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    Interceding For "The Johns"

             *Eve was waiting for him in a glade at the foot of the mountain. When he saw the dark circles under her eyes and the sadness in her face, Rapha wanted nothing more than to toss her over his shoulder and escape.

             “Have they hurt you?”

             “Oh no. It is known whose mother I am. They wouldn’t dare.”

             “Have you seen Cain?”


             “How is he?”

             “Miserable. But he is powerful, feared, honored… everything he desired,” she wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Listen,” she hurried on, “I have news and I have only a short time.” Her face crumpled with grief and she struggled to continue. “The child’s mother, Lael, is… has… she took her own life.”

             “Were you able to tell her her daughter is safe?”

             “Yes,” Eve answered, “it was the only time she smiled. But the fear for her child was all she lived for. Once that fear was gone, she stopped living.” Eve shut her eyes tight. “I couldn’t blame her. The things the men did… oh, Rapha, the way they used her.” Eve’s face flushed and she jumped to her feet, tears shedding unheeded as she paced.

             “I am glad she killed the last one to use her! Adonai help me, I am! She rose as he slept, found his blade, slew him, and then… turned it on herself.” Eve fell to her knees, “Oh Adonai! How has Your creation come to this?” The rage and sadness warred across Eve’s face but after a moment’s despair she leapt to her feet to pace again.

              “I took her body to Cain. I screamed at him, of what I thought of his kingdom, of his… these savages he calls warriors. “‘You should die for speaking to me this way,’ he said, and I dared him to do it. I called him a coward and a murderer and begged him to kill me since I could not bear what he has become.”

    Her tirade of words stopped and she wilted to the ground. “That’s when I saw it, Rapha. For one short moment, the Cain I love was looking out of those eyes. He is lost. He is tortured. I want to hate him but… he is my son,”

    *excerpt from THE FALL, chapter titled "Rafe"


    There are certain victims of sex crimes I’ve never considered praying for—the Johns.

    Not that I really want to pray for them.  Part of me would rather see them strung up old-West style.  But it stands to reason that, even if we see girls rescued and rehabilitated, the guys doing the pimping and buying will just find more victims.  It’s not really addressing the root of the problem.

    But when I consider these men caught in this web, I feel God tugging at my heart to see them through His eyes—to see them as brothers, sons, fathers, etc. who have a dirty reality that makes them believe they are as unredeemable as possible.  They hide and lie and most likely are tormented by demonic possession.  After all, wouldn’t someone need to be demon possessed to want to rape a child? 

    However, in the cold light of day, the broken heart of the wee morning hours is gone.  When I see my kids and think of what I would do to someone who tried to violate them, the death penalty is too lenient.

    But the fact remains that the perpetrators are broken men.  Once they were innocent babies.  How did they become what they are?

    And regardless of what experiences molded them, is Jesus’ blood enough for them too?  Can the pedophile, pervert, and possessed find new life in Christ?

    Thus I found myself, pre-dawn, praying for the three p’s.  I’ve begged God for years to see revival, but I admit spurring me to pray for broken men took some doing.  I didn’t want to think about it.  It’s easier to ignore the cold facts.

    When I think of the miracles of Christ, the one that represents what would be needed for a man caught in this type of perversion is the miracle of raising Lazarus from the dead.  A man caught in those lies and cruelty toward the weak and vulnerable needs total death and resurrection.  For him, it would be spiritual suicide followed by being a completely new creature—“It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.”

    But Jesus died to bring just such miracles.  And it’s not my job to judge and condemn.  It’s my job to intercede when God prompts me to intercede.

    Perhaps you are hiding a dirty secret that would ruin reputation, family, business and everything else if it was known.  How desperate are you?  Does it seem suicide is your only option for escape?

    Here’s a better option: commit spiritual suicide.  Throw yourself at the foot of the cross and exchange your life for Christ’s.  Lose your life for His sake and you will find it. 

    There is no better option and you’re never going to get a better deal.  Others may still condemn you, but Christ took on the torture you deserve.  No it’s not fair.  But if we all got what we deserve, we’d all be hanging on a cross for our sins.  It’s called grace—undeserved, but so powerful it can kill the evil that makes you want to die.

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    The Horror of Sex Trafficking

             *Slowly, as if emerging from deep fathoms of liquid warmth, Rapha became aware that Sheatiel was slumped against him. A gentle snore told him she was fast asleep. Moving slowly so as not to wake her, Rapha inched Sheatiel onto his lap in order to carry her to where Eve was sleeping.

             But when her head rolled against his chest and her small hand grasped a fold of his robe, Rapha stopped to enjoy the warm sense of companionship, the absence of alone-ness, that had become an accepted element of his circumstances. The feeling was so unexpected and sweet, he froze, gazing at Sheatiel’s velvety cheek and perfect, full lips, parted in the absolute peace of sleep only an innocent child enjoys.

             Rapha felt a wave of rage as he considered Sheatiel at the hands of evil men who would abuse such beauty. He hugged her closer and ran his large hand through the shining hair, letting the rippling curls slide through his fingers. Again the blissful scent of Adonai was in the air. Again tears ran down his cheeks, this time for the horror and cruelty she had endured. How could Adonai know and not intervene?

             Clearly the answer resounded in his heart, “I AM intervening now… through you.”

             And he was there, looking through Sheatiel’s eyes, feeling every violation, the sting of every blow, the despair and shock searing his mind to numbness. In the midst of this torture, the image of the Holy One, holding Sheatiel close in the same way Rapha held her, stroking the hair from her bloodied and bruised face, whispering endearments and weeping as Sheatiel lay, shivering and naked but too frozen inside to cover her body, hating herself too much to care.

             Then came peace; Adonai covering her with his mantle of love, and healing, salving every wound, inside and out.

             In her sleep, Sheatiel whimpered and buried her face in Rapha’s chest. Reflexively, his arms tightened around her and he whispered the language of heaven, his voice and heart slowing until there, on the hard ground... Rapha too slept, breathing in the essence of Sheatiel's grief and freedom.

    *excerpt from THE FALL--chapter twenty-six--"Death"


             A young woman whose innocence and future are ripped away and destroyed.  Unfortunately, this is not just tragic make-believe. Sex trafficking is a multi-billion dollar industry that preys upon desperate young women and makes them human slaves. Yesterday, I heard an interview with Mary Bowley, founder of Wellspring Living, an organization that "walks alongside victims of sex trafficking."  Her words have played over and over in my mind... especially the part where she talked about working with girls as young as nine.  I have a ten-year-old daughter. 

             Thankfully, there are those who are making a difference in the battle against human trafficking.  But the startling numbers of those trapped in this horror reveal the war is far from over. Wellspring Living and Mary Bowley are on the frontlines.  Please check out their website, pray for them and order the book, White Umbrella: Walking With Survivors of Sex Trafficking.

             Proceeds will fund the continuing efforts to bring hope and a future to victims of trafficking.

    Amazon Link for the book, White Umbrella

    Link to Wellspring Living.org

    Link to Wellspring's YouTube Video

    Jer. 29:11
    "For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

    Through Christ there is hope and healing.