Dec 2019

I gave a prostitute $200; this is the gospel of Jesus Christ. 

For a year now, I’ve been friends with a prostitute.  We will call her “Tiara.”  Tiara and I talk on the regular; we’ve even have lunch together sometimes.  It wasn’t always like this. She used to live around the corner from my house with her pimp, who she refers to as her husband.  I always wanted to share Jesus with her, but I couldn’t get close to her. 

One day the pimp disappears, he gets arrested.  Then, shortly after the pimp is gone, she moves up the street and takes her pit bulls with her.  A couple weeks later I walk out my front door and see the nastiest pit she owns, wandering around her old house.  I know the pit by name because we used to always hear her yelling at it.  He is her problem child (Lol).  “This is my opportunity,” I think, but I’m not approaching that pit of hers. He has a nasty reputation in my neighborhood.     

I ride up the street to her new place, looking for her.  There are drug dealers hanging out on the corner and I ask one of them “Have you seen [Tiara]?”  He ignores me, so I tell him, “Look.  Her dog is loose, down by her old place.”  He answers, annoyed at me, “She’s not home.”  I ask, “Help me get it back to her,” and I mention the dog by name.  His reply to me is, “I’m not messing with that xxxxxxx dog man.  That dog’s crazy!”   So I ask, “Will you just tell her where it’s at?”  He nods inaudibly, “Yes.” 

The dog doesn’t leave her old house.  About an hour later I hear her crying loudly, in her old yard; holding the dog.  I walk over and introduce myself as “the guy who left the message about her dog.”  It was the beginning of a friendship.

Driving by today, I notice her selling personal items in front of her place.  I stop, get out of my car, walk over and ask, “What’s up?”  She replies with shrugged shoulders and hands in the air, “I need the money.”  We talk for a moment, I acknowledge her need and I say to her “I’m going to pray for you.”  BING!!!  That is what most Christians say, but rarely meet any real needs.  I did pray, immediately, in my car, driving away and Jesus says to me, “Give her money.”  I ask, “How much?”  He says specifically, “$200.”  I immediately go to the bank, withdraw $200 and drive back.  I walk toward her and reach into my pocket.  She knows I’m going to give her money and backs away with her arms extended straight out saying, “I can’t take that from you.”  I tell her “It’s not from me, it’s from Jesus.  A gift.  No questions asked.”  She cries, takes the money, we hug and I pray for her for real this time. 

2000 years ago, Jesus meets the needs of the least of these.  Today, The Project meets the immediate needs of the least of these with the intention of long-lasting life results.  In regard to my “BING!!!” moment, consider 1 John 3:18-19, “let us not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth,” for this is pleasing in His sight!

To read the journal highlights of my year-plus relationship with this woman, go to I Gave a Prostitute Money. 

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