Posted by: pendrops | April 5, 2008


Last night at 8:15 pm, I got a text message. The message read, “Emmaus is launching an outreach to strippers tonight. Please spend a few minutes asking God to give us focus & courage as we follow Him into the heart of the dark kingdom.”

“Wow, that’s wild,” I said, staring at my phone as I thought about this strange and risky mission. Then I decided, “Strippers. Yeah. This makes sense.” And I prayed.

This particular outreach, Nashville M’adam, is one Emmaus Church in Nashville has modeled after a similar ministry in L.A. And it’s an outreach nobody is doing. Well, almost nobody.

I guess it’s just easy to think of the sex industry as the enemy. To get angry, indignant. To be afraid. After all, so many men and women are caught in the ugly snare of sex addiction. And, while we’re doing the great good work of shining light on these issues with programs like SA, Samson Society, and XXX Church, most of us (including me) have missed the fact that there are countless unloved women huddled in the darkest corners of this disease. We have missed the 60-90% of women currently working in the sex industry who were sexually abused as children. We have missed these women who often experience rape, violent assault, and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. We have missed the opportunity to show uncommon love and lavish mercy. But Christ didn’t miss them. He loved them wildly.

Like the time He was having dinner in the village of Nain. In Luke 7, we find the town harlot weeping on Jesus’ feet. And not only that. The text goes on to say, “Letting down her hair, she dried his feet, kissed them, and anointed them with perfume.” Scandalous! But what’s even more scandalous is that Jesus receives it. He even uses this occurrence to teach the Pharisees a lesson in forgiveness and peace.

Another time, we see Jesus scribbling in the sand as the Pharisees prepare to stone an adulterous woman. In John 8, He says, “The sinless one among you throw the first stone.” After they leave, Jesus asks the naked, shaking woman, “Does no one condemn you?”

“No one, Master,” she replies, probably in a breathless whisper.

“Neither do I,” He answers, “Go on your way and, from now on, don’t sin.”

Jesus wasn’t scared of the sexually addicted, the sexually abused, the sexually promiscuous. He wasn’t afraid to reach to them. He didn’t get uncomfortable if they cried on His feet. Because He saw. Saw what no one else could see. Saw their pain, their nakedness, their scars. And then He took on scars of His own, so they could be free, clothed in His beauty and light.

His love was wild. Ours can be, too.



  1. Great post, Krista!

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