A God of Promise: Human Trafficking Awareness Day

“But the Lord abides forever; He has established his throne for judgment, and He will judge the world in righteousness; He will execute judgment for the peoples with equity. For the Lord also will be a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble; and those who know Your name will put their trust in You, for You, Oh Lord, have not forsaken those who seek you.”   -Psalm 9:7-10

Picture taken at a Red Light District in Seoul. Staircase leading up to a room where women take customers.

Not one cry goes unheard. Not one heavy heart is unseen. Not one injustice goes overlooked.
In light of National Human Trafficking Awareness Day, we praise our God whose heart for Justice FAR exceeds ours!! We don’t look upon this day with heavy hearts because the issue is so big, but rather we praise Jesus that it is all already finished!!

Beautiful Bride.

Today was Day 2 of Not For Sale’s Backyard Academy. It’s been a blessing to learn, connect with others who love justice, and see the Church love the heart of God.

Unearthed has been crying out not only for freedom & justice but also awakening and movement of the Church. It brings so much joy to my heart to see the Beautiful Bride beginning to stand in this hour. How much more joy to the Groom’s heart?

Korea will never be the same. Singapore will never be the same. Hong Kong will never be the same. Cambodia will never be the same.Philippines will never be the same. Thailand will never be the same. Japan will never be the same. India will never be the same. Asia will never be the same.

What an honor to partner with the Greatest Abolitionist.

No more slumber, Church. It’s time to wake up!

Winning Side.

Story after story of injustice, one can’t help but ask, “When?” Until when will the injustice prevail? It’s been 3 years since God has shown me the great injustices in Korea. It seems that the longer I’m here, the more depravity I see and hear about.

To be honest, sometimes…it’s just too much. It’s too heavy.  Hopeless. Defeated. Alone. Discouraged. There have been many times when I’ve experienced the messy side of ministry. There have been many times when I’ve wanted to give up. I’ve wanted to give in. I’ve wanted to slow down. I’ve wanted to ease up.

But, knowing the injustices…it would be greater injustice if I just turn away.

God will not relent. I choose to not relent, too.

In His sweet voice, the Lord reminded me the other night, “You are on the winning side.”  What incredible news.

Injustice is all around. But, Justice wins.

Justice is the King’s.

Our King wins.

PRAISE Him for answered prayers!!

We have great news to report from Korea!!!

The Red Light district that we used to pray through each week has been showing strange signs lately.

– About a month ago, at 11pm on a Friday there were no girls “working” in the windows.
– About a week later, again, there were no girls in the windows and a large group of pimps were all gathered together having some sort of “meeting” in one of the windows.
– A couple weeks ago we did another prayer walk and there were significantly more police patrolling around the whole area. A police car was parked at both ends of the street and cars were patrolling every so often. I saw many pimps in staggered locations along the perimeter and surrounding streets giving word of when cop cars were coming and then I saw many “freelance girls” (women who are still “working” on the street, but not in a window on the specific Red Light street) run to hiding places.

When I have been praying, I felt like the lord has been saying, “This is a Jericho moment for this area.” Just like Joshua sent out spies before hand, we have been surveying the land for more than a year and been praying and praying. And then God said now its time to take it. So during our walk a couple weeks ago we were just claiming, like in Joshua, that every place our foots walks upon would be taken for the lord.
 
Then a few nights ago, my friend, who lives in the area, sent me a video of what she saw in the area. The windows where the women are typically on display were all closed and had huge signs posted. On the actual Red Light street, there was not business happening.  Apparently it is shut down right now because the workers (women, pimps, madams) are protesting because the government is taking action and shutting it all down!!!

The signs said some of the following things:
“We hate those in power”
“The authorities only give power to the big companies”
“You are taking everything away from the poor girl” (because they are not allowing the prostitutes to work)
“Should we sell ourselves in other countries so that we can bring money to Korea?”
“Because the government shut us down, give us restitution”

 This is an amazing and pivotal time! Please pray for us here, for our ministry, for clarity, for Seoul, for true freedom in this area. Thank you for being a part of this with us!! I feel like we can all rejoice together because we’ve all been sowing in prayer together!!

Blood on the Door- Vision of LIFE!

Back in May I had an incredible vision of life about the red light districts.
Most of the windows in the Red Light Districts have not only red/pink lights, but also this red awning above the door. (As you can see in the picture below).

The vision was that these red awnings over the doors would be restored and transformed into the blood of the Lamb over the doorpost (as during Passover) so the spirit of death will not affect the lives of these women and men.

We know that the covering of the blood of Jesus is enough to save the lives of women and men and we are praying and believing that restoration is coming! In fact, it already is! We are just waiting for it to manifest on Earth.

Not For Sale by Mickey Cho

Check out this song!! A supportive brother of Unearthed recently sent this link for a beautiful song, written about human slavery.  We need to support artists like this who are getting the message out!

Singing with Angels

So blessed by this song!!
This young man from Argentina and his wife began to just worship and minister to the Lord for hours and hours and hours in a recording studio. And soon, angels began to sing with them and it is captured in the recording. I love the depth and passion behind his singing. I have had this song on repeat and in my head for days.
I hope you are also blessed.

