Iâve been sending my husband into brothels for the past year now.Â Into girly bars and strip clubs and âmassageâ parlors, too.
And when we got married thirteen years ago, when I wore white and pledged purity, I never expected to find myself at home praying for my spouseâs protection while he texted me about the prostitute on his arm. I never dreamed Iâd watch video footage of him asking for sex from a minor, in the same day he played baseball with my son and kissed me in the kitchen.Â And I never envisioned the greatest tool God would use teach me about his Light would be a world of covert cameras and mafia circles, a world of pushy pimps and dancing bar girls.
When we moved overseas to Asia several years ago, we were burdened by two thingsâ the plight of impoverished women and children and the injustices of human trafficking. And after a year of managing a Girlsâ Home, we began to delve more specifically into the issues surrounding the underage sex industry which are so rampant in that part of the world. My husband sat in meetings, we went to conferences, we networked, we got on-the-ground experience. And we began learning of a glaring hole in the fight to rescue girls and boys out of brothels.Â While the legal system is in place to prosecute traffickers in the country we were living, there were very few tips and credible evidence handed over to the authorities.Â With small police budgets and a culture of acceptance for the sex industry itself, it was very difficult for victims to be found, raids to be undertaken, and criminals to be prosecuted.
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