.
I was blistering with bad thoughts as I drove to my interview with Switch 42:16, a ministry here in Greenville that works with prostituted women. The more I learned about sex trafficking, the more I became angry with the pimps and people who fuel the demand.
I had compassion for the women trapped in this insidious
industry, but I had none. Zero. Not a speck of love, compassion or room for
prayer for the traffickers. In fact, I was delighting in some of the imagery
the psalmists used in praying against the enemies of God: “Let them be like the
snail that dissolves into slime.”—Psalm 57— or like “chaff before the wind.”