Love

I love how God loves.

His love never fails. His love pursued, pursues, and will continue to pursue. Without fail. His love is not bothered by me, not annoyed with me, not tired of me. He wants me. He delights in me, cherishes me. His love jealously calls me His own. His love reaches me. His love accepts, embraces, adopts. Love that is not unashamed of me. His love forgives. His love cleanses. His love restores. His love heals. Love that declares freedom, ushers in liberty. The old is gone, the new has come. His love breathes new life. His love is so tender, so gentle. Such sweet love. No other love compares. His love speaks to the hidden tucked away in the corners and crevices of my heart, of all nations, of the world. His love gives. I am a recipient of His love. We are recipients of His love. They are recipients of His love. His love transforms. His love fills, fuels, frames, forms, finds. His love finds. His love found me. His love is forever. His love does not change, does not fluctuate, does not turn on and off. His love is not dependent on me, on what I do or don’t do. His love is steadfast. His love beckons me, invites me. He romances me with His love. His love is a song so sweet to me, sung over me. His banner over me is love. His love is patient, kind, slow to anger, quick to listen, slow to speak. What abounding love. Love that keeps no record of wrongs, covers a multitude of sins. Love that crowns me. In suffering, His eyes shed tears of love with me and for me. Through loss, His love steadies my feet.  He lifts me from the miry pit. His love carries me through the storm, comforts me in the wilderness, refreshes me in the desert. His love leads me. He leads me to green pastures and still waters. His love lifts me up, dances with me. His love moves me to be still and know that He is God. He will be exalted in the nations. Hope of Glory. Glorious is His renown love. He knows everyone by name, the number of hair on our head. His love is so intimate. His love quietly washes feet, unashamedly proclaims l-o-v-e on the Cross. His love came down. He is the Humble King. His love that meets me at the well. He is for me. His love that asks me for a drink. His love that fills my cup. It never runs dry. How deep. How long. How high. How wide. How perfect. How compassionate. His love that heals the demon-possessed, the blind, the bleeding, feeds the thousands…the multitudes. His love that feeds me. He is my Bread of life. His love that satiates, satisfies, soothes, steals everything of me to want all of Him. My All in all. My two small copper coins are gladly put in because His love is worth my everything. His love is better than life. I love because He loves me. He loved us first. He will always love us. He will never stop loving us. His love will not relent. God is love.

O how much He loves us…

God’s promise.

“Ah, shepherds of Israel who have been feeding yourselves! Should not shepherds feed the sheep? You eat the fat, you clothe yourselves with the wool, you slaughter the fat ones, but you do not feed the sheep.

The weak you have not strengthened, the sick you have not healed, the injured you have not bound up, the strayed you have not brought back, the lost you have not sought, and with force and harshness you have ruled them.

So they were scattered, because there was no shepherd, and they became food for all the wild beasts. My sheep were scattered; they wandered over all the mountains and on every high hill. My sheep were scattered over all the face of the earth, with none to search or to seek them.

I myself will search for My sheep and will seek them out. As a shepherd seeks out his flock when he is among his sheep that have been scattered, so will I seek out my sheep, and I will rescue them from all places where they have been scattered on a day of clouds and thick darkness.

And I will bring them out from the peoples and gather them from the countries, and will bring them into their own land. And I will feed them on the mountains of Israel, by the ravines, and in all the inhabited places of the country. I will feed them with good pasture, and on the mountain heights of Israel shall be their grazing land.

There they shall lie down in good grazing land, and on rich pasture they shall feed on the mountains of Israel.

I myself will be the shepherd of My sheep, and I myself will make them lie down.

I will seek the lost, and I will bring back the strayed, and I will bind up the injured, and I will strengthen the weak, and the fat and the strong I will destroy.

I will feed them in justice.

And they shall know that I am the Lord, when I break the bars of their yoke, and deliver them from the hand of those who enslaved them. They shall no more be a prey to the nations, nor shall the beasts of the land devour them.

They shall dwell securely, and none shall make them afraid.

And you are My sheep, human sheep of My pasture, and I am your God.”

-Ezekiel 34

Church, where are you?

As God has shown me more and more of the brokenness in this world, I’ve been increasingly bothered.

I’m bothered by the immense need of the hurting, the lost, the rejected, the marginalized. I’m bothered by the fact that there are so many people who don’t know Sweet Jesus. I’m bothered by the Church and its comfort. I’m bothered by the apathy. I’m bothered by the mentality of, “Later on.” “Not me, someone else.” “I’m too busy.” “I don’t have the burden now, maybe when God gives it to me.”

I don’t think it’s cynicism. It’s not pessimism. Rather, it’s seeing Christ’s Bride in her strength, power, and her calling. And I cannot help but wonder over and over again, where is the Church?

Church is not Sunday services, mid-week small groups, once a month ministry, weekly prayer meetings, yearly retreats, summer mission trips.

Are we just doing Church? Or are we being the Church?

Church, where are you?